She twirls, slow at first, and then faster, her laughter curling around me like a spell. The fabric of her dress sways, the slit revealing the long, freckled stretch of her thigh.
Then she stops abruptly, her chest rising and falling as she watches me. “I want you again. Want this moment, this night of good news, to be marked by you.”
Her hands move to the knot at her shoulder, pulling it loose. The fabric shifts, the dress slipping slightly, baring more of her skin.
I go still.
“In the morning, the curse mark will be gone and we will leave together,” she murmurs, fingers brushing the strap off her shoulder. “I don’t want to go back to the Enduar Mountains and resume the life I had before. I want a new one.With you. Burn yourself onto my skin so that… matehood doesn’t matter anymore.”
My throat tightens.
Tell her.
She mistakes my pause for disagreement, and one of her steps falters. Unsure.
Absolutely fucking not.
I growl low in my throat, and reach out. My fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her close, so close I can feel the heat of her breath against my jaw.
“You’re playing with fire, Arlet.”
She smiles, tilting her chin up, her lips inches from mine. “Burn me,mi cielo.”
Her gasp is lost in my mouth and her body molds against mine as I lift her and press her against the nearest tree. She clutches at me, legs wrapping around my waist and hands threading into my hair as the kiss deepens.
Grinning against her lips, I feel the heat pool between us. It is impossible not to savor the time I spend with her, free of pain.
She grinds against me once, and my tail wraps around the legs she’s crossed behind my ass.
It is impossible to not be insane with lust around her, and my cock strains at my pants, pressing against the spot between her legs.
She pulls back, eyes wide, hungry.
When we’d been together before, I’d denied her this part—hadn’t asked for anything more than to give her what she wanted. But now… she reaches down to undo the top laces of my clothing. She begins to rock as she undoes each tie, her mouth falling open and her breath turning to gasps.
I see white.
She's breathing heavily now—her cheeks flush pink.
I feel myself grow even harder at the sight.
"Can I touch you?" She whispers, licking her lips nervously. “Gods, have I dreamed about touching you. Causing your cock to go slick with your own seed. I want you to slide it between us. Inside me. Between my breasts. I want to smell so much like you that no man would come near. Your seed in my cunt. Your arm around my waist. A mark on my neck—two if you can manage.”
I groan, my eyes heavy-lidded as I push against her. She grinds again. “Please let me touch you.”
My hand goes around her neck. Begging, but in the most beautiful way. Begging for me. I would reward her for that.
“If you touch me now, I fear my plans for you won’t last as long as I’d hoped,” I grab her wrists again and she moans. Loud. “Do you know how long it has been since I laid with a woman?”
"How long?" she whispers, her voice just above a whisper as she looks at me with eyes full of lust and hope, wanting more.
"Half a century," I answer truthfully. "So let me savor this."
I move to undo the ties on her dress and feel a shiver run down her spine before my hands reach the last tie. "I was not even tempted by another, until you walked into the cave and shoved a finger in my face. You light me on fire. I've waited for this moment. For weeks, months… forever it feels like."
“Hate and desire feel confusingly similar,” she confesses as I slide my hands down her body. “Forgive me for being confused.”
She touches me again, as if she can’t help herself. I grab her hand and hold it to my empty chest. I start to move, and she sucks in a sharp breath and squirms.
