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Diane kisses her mother on the cheek, and I take her hand. I lead her out of the room and up the stairs. She pauses. “We aren’t going outside?”
I step in close to her and press myself against her body. “We can go anywhere you want.” She gasps as I grow so hard that I’m positive she can feel it even through all the fabric of her dress. “I just need you now.” The growl I was suppressing earlier releases from my throat, and I press her even closer to me. “You tell me where you want to go,” and I dip my head down to the nape of her neck. My lips open up to taste her skin. My teeth nip barely.
Diane moans. Instantly, her arms run down the length of my chest and hit the laces of my pants. Her fingers brush over the span of me, encouraging me to suck at her skin a little harder, faster, and plunge my head deeper into her hair to get a better angle at the spot making her go crazy.
Her noises excite me, and I make a choice. I pull away from her quickly, her fingers are still pulling at the laces, and I say, “I will take you here. Now. I will use my magic to camouflage us, although we should be safe here.” I don’t wait for her to respond. I can see in her eyes she is ready for it. Wants it. I lift her up as she whispers “Yes,” as consent.
The dress makes it impossible to wrap herself around me. Instead, I release my magic. It thumbs down my body and surrounds us in a cocoon of silence and invisibility. Only we can hear each other’s pleasure. Our lust. Our pure indulgence of each other.
Only she can see me pressing her against the stairs wall and kneeling before her. I stare at her as I trace the hem of her dress and lift it up to reveal her legs. I dive under the skirts of fabric and grab her naked ass. Knowing that she has been without undergarments all day drives me even crazier. I don’t wait. I thrust my fingers up into the warmest, wet part of her. My fingers slid in as though she had been waiting for me. I pull back out and watch her hips start to writhe, up and down against me.
A deep yearning is building inside of me. Centering. Lustful. Need. As Diane works herself on my fingers, I adjudge my head between my legs and find her swollen clit with my tongue. I go to work, moving faster, then slower, teasing her, listening for her breathing. Her screams, and soon she is spasming around my fingers, and I am pressing my face even more deeply into her so she can feel the fullest, longest pleasure I can give her.
When she begins to slow and her muscles cease contracting, I come back from under her skirts. She wilts against the wall, and I pick her up.
“You’re not done for the night, are you?” I asked.
Diane opens her eyes with a dreamy look and says, “Not for one moment. We have all night, and I can’t wait to give you what you gave me.” A spark of desire played across her eyes. “And then even more.”
I swept her up into the bedroom with my magic still in place.
We didn’t sleep at all for three days.
24
DIANE
Ilook over the balcony’s edge.
Orthani rises above me in peaks and valleys. I inhale in all its beauty. Buildings, older than humankind itself, loom far off in the distance but still appear giant next to emerald-colored mountains that are stuffed full of greenery.
A breeze kicks up my hair, now grown longer than when I first came to Carmichael’s castle. A smile plays across my lips just at the thought of my husband.
I let out a long breath.
I do that often now. I remember to breathe.
My mother is no longer sick. My brother does not have to be a child who grows up too quickly. And I have met my mate. I close my eyes, and a quiet peace settles over me as the golden hues of sunset brush over my cheeks.
My fingertips brush the smooth, cool silk of my dress.
I can feel a flutter underneath my skin. My smile grows.
The baby is not yet big enough for anyone to feel from the outside, but my hand rests on my stomach. Perhaps it is a promise of protection.
Perhaps it can feel my presence already, the cup of my hand, like a warm hug.
Perhaps, it is a reminder that less than a year ago, I was desperate to help my family out, and somehow, I managed to do it—against all odds.
Strong arms snake through my arms and pull me backward toward an equally strong chest. I keep my eyes closed but can hear Carmichael inhale the scent of my hair. The tip of his nose runs over the curve of my neck, and a shiver across my skin follows.
I bite my lip as his lips trace the line back down my neck and my back-end arches against him. He doesn’t bother to suppress his pleasure as it slips past his kisses in a groan as I press my lower half into his.
His hands tense around me. So large one of them can almost palm my waist by itself. I giggle, at least for now. If I let him, he would rip through another dress. Marriage suits him well. The prospect of me being his and his being mine forever hasn’t suppressed his desire for me. It has only heightened.
I melt against him as the heat intensifies between us.
Perhaps it’s an elven trait. Once elves mate, maybe their desire only increases. I sigh again, thinking it’s probably why elves don’t connect to a mate every day. If they did, they might never get anything done besides messing around with each other.
