Page 173 of Blood of the Fairest

I kiss the little beauty spot over her lip—then again, then once more. It's too damn adorable, and it's been taunting me for far too fucking long.

Before I can kiss her harder and toss her onto the bed, she laughs and frames my face with her hands.

"Eris."

I like her hands on my face. I like her hands anywhere, but I need to feel them everywhere before I lose my mind.

"Hmm?"

"You're a virgin, right?"

Am I?

"I have no idea," I admit.

"With no memories, I think you pretty much are. Are you sure you want to do this right now, with me?"

"Yes."

She hesitates. "Even if Wulf and I have kind of messed around, and that prince and I⁠—"

"Verena," I whisper, peering into her eyes with the longing I've been so terrible at concealing. "I will not be able to step out of the mirror realm for another month. If you have your way, you may be gone long before then. If this is all I can ever have with you, I need it. I need you."

"Thank god—I need you too," she breathes, and then she's helping me pull my shirt off over my head.

We're a blur of excitement and need, kissing one another ardently as I slowly back her toward the large guest bed.

Finally, her ballgown and underdress are tossed aside, and my trousers are kicked off. I have to break away from the kiss with a rough swear at the sensation of my naked body tangling with hers for the first time.

It feels unbelievably good. The slide of her hands up my chest, my palms squeezing and cupping her breasts, the drag of her tongue against mine as she continues to explore my mouth.

My naked erection is throbbing with excitement. I have no idea if I can finish in this world, but I'm so mad with need that I decide I'll accept the torture, if necessary—just so long as I can keep touching Verena.

Every second I have with her makes me feel as if I finally exist.

Verena's hands slide around me, exploring my back, but she stills when her fingers encounter the raised stripes.

"Are these…scars?" she whispers, frowning as she starts to pull away from the kiss.

Not interested in discussing what my back may look like, I lower my head to drag my tongue against one of her pink, peaked nipples.

At the same time, I slide one palm between us, down her stomach and between her legs to cup that hot, fucking hypnotic cunt.

I drag my fingers through it, groaning at the same time she gasps into my mouth.

"Watching your Huntsman play with this while I could only watch was the sweetest kind of hell," I whisper between her breasts, my fingers circling through that delicious wetness. "But it's my turn for a taste."

Verena's breath catches as I trail kisses along the same path my hand took until finally, my tongue can delve into her.

Matron above, her cunt is so soft and warm.

She's wet, but not dripping as she was in that carriage. My cock strains eagerly, but I do my best to ignore it, determined to prepare her thoroughly.

"Oh, god," she sighs as I lap at her again. "That feels so good."

Good?

That's not enough. Having my face between her thighs is making me lightheaded with newfound pleasure. I want her at least as mindless with lust as I'm quickly becoming.