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“Hmm. Better stop talking then.”
He claims my mouth and slides his hand down the front of my bodice. His fingers chart the slopes of one breast, gradually working their way to the peak.
When his thumb travels over my nipple through the fabric with a sharper flare of pleasure, my breath catches. Alek grins against my mouth and repeats the gesture with a firmer pressure.
The delight his touch provokes builds with each iteration. I arch into him, urging him on.
In every caress, I can feel Alek gaining confidence. With a pleased hum, he gives my hair a light tug to tip my head to the side and applies his mouth to my neck.
His breath and his lips brand the sensitive skin from my jaw down to the crook of my shoulder. I sway in his embrace, a gasp slipping out of me at a tentative nip of his teeth.
“I want to kiss every part of you,” he murmurs, “just to find out which get me the best reaction.”
I let out a little huff of amusement. “If you’re going to study me, then I want to study you too.”
I give the collar of his tunic a yank. Rather than simply helping me, Alek pulls back just far enough to peel the shirt off himself.
Apparently he’s a lot less shy about his body than his face. And there’s nothing to be shy about.
My fingers reach out, drawn by the softly defined planes of muscle that cover his slim but toned torso. His godlen brand, Estera’s sigil that’s both looping and pointed, reminds me of his usual purpose in life. “I’m guessing you don’t spendeveryspare moment with your head in a book.”
Alek chuckles with a trace of sheepishness. “Exercise helps keep your mind honed. It’s actually part of the scholarship regimen, to ensure we don’t turn into sickly lay-abouts.”
“Well, I approve.”
I trail my hands right down his front, stopping just above the waist of his trousers. On an impulse, I tip forward to kiss his smooth skin just above his own nipples.
The cool, citrusy tang of him fills my lungs. His chest hitches, and then he’s bowing into my explorations, fondling my chest in turn with one hand while the other slips around me.
With a few deft jerks, he loosens the lacing on the back of my gown. It only takes him a second to delve his hand beneath both my bodice and my undershirt.
The feel of his hot palm right against my breast brings a whimper to my throat. I mark a path of kisses up his chest and neck before our mouths crash into each other again.
Alek tugs my bodice a little lower and then slides both of his hands under the layers of fabric. He cups my breasts in unison, working me over with eager precision as he discovers exactly what sorts of movements spark enough bliss to shock more sounds from my lips.
A burning heat has formed between my legs—and I’m far too aware of the time ticking away before we might be interrupted. Nothing would put a damper on this interlude faster than Stavros barging into the room with his judgmental scowl.
I scoot forward on the tabletop so I can run my fingers right down Alek’s abdomen to the bulge behind his trousers.
A guttural sound tumbles out of him. “Fuck, Ivy. I—”
He seems to decide taking action is better than talking. As I curl my fingers around his erection through the fabric, he shoves the mass of my skirt upward.
I squirm to make it easier to push the layers of silk aside, but my legs are still mostly covered by the divided underskirt that’s like billowy pants underneath. The underskirt with knives strapped around my thighs overtop of it.
Alek lets out another chuckle at the sight of my weaponry, with no sign of being put off. With a shaky inhalation, he rocks into my grasp and fingers the overlapping folds of cloth between my legs to find the gap between.
Just the brush of his hand at the apex of my thighs sets off a sharp enough flare of pleasure to have me moaning. I give his cock another squeeze, delighting in the groan I achieve in return, but this partial closeness doesn’t feel quite satisfying.
“Let me…” I unclip the straps that hold my knife sheaths and then wriggle right out of my underskirt and drawers in one go.
My intention couldn’t be more obvious. Alek’s breath quickens. He jerks at his trousers, and I help him yank them down.
Then I wrap my knees around his hips and grasp his shoulders. With a heady pressure that sends tingles all the way to my fingertips, he enters me.
The slickness of my sex can’t leave any doubt about how eager for this moment I am, but Alek guides his cock in slowly, his breath turning even more ragged. When we’re fully joined, he stops, just holding on to me and panting into my hair.
“You have no idea how good you feel, Ivy,” he mumbles.
