Third Person's POV
Then, as if to leave a final touch, he leaned forward and licked her nipple one last time, and did it with a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, before finally pulling back.
"You can go," he said, his voice calm, almost casual, as if he had not just been thoroughly enjoying her body moments ago.
As he spoke, his gaze traveled to the blinking red ring on her finger, and his expression grew thoughtful and calculating.
He realized immediately what it meant.
Someone was calling her, or to be exact, someone had summoned her and had interrupted his good time at the worst possible moment.
'It must be that bitch, Shixea,'
Ethan thought as his mood soured.
'That harlot cockblocked me!!'
Fury simmered beneath his calm exterior as he had planned to pluck the flower of this virgin elf beauty tonight.
She was beautiful, powerful, talented, and had everything a man could want in a woman.
