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It was somehow even more incredible than she'd thought it would be, his every bump and curve hitting her just right. She gasped and panted as she took him into her body, pressing him as deep inside her as he could go. When she opened her eyes and looked down at him he looked overwhelmed, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands clenched into tight fists on top of her legs.
She leaned down, stroking soothing circles over his chest. "Easy. Do you need a minute?"
He nodded. "Yes. I-I'm sorry."
She leaned down further, until their chests were pressed together and she could pepper his face with kisses. "Don't you be telling me sorry unless you hurt me, dearest. Do I look like I'm in pain?"
He kissed her, nuzzling her face with so much sweetness she ached. "I don't th-think so. B-but some of the noises you're making..."
She laughed, and when he felt it through where their bodies were connected he gasped. "If the noises alarm you, you only have yourself to blame. You and that talented mouth of yours. And thistrulystunning prick." She rocked her hips to emphasize, her eyes rolling back in her head. She kissed him a few more times, letting him catch his breath.
"Alright. I think I'm—I'm ready."
"Wonderful." She sat back up, getting him seated fully inside herself once more, then began working herself on him at a frantic pace. She took his hands, back to being fisted, and threaded their fingers together.
"F-fuck, Dae..." She was surprised to hear him swear, but it was so heady to see him losing control like that for her. "You f-f-feel incredible. I don't know how much longer—"
"Then give it to me. It's what I want, sweet. Paint my insides with your hot cum."
He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, his hips beginning to thrust up into her as he chased his release.
"Oh fuck, oh hell,D-Daega—" then he was pulsing inside her, his head thrown back in a deep groan, his hands gripping hers like vices.
His peak triggered her second orgasm, surprising her. All she could do was sit there and let it happen, her senses getting drowned out by the waves of pleasure rolling through her.
Once she'd come back into herself she lifted off of him, wincing at the mess, then lay beside him on the bed. "Come here," she beckoned, holding her arms open for him, and he came so gladly, so easily, tucking himself right in under her chin.
It was too soon to say she was in love with him, but she didn't think it would be hard to do. He was so sweet, so dear, so unlike anyone else she’d ever taken to bed, but it made him shine that much brighter in her eyes. She already suspected she’d do anything he asked, would give him the world to see him smiling and happy, and that surprised her. But with him snugged against her, his mouth pressing kisses to every inch of her skin that he could reach, the fear she waited for never came.
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HE WOULDdo anything for her, would gladly rip his beating heart from his chest if it would please her. How had he gotten so lucky, that the person hehadto wed to for his kingdom would make him feel so safe and cared for? It felt like Daega couldseehim,reallysee him, and that for once he wasn't found wanting.
"Are you well, husband?" she murmured into his hair, pressing a kiss to his tangled curls that was so tender it made him choke. "Have I at least managed to distract you from your worries?"
He barked a laugh, wriggling closer to her big, warm body. "And then some." She hummed, her fingers tracing soothing lines up and down his arm. "But...p-perhaps we should talk about it."
Her fingers paused in their gentle strokes for just a moment. "Aye, if you're sure you're ready to."
"I-I don't want to lose my c-courage, so best to do it n-now." He wrapped his arm tight around her waist, nuzzling the part of her shoulder he was lying on. "I don't want you to t-take this the wrong w-way, but I'm wondering if maybe w-when we're in public we pretend we're not getting along, that we don't l-like each other. My father is clearly up to something, and whatever it is, us getting a-along and being close runs counter to it." He propped himself up so that he could look into her eyes. "But Idolike you. Very much. And when we're alone, l-like this, nothing will change. A-and it's not because I don't want t-to be like that with you in public, b-because Ido, but if we can draw out whatever s-scheme my father's hatched this way—"
She cupped his cheek, smiling softly. "I understand, dove. Don’t worry your pretty head. I think it's brilliant."
He sagged with relief. "You're not upset?"
"It will be hard to keep my hands off of you and to keep up the act, to be sure." She shrugged, "But you're right to suspect your father of something untoward. And it will only be for the month that we're here, right?"
He nodded, scrambling upright so he could kiss her. "Your f-family is lovely," he told her, pressing kisses all over her sweat-damp face. "I think my family w-will be the only problem."
She combed his hair back from his face with her claws. "And how do you feel about that?"
He swallowed, thinking. "Not...not good. Sad m-more than anything, I suppose."
She nodded, pulling him in for another slow, sweet kiss. "Anyone would, in your position. Our parents are meant to care for us, to careaboutus, not use us for whatever they want. But for what it's worth, my family loves you already, and whatever you need, we'll do for you."
"But they o-only just met me. Your parents only t-talked to me b-briefly at the dinner."
She smiled at him. "You made a good impression. They liked how you were with Vrinn, and how open you were with me." At his look of confusion, she explained. "That whole mess with the dress. Everyone else was content to gawk and laugh, but you respected me enough to give it to me straight. You treated me more like a person than any of the other elves we've dealt with so far. Who wouldn't have the pants charmed off of them by that?"
