Eli must know what she was thinking, because he laughed, howling in enjoyment at her fear as she sat up on the bed.
"Princess, why the surprised look? Isn't this what you wanted?" He smirked, shamelessly gripping his cock, running his fist up and down the length.
Islinda watched the scene with a lump in her throat that refused to go down. Yes, this was what she wanted. But "that" wasn't what she wanted. How would he fit inside of her?
Well, he did fit in Rosalind, a small voice said in her head and a sudden rush of jealousy and rage surged in Islinda. At that point, she felt the rushing need to lay back down and spread her legs for him, proving she could take him better and deeper. However, she pushed back the jealousy and reigned in her control, this was no competition - even though she was quite competitive.
Eli took advantage of the distraction and climbed into bed with her, making her lay down on her back, her heart pounding in her throat.
