brought the scowl back to her face. “Well, if we’re stating facts, you smell like you haven’t showered in days.”
“I smell like a champion,” he retorted. “You smell like a concubine.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted, anger flaring in those lovely eyes. “You have terrible manners. Is that any way to speak to your future wife? I thought you were supposed to know better than that.”
He snorted, amused, and walked past her, rolling his shoulders as he dropped onto the low couch that was pushed against the far wall. He had a good view of her from there, and it was comfortable. “If you’re mine, I can say what I want.”
“ No , you-” Roxanne broke off with a huff. She held his gaze for a moment and then seemed to draw herself up, shoulders rolling back, head held high. It made Aedian take notice of her more, the subtle dominance in her position demanding either challenge or attention, and he waited to see which it would be.
And then, the last thing he would have ever expected happened. Her arms dropped from their defensive position across her chest, and her hands found the sash that was holding her clothes up and together. With determination in her eyes, she pulled the knot free, letting the silky material fall to either side of her waist.
The front of the dress slipped open, displaying more of that beautiful skin, and Aedian leaned forward unconsciously. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“This is what I’m here for, right?” Roxanne said. “May as well get it over with. It’s not like we need to wait for the wedding night or anything, and it’s not like I’m going to suddenly come to like you more.”
“That’s...fair,” Aedian allowed.
“It’s more than fair. It’s just good sense. Now are we going to do this or not?”
Seeing that he was being challenged this time, Aedian got to his feet. He didn’t know how much to trust this seemingly sudden change of heart, but he wasn’t one to deny himself pleasures where they appeared. And she did have a point. He stalked with quiet grace up to Roxanne and reached out his hands, claws catching on the fabric of her outfit as he drew the edges of the dress back and away to reveal more of that skin, and his mouth flooded with the desire to taste it.
Her breasts were full and heavy, each mound tipped with a darker brown nipple that drew Aedian’s eye. It was these that he went for first, clawed fingers sliding from her throat to her chest and tracing around her nipples, which hardened at the contact.
She sucked in a light breath, and Aedian smirked.
He’d never slept with a human woman before. He knew that plenty of his fellows did, finding sexual release in the human women who found them fascinating and using that to their advantage, but it always seemed like too much of a hassle when they had perfectly good women right there in the compound.
But Roxanne’s skin was softer than the skin of any Calphesian woman Aedian had ever touched, and he spread his fingers out, cupping one breast in a large hand.
When he glanced up at her face, she had her eyes closed, and her breathing was rapid. It didn’t seem like fear, though, and Aedian could only imagine that it was because she liked his touch. Well. That was interesting.
He lowered his mouth to her neck and pressed his lips to the pulse that was fluttering wildly there, feeling the jump of life under his mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, he dragged his tongue along that lifeline, feeling her shiver as he did. Aedian let his teeth scrape her neck lightly before he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to him and pressing her front against his own.
He was still shirtless, and her soft breasts felt amazing against his chest. Roxanne was much shorter than him, the top of her head barely coming up to his shoulder.
The height difference pleased him, and he eased the rest of the garment off of her, leaving her standing there in nothing.
Aedian hadn’t expected her to be so attractive.
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