When my plate is nearly empty, and so is hers, Irelease a huff. I'm not sure how well this will come across. “I actually think I want the marking…”
I stare at the floor, folding my arms. My foot taps under the table. My face heats up. I've never even had sex before. What is this going to be like?
I'm going to be naked in front of her. Will she think I'm small? What if I can't please her? I can't leave her unsatisfied.
“You… want the marking?” I glance up at Ignatia, who's blushing with her brows perked, still holding her fork.
I take in a deep breath. This is all thrilling but frightening at the same time. “I mean, we've been trying to think of ways to find proof that dreamscreechers are good. Maybe this is what we need.”
“A bite mark is going to solve that?”
“It could. If I came out unharmed during dreamscreecher customs, that might change things?” I rub my neck uncomfortably. “Especially something as intimate as a bite mark. They would see dreamscreechers know not to injure the ones they love. They don't just mindlessly kill whoever, even when there's some loss of control. And its also a symbol of love. Maybe that can be explained.”
She purses her lips, her gaze softening. “Are you sure you want a marking? It's permanent.”
“I think it needs to be done.” I take her by the hands. My nerves are still present but intimacy is a jittery thing, as far as what I've heard. “Fate wants this to happen.”
“You think the kingdom is going to react well to this?”
“Maybe not… but I think they’ll eventually understand. It will take time, but we'll get through it.” I squeeze my hands around hers. “We'll fix this kingdom together and I think the first step is to accept each other. We have to show them that they have nothing to fear.”
She stares down at my hand in a moment of silence. She pulls away before reaching out and caressing my cheek. “Even with the pain, you're okay with the marking?”
I hold her hand to my face and lean into it . “I thought it was the good kind of pain.” I laugh under my breath.
Ignatia smirks. “Okay then, Amias.” She pulls me in by the chin. My breath leaves my lungs and it's not coming back.
“I'll give you the marking.”
The first kiss she gives me is soft and tender. My heart jumps to my throat as I reciprocate them. Each kiss is morepassionate than the last as I run my fingers through her hair, taking in her aroma of campfire smoke.
I want to be hers. I want her to be mine.
She puts her other hand on my other cheek, slowing down her kisses before pulling away. She brings her forehead to mine and we sit there in silence. Her breath on my lips provokes my yearn for another kiss.
“You're so fucking perfect, Amias…” She kisses me once more, then bites my bottom lip.
“Ignatia…” I whisper. Would the marking feel like the bite on my lip?
She takes me by the hand, forcing me out of my seat. “Let's go somewhere more comfortable.”
I follow her lead, pleasure bouncing my heart and bubbling in my stomach. I can't believe this is happening. Never since I was told I was soulmateless did I think I'd be this close to an incredible woman. Someone so confident. So beautiful. Someone who brightens my day by her mere presence.
I'm really about to be naked in front of his woman. I'm going to have her marking. I'm letting a dreamscreecher do this to me. The very thing I've been told to hate, I'm now claiming, and letting her claim me.
We get up to the bedroom and immediately Ignatia pulls me in by the collar of my shirt, giving me another passionate kiss. I hum blissfully, pulling her in by the waist and returning her kisses.
Not too long after, she pulls away, her hands jumping to the buttons of my shirt and undoing them. My body floods with heat as she undoes the last button and I pull my shirt off.
Her irises are a purple glow now. She licks her lips as she rubs a hand over my chest. “The world’s finest artist must’ve sculpted this chest.”
My eyes strain under her mesmerizing glow. She has complete control of me, as if her eyes are holding me under a spell. There's a buzz against my hands and I can feel the stems of flowers weaving around my fingers and wrists.
She reaches up for another kiss, gently kicking the sides or my ankles to guide my back towards the bed. Ignatia steps forward, forcing us to move back until I'm against the bed. I pull from the kiss to pull over her shirt and undo her jeans. She snickers as she returns the favor, pulling down my pants and boxers.
She pulls away and looks my naked body up and down. My whole body feels hot and tense. She giggles, not of humor but of satisfaction. “You really are handcrafted from a god, Captain Prettyface.”
“Like what you see?”
