Sable looks up at me through her lashes and grins. “There are some things I didn’t even know I wanted, and it’s strange to have the freedom to do them now. I—I don’t quite know how to proceed.”
Our fingers lace together, and I find myself leaning over the small table towards her. We meet in a chaste kiss that, while nothing like kissing Marra or the other girls I’ve been with, curls my toes nonetheless.
With my other hand, I reach around and bury my fingers in her silky hair. I deepen the kiss, probing with my tongue until she lets me in. Our combined pheromones fill the air, an intoxicating aroma that only serves to spur me on. When Sable slides a hand down my chest, brushing over my hard nipple, I lose all ability to control myself. I pull back from the kiss, panting. “I want you.”
Sable nods, also out of breath. The dressing gown slips off her shoulders, exposing the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. “I don’t really know what to do …” Her voice trails off.
“Don’t worry. I'll show you.”
The table between us makes things awkward, so I get up and take her hand to lead her to the bed. Sable follows me, a shy smile drawn across her face that just lights me up in the best way. I help her up onto the high mattress and watch the curve of her ass move as she crawls in to give me room.
When I climb up beside her, Sable leans back and spreads her slim legs. I appreciate the gesture, but somehow I know I shouldn’t just dive in and feast quite yet.
Sable needs patience. She needs to be wooed properly, not rushed into anything.
No matter how much I want it.
I slide between her legs and lie on top of her, keeping the majority of my weight off her by propping up on my elbow. The heat radiating off her warms my belly, and I lean in to steal another kiss.
Kissing Sable sends electric currents through my body, but if I take a moment to think, I have to admit she’s not the best at it. She's mentioned living in a convent, so maybe she just doesn’t have the practice. I would imagine it’s hard to get much experience with sex and making out when you're surrounded by nuns.
That's okay. She can be a little clumsy the first few times. I'll be patient. I'll teach her.
It turns out that Sable is a quick study. She goes from sloppy stumbling with her lips to a veritable maestro in a matter of minutes. Everything I show her she emulates soon after, with not so much as a word passing between us. It's like we're in tune, like we share a common mind. I lick, she licks. I stroke, she strokes. Before long, she's almost teachingmethings, and I pay strict attention. I want to know what she likes, and what better place to learn than in her bed? What better teacher than she?
When Sable reaches inside my top and squeezes my breast, I shudder. She giggles against my lips and tweaks my nipple. I press harder with my lips, swirling my tongue around hers.
Imagine my surprise when her other hand travels south and grips my groin.
I squeal and grind against her probing fingers, and suddenly my clothes seem far too restrictive.
“One sec,” I pant as she starts to massage with her adventurous hands. “I feel overdressed in this situation.”
The damn robe catches on every joint as I try to wrestle it off. Sable giggles and helps me out of it; when I'm finally nude, I sit up on my knees and gaze down at the beauty beneath me.
Sable’s face lights up with a ruddy glow, and her chest heaves as she breathes. I could watch her forever. I could sit here and stare at her naked body for all eternity and never get bored.
“What's wrong?” Sable’s pretty mouth dips into a frown.
“Nothing.” I reach out and stroke her cheek, testing to make sure she's real. “Nothing could ever be wrong while I'm here with you.”
I’d say something more poetic, but we're interrupted by a loud pounding at the adjoining door.
“Cara? Cara, it's Sym. You need to come to the throne room, quick!”
I groan and climb off my angel. “Duty calls.”
Fuck duty. Fuck whoever decided to start shit on my first official day as the Suntouched Queen.
They're about to find out that my wrath is not worth whatever antics they've been up to.
Chapter 14
Cara
Five hours.
Five long, Sable-less hours I spent dealing with the minor upheaval in the nearest town square, instigated by a handful of curs loyal to the Elders.
