“I would very much like to kiss you now, and unfortunately it is not something I can do in public yet. Unless you want to continue dancing?”
“Kissing is good,” I jolted at the thought and nodded eagerly, almost flying from the seat I had occupied and reached for his extended arm to follow him into the crowd. We made our way through the dance, acting as though we planned to join in at any moment. Instead, Ansgar led me to a narrow pathway through the tables, then towards the tents where the food was prepared to then make our way into the main kitchens and escape the party through there. I wanted to say how surprised I was that he knew his way so well around the castle, when I had found it labyrinthic.
But this was his home, he had grown up in these halls, under this roof, in this kingdom that was fascinating and scary in equal measure. I took a moment to analyse my surroundings, the tall doors, the sculpted columns, the way each wall was organized in such a way that it looked like a portrayal of a forest. Even the staircase dazzled with leaves and flowers of so many different kinds, I doubted even a scientist would be able to name them all. At last, we reached a door that Ansgar pushed open as he grabbed my hips and raised me up onto him, catching my lips in a kiss, then twirled us inside and kicked the door to force an abrupt closure.
How I missed the feel of him, the taste of those delicious lips, the way his tongue curled up in my mouth, making me taste him. Within a second, my hands were stroking his hair, burying themselves into those beautiful golden locks while his torso supported my core, my hips as he kept his arm wrapped around me with determination. We were finally here, finally together, alone and able to do this again. His lips slammed into mine over and over again, claiming them, claiming me. Words made way to moans.
Both our bodies demanded closeness, more and more of it, so much that without warning, Ansgar clutched the inside of my cleavage and pulled hard onto the fabric, ripping the material in his path and forcing my breasts to spring free. I did not care, did not shy when small tremors sparkled on my skin, begging for more of his touch. The prince slowly put me down, my bare skin brushing against his shirt. Little did he know that were it not for him supporting me, I would have already fallen from the wave of emotion, from the sweet encounter with his body. Mercifully, he did not let go, his strong arms still pressing tight against my back, upholding my weight with his own. His gaze moved over my face, searching, analysing. I had come for him, he understood and his next words portrayed the feelings both of us forced into hiding this past month.
“I love you,” he said. Slowly, gently, like a hymn, one that would mark our union, our mating.
I threw myself deep into those ashen eyes that had become both my salvation and my doom, and whispered, “I love you, Ansgar.”
He paused, his entire figure tense, taking me in. Then, with a breath came a single question. “What did you say?”
“I love you, Ansgar. Above all. I love you.” A small tear made its way down my cheek from the memory of the past month, of the devastation I had caused both of us. His thumb brushed it away. His palm cupped my cheek and placed a gentle kiss on my eyelid, isolating the source of the tear. Then he moved to the other one, then to my forehead, my nose, both of my cheeks and finally, to my mouth, where he placed his lips over mine in agonizing slowness, to seal our words, our promise.
“I am yours. Completely, fully, eternally,” he declared with a vow, “if you will have me.” The prince paused. For me, for my reaction. And I knew that whatever I was about to say, would become my vow to him.
“I am sorry that I am not what you expected. But know that I love you with everything I have, with everything I am.”
“Anwen,” he barely let me finish the sentence, “you are everything.”
With that, we unleashed onto each other, not caring, not wanting to know what was happening around, who could hear us or if someone could come in at any time. Ansgar continued ripping into my dress and with two strong tears on his part, the entire thing fell off me, a river of chiffon laying at my feet as my bare body presented itself in front of the prince. Since I was not allowed to keep the corset I had arrived in, my underwear set remained discarded into the folds of the dress and I did not dare ask the three females who came to prepare me for a new set of panties. So, much to Ansgar’s delight, I found myself completely bare underneath that dress.
“This is the best marking present I could have asked for,” he replied with a smirk and stepped closer to me, after he took a moment to admire my naked self, and placed a kiss onto my shoulder, then one onto my clavicle, his lips slowly trailing down. Down to the valley of my breasts where he started licking my skin as one of his hands cupped my breast, his fingers teasing the nipple. Then, within a moment, his mouth made its way onto the other one, teeth scraping around, teasing until his tongue started licking again. I took deep breaths as he worked my breasts, moving from one to the other, cupping them and licking and biting until I was ready to burst out of my skin.
“Ansgar,” I barely breathed, barely managed to untangle my hands long enough from his dishevelled hair to demand my prince’s attention.
“Let’s play, fahrenor,” was his reply as he pulled me in his arms again and stepped towards the closest furniture object he could splay me on, a dark green settee with metallic decorations. As soon as my body was placed over it, Ansgar retook his teasing, only this time his mouth headed downwards, past my navel, kissing and licking onto my skin as he descended on me, a hand gliding between my legs.
The first stroke of his tongue made me want to explode with pleasure. I had missed this so damn much and my body already positioned itself to give him better access, already expecting his touch, his fingers in me, and God, I hoped he still did that thing with his tongue, where we twisted my clit in such a way I would always gasp and moan until my throat became rugged. To my excitement, that was exactly his plan, as though he was able to read my thoughts. His tongue expertly grabbed me the way he knew I liked it most, his fingers scraping and twisting inside of me. He had done this many times, back at the mansion, teasing and tantalising my inner thighs and my core until he learned what I wanted and responded to best. It was no surprise that I shattered within a minute, hands digging into his back muscles as I screamed his name loud enough for whomever lived in this castle to hear.
This time, however, he did not stop, did not even pause. He kept devouring me like a starving man, licking, taunting and teasing until a second orgasm rushed out of me only a few minutes later. Still he did not stop, would not stop when I tried to pull myself away from his tongue, the area much too sensitive to be able to take even the slightest touch. But he kept me in place, forearms pressed against my legs, opening me up to him and pressing enough weight onto my hips that it proved impossible to move them. He feasted on me like a man possessed, as though he wanted to make up for all the time we had lost and did not know, or care, that my core was exploding under that mouth of his.
“Ansgar, please,” I begged, trying to move my hips again for emphasis, yet he held me in place, both his fingers pumping in and out of me as his tongue teased and tormented, inside and around until I broke and screamed. A third unexpected and unrequested wave of pleasure flowed through me and expulsed that accumulation tension that had almost driven me crazy.
Only then, when I was left shaking, legs trembling hard, did he ease his hold on me and allowed me to escape from under him. He placed gentle kisses over me, on all the places he had so deliciously tortured. To soothe, to relax the area that he was most certainly not done with for the night. Ansgar sat onto the settee by my side and pressed my body to his own, my head resting on his shoulder while he sowed kisses into my hair.
“That was…” I stopped, realising I did not have words to describe what had just happened, the agony and delight my body had experienced. But as I was a trembling pile of limbs, his shape had become rough, muscles tense and strained, a general unease overpowering him. I looked inquisitively at him, trying to place the sentiment. He noticed and a sad, worried smile curved his lips.
“I wanted to make sure it felt good for you. Now,” he said, leaving the unspoken meaning for me to unveil. Now, before something else happened.
“I wanted tonight to be good for you,” he repeated, stopping my line of thoughts. “I am sorry if I overstepped, pushed too far. The wonder of your body is an encyclopaedia I plan to get very acquainted with,” he transformed that worried smile into a proud grin.
I giggled and kissed his lips. “You have creative credit,” I snickered. That made him chuckle, but his eyes remained serious.
“I am sorry if tonight won’t be as you expected. I’m told it improves each time you do it.” His eyes pierced my own and I finally understood what was happening. His push to force me into pleasure, his worry. It was not worry at all. It was nerves. Because tonight would be his first time. With me. With his mate.
“My first time was awful,” I tried to ease the tension and help him relax, just as I would have wanted someone to do this for me ten years ago. “It was quick, messy, painful, and the guy turned out to be a jerk.”
He huffed, anger lining his features.
“We’ll make it work,” I encouraged. “And the second time will be better,” I urged as I placed a kiss on his shoulder. “And the third,”
another one on his neck, “and the fourth…” This kiss landed on his lips. Ansgar smiled and whispered the words he knew would be my undoing.
“I love you.”
