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We pulled apart, panting. Dace lowered his head to kiss along my neck. The claiming bite marks of the tamer had officially faded, his scent no longer staining my skin. I felt Dace’s smile and then the soft nipping of his teeth before he kissed down on the spot. Even the slightest brush of his teeth sent a fire through me. Dampness gathered between my legs.
“I love you.” His lips moved against me.
“I want you,” I said softly.
Dace straightened, searching my face for certainty. His eyes wandered down over me, then pulled back up. “Are you sure?” he said with a strained voice.
I couldn’t articulate words anymore, it was too much when my body was begging for release. I nodded, looking directly into his eyes.
“You have to say it out loud.” He closed his eyes and smiled, waiting patiently to hear my voice.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
The words struck like lightning in the air. They pulled us together like magnets. Dace’s lips became nearly frantic on mine, chasing after kisses I could hardly keep up with. Electricity ran through my lips. An uncontainable excitement. Our mouths continued in a give and take, Dace’s steady hands holding me tight to him as he walked me backward.
Sturdy wood, chilled by a fireless room, met my calves, telling me we had reached the large guest bed. Our kisses stopped as he sat me down across the blanket top. His chest heaved with rapid breaths, his hands trembling as he ran them over my dress, looking for the zipper that held it up.
I knew that under the gown there wasn’t any clothing to hide me. The dressmaker had given the dress support in the bust and it hugged my ass so tightly that I couldn’t bear the idea of underwear lines in front of a crowd.
Dace pulled the zipper down, opening the back of the dress and loosening the shoulders. His fingers traced over my skin, pushing the fabric away. Gold fell down from my chest, shining in the Fae firelight. My nipples pebbled at the bite of the cold room.
The white of Dace’s teeth bit into his lip as he groaned, lowering himself. He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before venturing down. Full and soft, still wet from our kisses, his mouth created a line to each breast. His tongue flicked out over the peaks as he made his way from one side to the other. Heat burned under every touch, shooting straight to my core where it warmed further.
My head tilted back as I savored the feeling. His strong hands, which had gripped my hips while he leaned into my chest, hooked into my dress where it had fallen away. He tugged at the fabric. I put my weight onto my arms, lifting my hips, as the satin slipped over and off my skin.
Dace knelt on the ground, bowed on his knees. His eyes were large as he took in my body. Both of his hands met my calves and he followed them up to my thighs. He breathed in, smiling at the scent of my arousal, strong in the air.
He pressed a kiss to one thigh. My heart raced. Gently, he nudged my legs further apart. He placed a few more delicate kisses to my inner thighs. Cold air hit the dampness between my legs as they spread wider. The chill dissipated as Dace lowered his head, swiping his tongue across me.
A moan parted my lips. That was all Dace needed before he buried himself in me. His tongue circled and flicked over the most sensitive parts of me. My upper half melted against the bed, unable to hold me up when all I could do was tremble.
Every swipe of his tongue, and the gentle suction of his mouth, teased at something that built inside of me. It begged me to free fall into it. It called me, asking me to accept Dace’s scent as something permanent that would never leave me. It demanded more.
I couldn’t be certain if Dace had dreamed this into reality, but there was a tenderness that surrounded him. I could feel it in the careful curl of his fingers in my thighs as they pressed my legs away.
My fingers moved to intertwine with Dace’s hair, but I felt the soft points of his crown. Carefully, I lifted it from his head and set it to the side. He sighed against me as I finally ran my fingers through his hair, making it stand at odd angles.
Dace looked up at me, licking the moisture off his lips. Slowly, he stood. Both hands moved to his belt.
“We can stop now if you want to.” There was an added gravel to his voice, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, watching me.
“I don’t want to stop.” I sat forward, reaching to help him undo his pants. His arousal pressed tightly against the fabric, wanting its own release. His belt jingled as I undid the buckle and moved on to the button of his pants.
“I’ve never…” I started, glancing up at him.
“I mean, I know you’ve never gone this far, I’d smell it on you.” He laughed a little. Then his brows furrowed as he realized what I had actually begun to say. “You’ve never…seen one?”
I pushed down his pants, letting the material gather at his feet. With one hand, I traced the band of his underwear, letting my finger slip underneath. Dace took in a sharp breath.
“I just thought that at some point you may have…tried or thought about…with anyone else.” He gulped.
“Not much time for that when you’re taken as a child and become an adult while in slavery,” I whispered in return.
“We can slow this down.” He was proposing the idea for my own sake, not his.
I smiled up at him before I grabbed at his remaining bottoms and pulled them down. His cock gently sprang forward as the fabric released its hold. Dace shrugged his jacket off and moved his hands down his shirt, undoing buttons. I wrapped my hand around the base of him, feeling the surprising thickness of it, and stroked up. I’m not sure what I expected, but this skin was surprisingly soft in my grasp. Veins ran under his moonlight skin, brighter than I’d seen anywhere else on him. Looking up at him, he exhaled slowly and nodded.
“Will this hurt me?” I asked.
