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Raising a hand, Nora lightly caressed River's neck, stopping to strum his pulse. Her fangs elongated a little as she watched, wishing she could just plunge her fangs into his neck and taste him.
But she wasn't quite ready for that. So Nora continued to stroke different parts of his warm, slightly prickly neck, loving how River groaned and tilted his head to give her better access.
Usually he held such power over her with his kisses and touches, making her act like a wanton. However, as he made some more sounds in the back of his throat, she realized somehow, some way, she had the same effect on him.
That knowledge gave her a bit of confidence to ask for something she wanted. "Show me another way it feels good to be with a male and not hurt, River. I want you to teach me what to ask for because I have no bloody idea."
He pulled back to meet her gaze. "What about my kisses? I know for a fact you like those."
She smiled. "I do. But I want to learn about another way. The more ways you show how it can feel good, the less hesitant I'll probably become about intimate relations."
He searched her eyes. "Are you sure, Nora? Because I have a million fucking things I'd love to do to you, but I need limits so I don't push too far."
And there River went again, being so considerate and nice to her. Maybe fate had known what she needed after all to move forward with her life—a male from a different, more understanding time. "Well, I like your kisses on my face and neck." She paused a second to steady herself and blurted, "But I'm curious where else they might feel good?"
He smiled slowly and her lower belly flipped. River Vale was entirely too handsome for his own good.
As he traced her jaw, he murmured, "To do that, I need access to some skin. The clothes here cover just about every fucking inch. So if you want my mouth on your body, then unbutton your shirt and I'll show you one type of kiss that should drive you crazy."
Nora wore her practical day-to-day clothes of a long-sleeved white shirtwaist and a long dark skirt. With shaky hands, she slowly undid the buttons down from her neck to her waist, until she revealed her chemise and corset underneath.
Still, despite those layers, she still exposed some of her upper chest, something she'd never done willingly with a male before.
Heat crept up into her cheeks as River stared at her exposed flesh for a few beats. Then he lightly traced her collarbone with a finger, back and forth, and her nipples hardened, aching for something.
Would it be scandalous to ask him to touch her there?
As she debated it, River leaned down to press his lips to her skin above her corset and chemise and lightly flicked his tongue against her. With each light touch, she wanted him to touch her everywhere—her breasts, her stomach, even her thighs.
Never in her life had she thought to want such a thing.
As he continued to tease with his mouth and tongue, she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him close, not wanting him to leave her just yet. She wanted more, so much more. Her breasts were heavy, and nipples hard, and she ached for his attentions to shift there, but was too embarrassed to ask for it.
However, River moved lower on his own, taking his time to kiss every inch across the top swell of her bosom. Lips brushed, tongue flicked, and he even lightly bit her.
And she loved every bloody bit, to the point she panted and even moaned a little as he continued his sweet torture, leaving no inch of skin untouched.
Oh, she definitely wanted to feel his mouth lower, on her breasts.
As she tried to muster the courage to ask for it, River leaned back and she cried out in protest. He smiled at her, brushed hair back from her face, and strummed her cheek with his thumb. "Tell me what you want, baby. I want honesty in all areas, including where you want my kisses. And since you agreed to that, isn't there some sort of vampire vow thing you have to follow?"
If she truly wanted to, Nora could walk around the truth without lying. After all, she'd had seventy years of practice.
However, as River's fiery green eyes stared at her, she didn't want to do that. "I-I want your kisses lower."
He glanced down at her chest and back up. "How much lower?"
Her cheeks were on fire, but somehow she managed to get out, "Here."
She ran a finger down from her exposed skin to her breast, and then her nipple. Even just the pressure of her own fingers made her squirm a little.
Over the years, Nora had heard plenty about females finding their own pleasure, or even bits from Leo's bookkeeper—Charlotte—who was in love with another female and tried to share what to ask for. But Nora had never tried it herself. Anything intimate had been tarnished, and she didn't want the slightest reminder of anyone touching her from the past.
However, as she did it now, staring into the eyes of her fated lord, the past didn't resurface at all. No, she wanted to see what this fae witch male from the future would do next to make her feel good.
"Tell me I can expose your beautiful skin and feel your nipple against my tongue?"
His words sent an image of just that, and Nora almost tore down her corset cups.
