Bound to the Elvin King by Lisa Kumar Page A

racecar. “That’s a first.”
    “Life with me will encompass many firsts. And I look forward to introducing you to each and every one of them.”
    His words crashed over her like an erotic wave. A little arrogant and sure of himself, wasn’t he? “Is that so? What makes you think I’m a stranger to anything you’d want to introduce me to?”
    “You’re young and haven’t lived long enough to experience all I have.”
    Reality slapped her down, and that damn watermelon formed in her throat again. She’d be tied to him in some way as long as she lived. As long as she lived….
    When Cal had completed her bonding to Relian, his lifespan automatically became hers. Did this hold true with her and Talion? She closed her eyes, trying to block out the possibility. She wasn’t ready to know, not yet.
    She pasted on a determined smile. “Hmm, I’m a fast learner and will soon surpass the teacher if he isn’t careful.”
    “Is that a threat?”
    “A promise.”
    A smirk formed on his lips. “I look forward to being outperformed.”
    Yeah, I bet you do. And she would have a great time doing it.
    The first button slid loose easily, followed by the second and third. They revealed an expanse of lightly tanned flesh. Her hands paused. Did he spend time out in the sun? Given he was blonde, this seemed the likely cause.
    “Like what you see?”
    Oh, yeah.
    He chuckled.
    Though she hadn’t meant to voice her thought out loud, she must have. She gave a mental shrug. Well, the fact she was attracted to him had to be no big surprise.
    With a finger under her chin, he lifted her face up to his. The press of his mouth against hers lit fireworks in her veins. All too soon he drew back, and the decadent thrust and parry of their tongues ended. She sent a pout his way.
    He waggled his brows. “You may finish undressing me.”
    Laughter and irritation bubbled inside her. Even when he was teasing, he still sounded lordly. She would humor him this time. “Whatever you say, Your Majesty.”
    His eyes grew heavy-lidded. “Hmm, I like the sound of that.”
    “Don’t have enough people knee-towing to you already?”
    “One person has been showing a decided lack of respect. But I think we’re in agreement now.”
    She frowned at him. They weren’t exactly in agreement, except for this desire thing between them. It had to be enough for now. Her gaze meandered to the firm skin bared by the gaping shirt, and all notions of animosity evaporated. So far, she loved what she saw.
    The overwhelming desire to see the rest of him tackled her. She wanted to run her hands over his skin. Use her tongue. This thought threw her. Her tongue? Since when had she wanted to give someone a literal licking? The idea had always seemed kind of gross. But now it made her mouth water. He was better than a big, juicy hamburger that called to her in spite of her vegetarian ways.
    She licked her dry lips and worked double time to remove the garment. Fate had been good to her today. He didn’t even have on an overtunic. Fantastic. She’d hate to wreck it.
    Once she finished unfastening the shirt, it swung open and revealed a sight that set her heart pounding.
    Finally chiseled-muscles made up his chest in just the right proportions. He was neither too big nor too small. Hopefully, the rest of him would turn out the same way. But she’d no need to worry. The arousal prodding her earlier hadn’t felt small. Plus, she just knew he was satisfactory on all levels. At least the physical ones.
    She tugged the material down his arms and let it drop to the floor. As she glided her hands over his pectorals, they rippled. No hair sprinkled his chest, so the sensation of smooth skin caressed her fingers. Were all male elves devoid of chest hair? Something to contemplate later. She had some exploring to do.
    With gentle stokes, she neared his nipples. The turgid tips brushed against her fingertips. She glanced up in time to see him close his eyes.
    He moaned and buried