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fingers to graze the white skin of her neck. She shivered from the chill of his hand. Mira's eyes fluttered closed, and she breathed softly. She felt his fingernails drawing a line from below her chin to the bodice of her dress. They continued around edge line of her bodice, over her breasts, then back up the other side of her neck, until his hand was pressed against her hairline.
    I never expected him to be so gentle , Mira thought, as she felt his other hand on the opposite side, turning her around and cupping her face. He's painted as a bloodthirsty warrior with uncontrollable hunger. The teachings never talk about this side of him.
                Rillan watched Mira.   His hands caressed her neck and cheeks. She didn’t even flinch. The shiver that he felt against his palm was like that of an excited lover.   He expected frightened trembling. He leaned down, his lips only a breath away from kissing her, still not quite trusting her offering, coming as it did on the heels of his ultimatum.   Even so, she was soft under his touch, and he was nearly blind with hunger. He couldn’t refuse her, not now that she was here. Her breath warmed his lips, and Rillan pulled her to her tiptoes, closing the distance between them, kissing her gently.
                The contrast always overwhelms me, he thought. Their warmth against my cold. Balance. Mira accepted him, pressing her lips back against his, dragging the moment out endlessly.
                When Rillan released Mira from the kiss, she sighed breathless and dazed for a moment.   “I wondered how that would feel,” she said. “I spent a long time wondering.” Her eyes remained closed, and a small flush crept up her chest, beginning above the bodice of her dress and creeping up her neck to her cheeks. Rillan smiled, remembering her youth and inexperience. He moved his hands down her neck, caressing, pressing palms on her shoulders. Mira felt the movement and held her breath in anticipation. I'm enjoying this, she thought, surprised. Finally she opened her eyes and held his dark gaze. “So much I expected has been wrong,” she admitted.
                “Yes,” he replied, simply. With one more sweep of his hands, he pushed the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders and few inches down her arms, exposing more of her chest.   One arm slid around her waist and pulled her body to his. He placed the other hand over her heart, to touch the place where her pulse quickened while he kissed her. Warmth spread outward from beneath his fingers. Her skin is soft as flower petals, and she smells like roses . Rillan leaned down again, placing small kisses around her jaw line and down her neck.
                Mira felt Rillan's kisses like the fluttering of butterflies against her skin. When his hand moved from over her heart, to caress her breast, she gasped.   Embarrassment, uncertainty, and excitement flooded her senses. His fingers explored the neckline of her bodice before sliding between the fabric and her flesh. One nipple was caught between the cool, slender digits.   Her body responded instinctively to his caress. Her nipple swelled between his fingers, as he squeezed and pinched.
                Distracted, Mira almost didn't feel the sharp teeth pierce the soft flesh of her breast. She cried out in surprise and pain, but he couldn't stop.   As the pain subsided, she could only feel Rillan's mouth moving against her skin. It was like a long, slow kiss.   Even this is gentle, she thought, idly, her head beginning to spin. I wonder what it tastes like. Time nearly stopped while he took her blood from her breast.   Mira lifted her hands to his head, and her fingers stroked into his hair.
                His fingers continued squeezing and twisting her nipple.   It’s a strange combination of pain and pleasure.   The bite, the pressing lips, his tongue stroking, his fingers pinching. Mira closed her eyes,