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Such a simple thing, her hand landing in my own. Yet it became everything, the contact turning our fingers into the center of this forsaken universe. The crowd thinned, and the music dimmed. Nothing else existed but this.
Naturally my kind had a habit of hyperbolizing, however I gave no fucks how it sounded. This elation threatened to knock me to my fucking knees.
Briar’s fingers trembled, equally overcome. Eagerness and something external—true and sure—ripened her complexion like forbidden fruit. In this heiress, I beheld the reverence of a virgin, the confidence of a lover, and the yearning of an equal. This impossible match, which we made into a reality, seizing it with abandon, refusing to relinquish it no matter the cost and regardless of the sacrifice.
Nay. Instead, we surrendered in another way.
My digits closed around hers, encasing my princess there. Mine. All mine. Just as every inch of me belonged to her.
With my heart pumping, I turned and guided Briar from the clearing. Wending through the pasture, I stalked around maple trunks and veered off the gourd-lit path. It might have seemed as if I was moving aimlessly, but my destination was clear. I knew where the fuck to take her.
And take her, I would.
Moving deeper, deeper, deeper into the thicket, I led us to a condensed area where the trees huddled close. Amid the maroon glint of maple leaves, a compact dining shed stood vacant, the building’s door sketched in luminescence from the pumpkins and lanterns burning through the pasture. The woodworkers had been overly ambitious, a characteristic of this nation. To that end, an overabundance of structures meant several were unoccupied by merchants or revelers.
Spotting the edifice, we walked faster. The costumed skirt buffeted my limbs, and my boots ate up the distance. Briar’s respirations came fast, keeping pace with my own.
To be safe, we should remove ourselves completely from the market. To avoid detection, I should haul her into the building and slam the deadbolt in place.
Yet I couldn’t bother to care. If we didn’t stop now, the pain would be too much, and I’d lose my cursed mind. Besides, I’d spent plenty of time scouring the market, finding no sign of a threat, and a surplus of weapons rested in various compartments under this jacket. Were someone to interrupt us, I would flay them to pieces.
Briar seemed to agree because her footfalls rushed alongside mine. She had weapons of her own pinned beneath that hat and strapped to her boots. Of this, I had no doubt.
Hence. We weren’t making it inside the fucking shed.
I hoisted the princess to the back of the structure, trapped her in a fire-lit alley between the building and an empty vendor’s booth. With maple branches arching overhead, I hefted her against my frame.
Briar hastened into me, her fingers dropping to my tailbone and clinging there like film. Her palms scorched through the costume, throwing embers up my spine. We pressed into one another, panting and overwhelmed.
Despite our feverish outtakes, our motions were sluggish and heavy with longing. My forehead pressed into hers, and my hands cradled her profile with such anguished delicacy, fearful of breaking this moment. Farther away, the fiddler strummed a tender melody, akin to the one we’d danced to.
Our eyes shut, and our breaths dashed together in a heady spell. My mouth sizzled, grazing against hers, sweeping one way, then the other. Her lips parted, lush and firm and quavering. I rowed up and down, tracing her mouth whilst she did the same. The gentle exploration robbed me of oxygen and depleted me of words.
For no blasted words could measure up to this. We’d passed the point of needing them. I heard every plea and desire without either of us speaking.
We rubbed our lips together as though discovering them for the first time, learning one another anew, only with the same history tethering us. We etched each other like we’d gone through it all—every deadly conflict and battle of wills—without touching.
Yet wanting to. For so long.
Briar’s whimpers lifted my cock high. The secretive urgency of it broke my heart and split me open.
A secret and a scandal. A shadowed liaison and a force of nature.
That’s what we were.
The greatest courage a person can have is to love another.
The memory of my speech, from the night we spent in a Spring jail, was both a torment and a comfort. I could lose this, or I could keep this forever. Either way, I would sacrifice myself to have her.
The tartness of Briar’s mouth wrought an agonized sound from me. My teeth caressing the princess’s lower lip coaxed a whine from her.
I thrived on those noises. Our gaping mouths lapped over each other with teasing restraint, on the brink of combustion. Finally, the muscles of our lips yielded, pressing together, swift and tempting.
Give me your mouth.
One peck led to another. My head anchored in the opposite direction, my lips folding against Briar’s and pulling a sigh from her lungs.
Give me your tongue.
