Brief
After finally handling all the disputes of the nations and uniting them together and holding back from completely ravishing her lover. Aelin the immortal adolescent queen, prepares herself for a well deserved rest and a wild and intimate night of unbridled lust with her modest elf mate. As her immortal elf lust bubbles up to be released like a champagne bottle.
Soft light streamed through the window, illuminating the red velvet chaise lounge where Aelin reclined. A silk slip, barely there, clung to her skin, its translucence doing little to hide the curves beneath. She shifted slightly, a playful glint in her turquoise eyes. The air was thick with anticipation, a game she reveled in playing.
"Rowan? Are you coming, or am I going to have to come find you?" a smirk played on her lips. Surely, he couldn't resist me much longer. "What is taking you so long?"
