By Vanessa

3

We ended up back in my rooms, deep beneath the castle. Wordlessly we followed each other there, holding hands like schoolchildren. She resumed her kiss as the door closed, shedding her clothing effortlessly, carefully unbuttoning my shirt while she explored my mouth with her own.

“Stop…” I muttered. “You don’t know what you’re doing.” I tried to hold her hands to keep her from removing my shirt, but she was determined to have me, then and there.

She smiled up at me, lighting her face as the smile touched her eyes. “I may not have done this yet, but I think I can figure things out,” she said quietly. She was young enough to be virginal, yet bold enough to take matters into her own hands, strength I admired. And her hands seemed to know exactly where to touch me and how to excite me.

“That’s not what I meant,” I whispered. “I’m…”

“Different. I know,” she replied, running her fingers lightly across my chest. “I saw that in an instant.” If she only knew how different I was from her and her kin, she may not be here with me, but she was, and I intended to enjoy it for the moment.

“Just be… careful… with me,” I said, more as a warning to her, but she misunderstood me. She smiled again and my heart, which hadn’t beat in many years, nearly jumped out of my chest.

“Isn’t that my line?” she said with a grin. Her soft voice was musical, enveloping me. By now, she had undressed me fully, and we stood in each other’s arms, her heat warming me almost as much as my own feverish lust. Her innocence mixed with a demure passion, and I was hers, completely and without reserve.

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