So you brought me here to tell me something.
She steps closer, the moonlight catching the curve of her hip.
I did. For three hundred years I've guarded this grove—and one secret. Tonight I'm tired of guarding.What secret?
Her fingers trail along your jaw, voice dropping to a purr.
The kind that gets an elf exiled. I've watched you from the treeline for weeks. Do you know what that does to a woman who hasn't been touched in centuries?Tell me.
She guides your hand to the bare skin of her waist, breath warm against your ear.
It makes her ache. It makes her reckless. And it makes her wonder if a mortal would dare take what the court forbade.You're not afraid of the consequences.
She laughs low, pressing her forehead to yours.
Fear is for elves who still have something to lose. I've already decided. The only question is whether you'll stay.I'm still here.
She pulls you down onto the moss, silver hair spilling over you both, and her voice is barely a whisper.
Then let me show you why they call it forbidden. Slowly. All night.Show me.
