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she turned to chocolate for solace. If no one loved
her anyway, what was wrong with this? She was lucky to be a tall
woman, so she didn’t gain too much weight after all. Even with her
extra pounds, men were still interested in her. A nice, attractive
colleague at work asked her out for a date, to which she agreed,
but she couldn’t wait until the evening ended. Then she could go
back to her safe home and her best friend, the well-filled fridge.
She hardly gave him answers when he tried to talk to her. That
night, he brought her home with a disappointed look on his face. He
never asked her out again.
    Igraine had been so immersed in her thoughts
that she hadn't noticed the prince getting nearer until it was too
late. He had circled her like a helpless prey and stood right
behind her, his tall body almost touching hers. When his warm
breath grazed the nape of her neck, she wasn’t able to move at all.
She closed her eyes, shivering. He did not touch her, but stood so
close that she could feel the heat of his body. And God, his scent
was wonderful. He smelled like no mortal man ever could, even if
he’d used the most expensive perfumes - manly and just a bit musky,
but at the same time sweet and fresh. It reminded her of young
leaves on a tree, right after the rain. She just couldn’t describe
it. He seemed to breathe in her scent, as well, since he lowered
his face to the side of her neck, inhaling deeply. Despite his
obvious dislike of the human race, the elf seemed to be curious
about her. After all, they were a different species. But right now,
all she sensed was his raw masculinity which awakened her female
instincts. The irresistible call to mate.
    “Do you know why I hunted you on that bridge,
human?” he breathed into her ear. “I do not intend to kill you – at
least not now. I took you from your world to have my pleasure with
you. You probably won't survive this anyway, and you'll soon wish
that I had ended your life on that bridge when I first laid eyes on
you. It always has been the way of the Fae to steal mortal females
if one of them catches their eye. You are here to be my slave, to
fulfill my every need and desire. I think you'll look quite
appealing in elven clothes after I'll have ripped those filthy
human rags off your body, woman,” he said. His voice was
mesmerizing, even more than his scent. “You know, I would take you
to my bed at once, if I knew I wouldn’t wear out your weak body too
much with it. It could kill you. As befits a warrior's slave of
pleasure, you'll learn how to fight and become stronger. Since your
body is frail, you have to be in the best possible shape to survive
being taken by an elf. You have no choice, human. There is no way
for you to resist me. But I'll make sure that you take your own
pleasure, too.”
    Igraine wondered if he was joking or not. If
she was to become his slave, was he trying to take her against her
will after all? But he did not hurt her. He did not need to. It
simply was impossible to defy him. She felt magic flowing from his
hands when he softly touched her hair, savoring the feeling of it.
Then his fingers traced the outline of her ear, not pointed as his
own, and slid down along the side of her neck. Now she could hardly
keep herself from moaning. She only hoped he didn’t notice how
deeply he affected her, how much she wanted him to throw her down
on the bed and take her, no matter if he killed her afterwards.
    Suddenly, she felt his strong hands around
her upper arms, grasping her, turning her around to him. Igraine
found herself facing the elf, with his muscular body so near that
she could feel his thunderous heartbeat – or was it her own? She
stared right into his enraged eyes, paralyzed by her fear and
desire. She asked herself how old he was, how many battles he had
seen. Elathan seemed to look right into her soul, his eyes
exploring her. Had he decided that she was not worthy, after all,
and would kill her right on the spot?
    But he just