Taming the Dark Elf

She wraps her fingers around my wrist in the middle of court and stops my blade mid-strike.
A human gardener. A servant who should know better than to touch me.
One second of her skin on mine and the rage that rules me… freezes.
Now I can’t stop watching her. Can’t stop wanting her. The only creature who ever calms the storm inside me.
I should kill her for the insolence.
Instead I’m going to claim her.
Publicly. Permanently. Completely.
She thinks she tamed the dark elf heir.
Cute.
She has no idea how completely I’m going to own her in return.