Page 42 of Veiled Flames
“If doing this spoils Father’s chance to use me as his pawn,” she continues. “If it ruins his opportunities to strike alliances with me as his offered prize, that’s an incentive not a deterrent. Destroying my chance of marriage adds to the reasons I’llwelcomeyour rod inside me.”
She shifts on the cot, and her obvious arousal drifts across the few spans between us, washing over me like a sensual caress.
My warning had the opposite effect to my intent, and it takes all of my strength not to pounce upon her this instant, to roughly stab into her softness and ride her hard until she screams—whether from pleasure or pain.
But I would never take her like that, and there is more to explain.
“Also…” I suck on my cheeks for moisture. “What you are offering me now; it’s something a maiden can only offer once.”
“Oh.” Disappointment paints her expression. She finally understands what I’ve been trying to explain. It’s finally sunk in that her future husband will reject her on their marriage bed.
Her back straightens. “Nevertheless,” she says, “I want this experience—even if it’s just once.” She licks her lips. “In fact, I want it very much.” She shifts toward me. “And I want it to be with you.” She looks up into my eyes with so much heat and desire, I can barely remain standing.
My cock hears her words even louder than my ears do, and it throbs, shifting against my chemise.
I should also ensure she understands a babe is possible. But I have an ample supply of courtesan’s tea on hand to prevent myseed from taking root. And, if I’m honest, I fear another warning might put an end to this.
I can’t risk that. I’ve never wanted a woman so desperately. Since our first meeting, Rosomon has bewitched me. I haven’t been able to get her out of my thoughts or my dreams. Because of her, I stayed away from the caravan since the night I kissed her, hoping my yearnings would soften. Instead, they’ve intensified.
Given her constant residence in my mind, I’ve already talked myself through my personal reasons to avoid this encounter—primarily our age difference combined with my role as dragon master.
But, even if I hadn’t found a way to talk myself through those ethical obstacles, I can no longer resist her.
While I fight my urge to dive over her, she stands and turns, bending forward over the cot and lifting her ass to expose the soft folds of her sex.
My rod lurches, and a growl escapes from inside me.
She looks over her shoulder. “Am I in the correct position?”
I fight to keep my hands and cock away from her. I don’t want her first time to be a rough stab from behind.
“It’soneposition,” I say hoarsely.
Her eyes open with wonder. “There is more than one position?”
“There aremanyways for a man to lie with a woman.” Stepping forward, I slide my hand over her beautiful ass.
Her pelvis contracts, her back arching and flexing under my touch, her muscles trembling. She’s still afraid, but she wantsthis. The moisture is so heavy between her legs it’s visible, and the scent of her fills the air.
“Let’s do it thebestway,” she says softly. “Let’s do it yourfavoriteway. Teach me what to do. I’m a quick learner.” She drops her gaze back to the cot and her muscles tense as if she’s bracing.
My breath draws in with a hard shudder, but I resolve to show some restraint, to make her first time a good experience. One she’ll never forget, for I’m certain I won’t.
Seventeen
Rosomon
Bent over the cot, I shift my hips, shocked at the intense fire aching between my legs. I assumed I should position myself like a mare, but clearly I was wrong.
I start to straighten, but Saxon places his hands on my lower back. Then he slides them down over my bottom, and the impact triples the dampness and heat between my legs, which have now turned to jelly. I’m not sure I could stand if I tried, so I lean onto the cot.
His hands are so large, each covering one side of my backside as he strokes me there. I hope the wetness between my legs isn’t unusual. In this position, my cleft is exposed, and he can likely see the excessive moisture.
Feeling vulnerable, I consider straightening, but his other hand lands high on my back as if wanting to keep me bent forward.
“I thought this was the wrong position?” My chest is heaving, and my body is tense, coiled up and bracing for whatever might come.
“Your position isn’twrong,per se.” His hands stroke my bottom, brushing over both sides now, and also the backs and insides of my thighs.
