“You’re finally going to get your bed back,” I said when we were in the bedroom. Darkness had fallen outside, and Rivven’s eyes blazed like two tiny moons in the velvety gloom.
“Not mine anymore,” he said simply. “Yours. It’s all yours.”
“Even you?”
“Especially me.”
I went to him, laying my cheek on his chest, putting my arms around his back. I just stood there and held him, in a way I hadn’t really held him before. It wasn’t an embrace of desperate lust. It was something deeper, tender, nearly tranquil with certainty.
Rivven was mine. My choice.
My husband.
Or he would be, tomorrow. Remembering that sent a frisson of excitement through me, concentrated in my belly.
And lower.
“I want to kiss you,” Rivven whispered. “I want to kiss you…Your mouth and…And other places.”
He’d said that once before. But then we’d been interrupted.
My nipples tightened. “Other places?”
“Your neck. Your breasts. Could I…” His voice dropped a rich, smoky octave. “Could I kiss you between your legs?”
My knees buckled. Thank goodness Rivven was holding on to me, too. His arms so strong and solid.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I mean…If that’s what…What you want…”
“It is.” Decisive. Almost demanding.
Except this was Rivven. And he’d never demanded anything from me. Not once.
Not even when he’d asked me to marry him, something I was certain he’d gathered every shred of desperate courage to do.
I pulled out of his grip an began to remove my clothing slowly. Like it was part of some holy ritual. Because that was how he was watching me. With worship in his eyes. When Iwas standing before him in nothing but my panties, he groaned and grasped himself through his pants. When something tickled against my hip I jumped. His tail had slid up the outside of my thigh, and was now dipping into the waistband. His eyes were on my face, watching, questioning, making sure this was alright.
I wished he knew that it was all alright. Everything he wanted. Everything between us.
Maybe, after tomorrow, he would.
His tail moved, sliding along the waistband of my panties until it moved lower, through my curls, prodding at my clit until I moaned. My legs jerked, my knees threatening to give out once more. Apparently, Rivven had had enough of me almost falling. With a bit-off growl, he pulled my panties down and then urged me onto the bed. He kneeled between my spread thighs like a man before an altar.
“I can’t believe you’re going to be my wife,” he rasped “I don’t think I could ever-”
“Don’t thank me,” I interrupted, terrified he’d been about to. “If anyone should be thanking anyone, it’s me thanking you.”
Rivven had given me so much already. His kindness, his bed, his friendship, his care. He’d fed me. Made things for me. I’d chosen him after all the time we’d been together. But there had never seemed to be any question of him choosing me. I’d never had to worry about that as he had. I’d never felt any insecurity about my chance at a marriage in this world.
I didn’t ever want him to feel that way again.
I wanted to show him with my body what I meant. But Rivven beat me to it, making good on his comment about kissing me other places. His lips moved across my jaw, pausing to mouth the pulse in my throat. Then my collarbones. And then my breasts. When he gave a hot, sucking kiss to my right nipple, I moaned. Tension twisted in me, like a ribbon of silk.
Blue silk.
When his tongue traced my belly button, I was panting and writhing.
When it found my clit, I was already on the verge of coming.
