**ASH**
I shake myself at her words.
*Not like this?*
*What?*
I gaze down at her perfect, round, breasts, my mouth watering at the sight. The pale mounds are dusted cream with candy nipples, and I want to taste them. I hoped to.
“What do you mean? Not like this?” I ask, leaning down slowly. My nose inhales the vanilla lavender in her hair while my lips graze her bare shoulder. Opening my mouth to feast, I will taste of her neck at least.
“The wine,” she whimpers, shuddering as I nibble just beneath her ear, marking her where no one will see. “It’s too strong. I want to feel every moment with you.”
My heart clenches and I stop moving. My lips hover over her throat as I allow myself to absorb her words.
Feel every moment?
This should upset me, but somehow it does not. Instead, the desire I have for her has just intensified tenfold.
She doesn’t want to miss it.
She wants to...
...to cherish it.
The entire reason I gave her the wine was to sever all emotional connection. This act of bedding her was to be a stepping stone toward the ultimate goal. She wasn’t supposed to want me enough to stop me and I certainly wasn’t supposed to want to let her.
Hearing those words leave her mouth - her admission of desire - of notice - I am weakened. She wants to connect with me, and her moans are like an enchantment all their own.
*Damn it!*
“Daphne,” I groan, continuing my exploration of flesh. Sucking on her throat is hardening my shaft to a painful degree. I will have to relieve myself somehow. “Tell me that you only want my body. Tell me this and I will give it to you.”
“Only want your body?” She mimics, gasping as I lay the weight of myself atop her splendidly naked form. The soft, delicate length of her ignites my skin like a fuse. I refuse to peek at the valley between her legs. Should I glimpse it, I am sure to explode. “You do have an incredible body, and I definitely want it,” she breathes.
I chuckle darkly, my hip pressing into her as I begin to undo my trousers. “And I, most definitely want yours,” I say, taking one sweet nipple into my mouth and causing her to arch delightfully off the mattress and into my chest.
“Wait, there is something else,” she says softly in my ear.
*No damn you!*
*Shit.*
“Something else?” I hiss, lifting my head from her bounty to watch my hand glide over her other breast. “Goddess, you are so soft.” I squeeze her and she nearly drowns me in honey, she is that wet. Her head falls to the left and her eyes clamp shut as she attempts to bury her treasure by crossing her ankles.
I grip both of her wrists in my left hand and force her legs apart with one knee. The scent of her is making me crazy. Her eyes snap open as she faces me.
“Is that all you want of me? My body?” She crumbles, her lovely green gaze sparkling with tears.
I attempt to find a way around the truth, because answering this question will certainly halt my progress, but the longer I stare at her, the longer I want to.
“No.” I answer truthfully. “I want more than you can possibly imagine. Much more than you would ever want to give me.”
She smiles at my answer, and her joy is like a punch to the gut. “I will gladly give you anything you ask.”
*I don’t think you will my dove.*
“Please,” I snap before I can stop myself. “Don’t say that, because it sounds too much like a vow.”
I clutch her hip with one hand, stilling her as she attempts to move against me.
I will not have her tonight.
“What’s wrong with a vow?”
“It is not the time for vows. They are dangerous when spoken to the wrong people,” I growl, rolling off of her and dressing myself quickly.
“Why are you dressing?” She pouts and despite myself, I smile.
“Get in bed.” I command her, stepping her way to turn down the covers. I allow my eyes one final swallow of her body before I cover her bottom half behind heavy layers of velvet and silk. “Stay here and keep quiet. I will return shortly.”
“Just tell me what you want of me,” she whines, probably thinking she has done something wrong.
*I want your life.*
*Your life and your unborn child’s life as well.*
*I want to slit your throat in the middle of the Great Fae River and watch as it swallows your life's blood hole.*
*All the while holding you close, so that I can be sure to see the light leave your evergreen eyes.*
*Then I will mourn you for the rest of my immortal life.*
*And I will never find peace, not ever again.*
*Because ending you will end me.*
Fuck! The image that I've painted for myself has closed a fist over my heart and I am suddenly more confused than I ever have been.
How can I feel this way? She's just a girl. Just a mortal girl. She isn't worth a war between realms.
Isn't she?
She is more beautiful than any Fae Queen I have ever laid eyes on, and sweeter than any berry ever made into wine.
No. I cannot risk my people. I cannot risk losing my kingdom
Turning around, I bite down at the sight of her heavy bosom, nipples still hardened and deeply pink. Her long hair falls around her back and fans out across my pillows, the firelight giving it a golden glow. Her lips tremble and I fight the surge of lust that burns into me when I picture myself stepping up to fuck her mouth.
“I want you to wait here like I told you to,” I say harshly. Then, I leave without a backward glance, shutting her in my chamber. “I am needed in the village.” I say to the closed door as I turn the key and lock her in.
Steadying myself, I fortify the wards and glamor the door back into stone on this side. Then, I adjust my trousers and make for the home of the Farmer Myrh.