Page 31 of Wicked

Raven stares at me for a long moment before she appears to have decided. “Thanks, but unless it’s a small casual village affair, I have nothing to wear.”

I already considered that, and I lift my wine and walk. “Come! And bring your vino.”

We head for the correct castle wing and level, and Raven walks behind me, wide-eyed. We are both in bare feet, and the energy is calming.

After endless meetings in navy or black suits, boardroom type meetings, lengthy legal battles, and endless jet flights, it’s relaxing.

It is also good to see someone appreciate the family building.

As Raven sips her wine, I find the necessary key on the set. After unlocking the door, we enter, and I show her the huge four-poster bed and large rack of gowns, dresses, and shoes.

The array covers an entire wall, and a team have done an excellent job of ventilation, dry cleaning, and arranging.

The collection of gowns, dresses, shoes, and boots are in perfect condition, and they should likely be in a museum.

Raven’s eyes pop and she runs for the clear plastic covers and gowns within.

“Oh my god!”

I notice a full-sized mirror in the corner, and a chair is next to the racks.

“Dante, I can’t! What if they find out?”

“Have a look and try,” I say, walking up. “Anything you want, trust me. Nothing bad will happen.”

Raven moves along the gowns, entranced. As I walk across the room, I stand under the huge arched windows and take in the warm sun. Suddenly, there is a shriek and a rustle of plastic.

In the distance, Raven carefully lifts a gown from the plastic. She pulls off her shorts, top and bra without hesitation, and I turn away.

As I walk around the room, I check the window frames for damaged wood, and I distract myself.

“Ready,” Raven calls excitedly.

Her back is to me, the gown open, and she stands barefooted. She is wearing a gorgeous cream-and-gold embroidered gown, and I walk towards her.

The dress’s back is down low, and I can just make out the top of a white thong and her cute virgin butt.

“Do me up, will you, Dante?”

I slowly do up her gown, clasp by clasp and inch by inch, my fingers skimming her skin. Electricity sparks, and the small shocks are delightful and erotic.

My face is inches from her neck, and I am tempted to kiss her just behind her ear. Then I would then reach around to play with her nipples.

As she moans, I would lift her hands, forcing the dress to cascade and reveal her butt and legs.

Pushing her against the wall, I would place her hands high on it, and I wouldslide inside her.

As I stare at the silky untouched skin on her now-braless back, I am tempted to take her. Raven must sense my energy, because as I move slow, I find her big eyes watching me in the mirror.

She smiles sweetly, and my energy retreats fast. I cannot have her; we are from different worlds.

I clear my throat to clear my energy, and I inhale to re-center myself. I then do up the last three clasps and step back.

“Now, don’t look,” Raven says excitedly. I turn away and hear light noises. “Just trying shoes.”

After a few grunts, steps, and a squeal, I hear, “Okay!”

I turn as Raven spins and walks forwards.

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