Drevakin

When Clara pulls her dress down to her waist, I have a moment where I cannot do anything but stare. Her body is stunning. She is most definitely a woman; her curves obvious and enticing. But she is also strong, the gentle definition of her arms and stomach allude to that fact.

I swallow as I take in the warmth of her skin, a healthy sheen giving it a luminous appearance, especially over the curves of her breasts. The tops of the full curves peek over the band she is wearing, the bright yellow of it setting off her exotic complexion. I want to touch her everywhere, but I force myself to focus on why she is standing in front of me half dressed.

Scanning down her side, I frown, there is already the beginnings of an impressive bruise over her delicate ribs. Reaching out, I skim my fingers over the mark, trying to be gentle as I ensure no bones are broken. She takes in a sharp breath and I look up, the same heat boiling my blood is clear in her eyes.

This is wrong. She is meant for someone else.

My desire for her is like nothing I have felt before and I find myself without defense.

Tentatively, I curl my free hand around her other hip, keeping my eyes on hers to see if she will object. She does not.

I am weak, unable to resist the urge. Guiding her towards me, waiting for her to resist but she allows it, placing her knees on either side of me on the bench, straddling my body as she lowers herself. Doubt is in her eyes, we both know this isn't the right thing to do but but neither of us stops.

Sliding my fingers into her soft hair, I cup the back of her head as I lean in close. I want to taste her. Her eyes flutter shut as my lips cover her soft, plump ones. I kiss her softly, enjoying the cushion of her lips against mine, her delicate flavor as I slowly deepen the kiss. She makes a sound, her hand sliding up to curl around the back of my neck as she pushes in closer. The clear sign of her desire changes the soft kiss to something else.

I cup her round backside and pull her in even closer as our kiss turns wild, deep and wet. My cock throbs against the softness between her legs and I cannot help grinding against her, wanting to close any minuscule distance between us that might remain. Breaking the kiss, I nibble my way down her slender neck, across her elegant collarbones, and right to the plump curves of her breasts, nuzzling the soft skin there.

I need more. Hooking my fingers into the band, I pull it down, freeing the darker brown of her nipples.

Beautiful.

With a heartfelt groan, I suck one tip into my mouth as I slide one hand up the silky length of her thigh. Moving it under her dress and right to the scrap of fabric covering her wet heat. Tugging the cloth to the side, I skim my fingers through her wetness. She moans as she arches against my fingers, sliding herself against me.

I have a moment of concern that someone will walk into the bathing cavern but then I do not care anymore, my fingers finding the small bud of her pleasure and drawing circles. Her hands clench in my hair as she tries to grind against me. I slide two fingers into her wet opening, breathing deep as she clenches around them.

Perfection.

Moving my fingers in and out, I rub at the top of her cleft with my thumb. I kiss and suck on the delectable curves of her breasts. The soft scent of her fills my senses. Her desire is clear in the way she clenches on my fingers inside her and in the rapid beat of her heart against my lips.

Groaning hoarsely she cries out, wetness sliding over my fingers as she pushes down, her entire body shuddering with in climax. My cock throbs in sympathy, the tightness of my trousers making me wince. I dare not find relief by opening them.

I fear I will go too far, take an irrevocable step if I do. I have gone too far already.

Smoothing my hand down her slim but strong back, I mentally shake my head.

This was an irresponsible act. I ponder that as she recovers, her head resting against my shoulder. After a moment, she stirs and leans back, her face flushed and relaxed. She is even more attractive.

"Thank you," she murmurs, kissing my cheek almost chastely.

I nod. She glances down at the undeniable bulge between my legs but I shake my head as I carefully set her on her feet.

"We are in a public place," I remind her, not above using that as an excuse.

She frowns and I look toward the entrance where the faint sounds of people come from outside. Realization crosses her face, followed by a quick nod and a renewed flush as she covers her breasts and rights her clothing.

"To where should I escort you?" I ask, adjusting myself in a useless attempt to find a more comfortable position for my frustrated cock.

When she shakes her head, obviously not understanding, I try to simplify the question.

"Home?" I prod.

"Ah," she nods. "Ti’ana."

She pronounces the word with care but my stomach drops at that response. Perhaps I am mistaken.

"Prince Rathorin?" I ask to clarify, needing to know for certain.

She licks her lips and slowly nods, looking away. Trepidation sinks in deep, right into my bones. This mistake could be even more costly than I could have predicted.

What have I done?