Heart Over Sword

"*I want to please you.*" All the blood rushed to Arawn’s length at her words and delicate touch. He could see the desire burning behind those emerald jewel-like eyes that were also staring at him innocently, waiting for him to instruct her on what to do next.

Seeing and feeling her soft body the night before left him wanting to ravage her like a beast. "*You do take my breath when you say such things,*" he whispered by her ear and felt his cock twitch from her shiver. He could instruct her and find his release. But looking at her Arawn knew he couldn’t stop there.

Evanna started to turn around, her hand teasing the bulge in his breeches as she leaned towards him, her lips meeting his. She tasted so, so sweet. Arawn pulled away and placed his hand above hers, halting the action that wanted him to do so much more, like plunging his throbbing length into her delicate, warm flower. Flower.

That’s right. His princess was a flower, a flower waiting to be plucked. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain his composure. But this was not the time or place. It was hard to deny Evanna, especially when she looked so ravishing. She always did. It was especially hard after watching Ger kiss her hours before.

Arawn wanted nothing more than to claim her even more. A few kisses didn’t feel like enough. "*I can’t.*" Opening his eyes, he cupped Evanna’s face after seeing the hurt and retreat in her eyes. This, like at the lake, was the first time she boldly made an advance on him.

He loved it and didn’t want to see her confidence fold over so quickly after his denial. He needed to explain. "*Evanna, if you did that, I wouldn’t have enough control to stop myself from bedding you.*" Her eyes widened at his words. "*I do not want your first time to be in the wilderness, at a short distance away from our comrades. You deserve better than that.*"

Arawn shifted, so they sat side by side. "*Instead..*" The hand cupping her face trailed down her neck, her chest and waist, making her gasp when he popped open the first button to her breeches. "*Why don’t I please you?*" It would take her mind off of everything.

Evanna shivered at his touch and bit the inside of her cheek as Arawn positioned himself in front of her. She lay there, propped up on her elbows, but the elven prince pushed her chest down before pulling her breeches down. "*If you don’t want it, say no now.*" A thrill rippled through Evanna as her gaze wandered from the stars above and to the elven prince slowly undoing her breeches, eyes locked on her.

When Evanna did not respond, he urged an answer from her. "*Tell me. Yes or no. I need to hear you say it.*" The princess gulped, her nipples hardening beneath her clothes as she stared back at Arawn, being drawn into his ethereal looks and burning gaze flickering heat across her body.

"*Arawn," she whispered, "*please make me feel good*"

Arawn broke out into a dashing smile, one that ripped her breath from her lungs. "Good." He pulled her breeches and underwear down, exposing her to the cold air that kissed the warm flesh between her thighs. Evanna gasped at how sensitive she felt and that Arawn spread her legs, revealing her most intimate spot to him.

She tried to cover herself up, her hands flying to her core. The prince had lowered his face so close to her. "*Do you not trust me to make you feel good?*" Arawn questioned as he raised his chin to meet her gaze.