Which ultimately wins out.
“Please.”
Stepping forward, he unties the wet strings. His hot breath caresses the back of Avina’s neck, sensuously stirring her core. Once she feels the weight shift, she steps away quickly, removing the gown and leaving her in only an underdress. Her cheeks redden under his admiring gaze. A fervent need warms between her legs as she responds to the gentle touch of his rough fingers.
“Do you feel unwanted by those around you?” His low voice suggests he already knows the answer.
“Yes.” She admits.
“Palace court. Snubbing those they do not care to understand.” He takes a deep breath and clenches his pipe tight. “People and their bullshit.”
Avina wraps the dry cloak around her body. If anyone were to enter and find them alone with her in hardly any clothing, things would not end well for either of them. Yet, that did not lessen the fluttering in her stomach.
“I did not think the Salt Province dealt much with palace intrigue like the rest of us do. Lacking a castle and all.”
He takes a deep breath. “Any amount of gossip and secrets is appalling. Why no one can say what they mean is beyond me.” He steps toward Avina, and she follows his eyes, looking her up and down. “You do not have to put that cloak on yet.”
“And why is that?” She quips as she feels a crooked smile twist over her lips.
“Because I like you without it.”
Something reckless grips Avina, and without another thought, she sheds the cloak.
She stopped caring when she saw Rendel stuffing his member where it didn’t belong. She is sick of feeling alone and ignored by everyone,including her own father. Here is someone whose sole focus is on her, even if that is to make her a conquest.
An odd sentiment as she did not find herself desirable.
“You are a seductress. And no one tempts me.” His blue eyes darken until they are nearly black, hardening her visible nipples and leaving her self-conscious.
He presses his broad body against her thick, softness. He wraps an arm around her waist to grab her backside.
Avina squeaks at the pain of his nails digging into her soft flesh.
“You are beauty itself.” His large hands caress her curves, evoking a deep moan from her lips. Through his pants, she can feel how thick he has become for her.
She quivers in his arms, never having been intimate with anyone before. And wanting to please him in whatever manner she can.
He rips the thin fabric of her gown from her body and disposes the wet cloth onto the stone floor, leaving her bare to his clothed form. He smirks, biting his bottom lip as his gaze rakes over the figure she often finds so displeasing. The handsome stranger pulls her flush against him until she is drowning in the musk of his masculine scent.
She gasps as his hands tangle in her damp hair, and he leans in to press his firm lips to hers for a devouring kiss.
The first kiss of her life.
Avina returns his vigor with her own. Her lithe fingers grip his tunic in passion. She moans with a desire she has never known as his lips ravage hers with a grumbling ferocity.
What would it feel like to surrender to this man? Who cares if someone catches me?
Her hunger for attention overrides her sense of reason, and she leans into this touch. A tiny voice in her mind whispers to withdraw his cock from his trousers. She shakes with panic, realizing she is standing naked before a man for the first time.
“Am I your first?” His voice is barely human, more of a primal growl.
Embarrassment washes over her like ice, and she can only nod.
She feels the vibration of his guttural moan. He meets her eyes as he removes his member from his trousers and wraps her fingersaround his shaft. He then squeezes her large, supple breasts before shoving his tongue down her throat as if claiming her for himself.
Avina strokes his cock, which barely fits in her hand. Noises she has never uttered in her life wreck from her chest.
As if fueled by her response to him, he lifts her onto the desk and slips two fingers into her wetness. Her mind goes blank as she gyrates against his hand. Somehow, his massive fingers navigate her core, striking the elusive spot within her womanhood. She gasps as he deepens his pressure.
