Page 85 of Acedia

I sucked in a breath, the scent of her arousal filling the room in an instant.

“Can we have sex?” Iris rasped. “Please, Damen. I just… I need you. And I probably won’t get pregnant while I have my period. Maybe.”

“Iris,” I groaned, inching closer, wanting to inhale at the source of that sweet scent. “I can’t be the responsible one and argue with you here. I’m very fond of the idea of getting you pregnant. If you let me, I’d give you as many children as you wanted.”

She exhaled shakily. “Does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Sure.” That sounded a little flimsy for what Iris was in my head, and it was most certainly a human term—I was noboy—but I’d take what I could get.

“And you’re going to have sex with me, right?” she pressed, her voice a little more stern this time.

“As often as I can.”

“Okay, good.”

“I probably shouldn’t knot you though,” I said regretfully. “Because pregnancy really is something we should talk about more seriously. I’ll pull out. It’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” She blinked up at me, her fingers flexing next to her on the blanket. “What are you waiting for then?”

I grinned at her eagerness, climbing up onto the bed and reaching for the bottom of her shirt so I could pull it over her head. “How rude of me to keep you waiting, princess. Will you let me make it up to you?”

“You’ll have to work very hard,” Iris sniffed haughtily,almostpulling off the petulant princess act, were it not for her needy expression and the pink flush that traveled all the way down her neck. It grew deeper for a moment before she spoke again. “Do you think you could put a towel down or something?”

I laughed, climbing off the bed. “The palace staff will be grateful for your thoughtfulness.”

Whatever made it easier for Iris to get out of her head and let go, I would do it.

I fetched some towels from the washroom and laid them out while she finished undressing. I traced the curve of her jaw with my tongue then softly with the sharp points of my teeth, keeping my head up by hers and my gaze on her face because it was clear she was self-conscious.

That was okay. I’d have her relaxing soon enough.

“Can I kiss you?” Iris whispered, running her hands over my shoulders before trailing them into my hair and up to the base of my horns.

I hummed in agreement. “I’ve heard of this kissing thing. Be careful of my fangs, princess.”

“You probably shouldn’t call me that.”

“I’m sure as fuck not calling anyone else that.”

I pressed my lips against hers before she could argue with me, surprised at how pillowy soft hers were. Everything about Iris was soft and warm and inviting. I wanted to wrap myself in her embrace and stay there forever.

The urge to taste her sweet mouth was suddenly overwhelming. I’d never needed anything more in my life. I’d die if I didn’t have it.

Iris gasped as my tongue swiped her lower lip, greedily opening her mouth for more.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, sliding my hand around the back of her head and gripping her hair just firmly enough to keep her in place. “Give me more. Give me everything, princess.”

She whimpered, grabbing my horns tightly to pull me closer, brushing her tongue against mine, occasionally touching the tips of my teeth as she got bolder in her exploring.

Self-consciousness forgotten, Iris climbed onto my lap, grinding her pussy desperately on my aching cock. Her slickcoated me, marking me with her scent in a way that made my territorial instincts bubble dangerously close to the surface.

Don’t knot her.

Don’t bite her.

Fuck, how was I meant to remembertwothings when I was holding onto my self-control by a thread?

“I want younow,” Iris demanded, tipping her head back as I shifted my hands to her ass, giving her better leverage to grind on me. “Please, Damen.”

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