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I try to push toward him, to encourage him onward. Alek grips my bare ass beneath my skirt to hold me in place.
“Wait. I don’t know—I don’t want this to be over too quickly. I need to last long enough that you get to feel just as good.”
I brush my fingers over his hair, exerting all my self-control not to buck against him. “I already feel pretty fantastic.” As I pause, the larger truth of the matter rolls over me with a sudden catch in my throat.
It takes a moment before I can speak again, my voice gone rough. “You know, this is the first time I’ve ever been with someone who knew all of me. I don’t have any more experience with that than you do. But I can’t imagine anything feeling better than I do right now.”
Alek exhales in a rush and tips my head to capture my lips. He kisses me until my head is spinning with the passion emanating off him.
As his tongue flicks out to tease over mine, he tucks his hand between us and sets it low on my belly. His thumb strokes downward until it hits the spot just above where we’re connected. A jolt of bliss shoots through my core.
His lips travel across the edge of my jaw. “Right there?”
His thumb pulses against my clit, and I whimper before I can answer. “Right there. So fucking good, Alek.”
He works his thumb over me until so much pleasure is racing through my body that I start to shake—and only then does he finally move his hips. First in careful, shallow strokes while dappling kisses across my face and neck.
I grind into him with a needy sound, and a raw chuckle reverberates from his chest. He picks up the pace, thrusting into me faster, harder. Setting me alight from the inside while his thumb keeps conjuring more bliss against my clit.
Even with Casimir, the expert on all things carnal pleasure, it never felt quite like this. Maybe because even with him, I had to keep some part of me distant. I had to close myself off.
But Alek has already embraced every terrible part of me. He wants me as I am.
I have nothing left to hide here. I can simply be.
And oh, it’s wondrous being me at this moment. My nerves sing with the pleasure thrumming through my body.
Alek’s fingers dig into my ass with a firmness that only heightens the sensations. He holds me in place as he slams even deeper into me.
Our mouths crash together with messy kisses between hoarse breaths. The swell of ecstasy inside me builds and expands until I’m barely aware of anything except my hands clutching Alek’s shoulders, his cock plunging into me, and the magic he’s creating with his thumb.
The muscles in his hips tense against my thighs. “Ivy,” he mutters. “I can’t—”
But it doesn’t matter, because just as he starts to spill himself inside me, the wave that was rising washes through me. I hug him even tighter to me, quaking and crying out with the force of my release.
Alek groans and wraps his arms around me just as firmly. He buries his face in my hair as his panting subsides.
For a minute or two, we simply rest there against each other, sweaty and spent but ever so sated. Alek stirs first, seeking out another kiss.
Then he freezes up. “We didn’t take any precautions. I should have thought—”
I rest my hand against the scarred side of his face. “It’s all right. At this time of the month, it’s not much of a risk for me anyway. But just to be safe, I could take mirewort. I got the impression it’s not too hard to come by here at the college.”
Alek nods. “I can request some. Since we won’t want anyone wondering who you’re seeing if you ask about it.”
I hadn’t even thought of that. Trust Alek to consider every possible threat—and mitigate them for me. “It’s effective as long as it’s taken within a couple of days. You can give it to me at our meeting tomorrow. Which I will definitely be making it to, perfectly safe and sound.”
A tinge of anguish crosses Alek’s face as he gazes back at me.
“You’d better,” he says with sudden fierceness. “Or I don’t care what the king’s orders are—I’ll kill Ster. Torstem myself.”
Sixteen
Ivy
“It may create a prickling sensation,” Casimir says as he dabs a thin brush into the little pot of burgundy paste he brought with him. “But it shouldn’t actually hurt. If it does, let me know, and we’ll wash it right off.”
When he brings the brush to my chest, I hold myself perfectly still. The touch of the paste does set off a faint and not uncomfortable burn—but the more prominent sensation is my heated awareness of how close we are, our bodies just inches apart.
