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Then she noticed her hair, pulled back from her face. No man would touch a girlwith braided hair—it was unthinkable, an offense punishable by death if her father found out.

Dare she? Dare she take away the one aspect of her appearance tonight that identified her as a virgin,  a girl with a valuable bride’s price between her legs?

If her parents or sisters saw her hair flowing free, she’d be in immeasurable trouble…yet somehow, just now, the risk  seemed worthwhile. Maybe it was the wine driving her to such lengths, or maybe it was the stark lust she was experiencing for the mysterious Ralen—but whatever the reason, she wanted to be beautiful. A real woman, not just a girl on  the way to  becoming one.  She wanted to be a desirable, attainablewoman that the forbidding dark-haired warrior in the great hall could want—and have!

Biting her lip as she peered into the jagged-edged viewing glass, she reached upand began untwining her hair.  She could re-plait  it later easily enough. And even if thedark man did not seek her out, she could at least look on herself at her most exquisite—with her hair falling loose around her shoulders, framing the pale green silk thathighlighted her feminine curves.

Soon enough her hair was free, somehow setting
 
her
 
free, too. She smiled boldly into the viewing glass and thought,
 
Come and get me, dark warrior from the south. Come and make me a woman
.

“Lovely,” said a deep voice from behind her in the darkness.

She flinched  and turned, but could only  make out the shadowy shape of a man.

“It was designed by my friend, Bella,” she said nervously, glancing down  at her gown, “and the fabric came from  the silkworms on our estate.”

The man chuckled. “The frock is very fine, too, but I was referring to what’s underneath.”

She drew in  her breath, but tried to hide her reaction as her pussy—that’s what  Bella had called the feminine parts between her thighs—spasmed softly. “Come out where I can see you,” she demanded.

Ralen of Charelton stepped into the light.

His dark eyes glimmered with flirtatious  intent even as something within themsignaled danger. He stood even taller, his shoulders stretching even  broader, than she’drealized from across the room. His smooth, straight,  onyx-colored hair seemed almosttoo soft for such a hard man, but it added to  his masculine beauty. Her heart beat soviolently that she feared he could  see it pulsing within her chest.

“What’s your name?”

Still holding her breath, Teesia thought fast.  She couldn’t identify herself as Enrick’sdaughter or Ralen would likely flee the corridor in a heartbeat, fearing Enrick’s wrath.

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Even if it was difficult to fathom
 
this
 
man fearing
 
anything
, better safe than sorry.  “Tee…Teenya,” she said.

He tilted his head, his expression possessing a hint of mischief. “You unbraided your hair.”

She gasped  gently, reaching up  to touch  it. Then she remembered what she’d so quickly forgotten in the flurry of  wanting to  hide her virginity. Dratted wine!  “You saw me in the great hall.”

He gave a short nod, and she thought of a lie.

“My family is not from this region. Where  I hail from, the braid signifies nothing. It was only as I spoke to the mistress of the estate, Maven, that I learned what it indicateshere.”

He cast a wicked grin. “So you quickly rid yourself of  it, for it would be terrible ifanyone thought you a virgin.”

A wave of fresh heat echoed through her. “Yes. For I…well, I am not. And I would not want to give a false impression.”

She couldn’t read his smile—it seemed laced  with secrets. “Perhaps that’s my good fortune.”

Another burst of flames ignited inside  her, filling her breasts and pussy with a startling warmth, a warmth she wanted to  invite him into. “Perhaps,” she said, the word coming out huskier than she’d intended.

“You must know how creamy and ripe your  breasts look within that dress,” he saiddeep and low, taking a step toward her.

She swallowed nervously, unable to reply.

He moved ever closer.  “And you must know  that your every curve is accentuated,on display for men to see.”

She found her voice, wanting to be bold.  What she yearned for felt as if  it were almost within her grasp, and she couldn’t risk losing it now. “I wish for men to seewhat I have  to offer. I have nothing to hide and much to give.” If other women in  Caralon could give freely of their bodies to anyone  they chose, she could, too. At least for tonight.

His voice went lower still, his eyes darker.  “Do you wish to give it to me, sweetvixen?”

She felt deliciously captured by him already. “If you wish to take it.”

Sex tinged his smile as he moved even  nearer and whispered, “Turn around. Look back into the viewing glass.”

She tried to breathe evenly, stay calm, even as her pussy hummed with longing. Ashe stepped  up close behind her, he reached around, splaying one large hand across the green silk that fell down her stomach; the other he poised softly on her shoulder, bare but for the dress’s thin strap. His touch was like a strike of lightning, but nothing compared  to  the shock  he  delivered  when  he  leaned  forward  into  her! Bella  had  told  her

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about cocks and erections, but Teesia couldn’t have imagined
 
how
 
big,
 
how
 
hard, one  could be. Now Ralen of Charelton’s nestled  tenderly against her rear and she thought she would explode from the desire churning inside her.

“Tell me you’re certain, little vixen,” he  whispered in her ear. His fingers splayed  wider, his thumb brushing the underside of  her breast. Her tense heartbeat now pulsed  through her pussy, as well.

“Oh yes, I’m certain,” she breathed. She wanted this big, fearsome man to teach her  the mysteries of sex more than she’d ever wanted anything in her lifetime.

As he lowered a light, scintillating kiss just below her ear, her head fell back, her  eyes shutting in passion.

“Open your  eyes,” he said.

When she did, their gazes met in the veined  shards and pieces of reflecting glass.

“Look at us together,” he instructed, “and tell me once again, vixen. Tell me you’re  sure you desire this.”

She let out a breath of  frustration, even  within his heavenly grasp. “Why do you

doubt me? Yes, I desire this, desire
 
you
.
 
Please
.”

His unbelievable erection hugged closer against her bottom, making her sigh with heated pleasure, as he gently cooed, “All right, little vixen, all  right. I’m convinced. I’llgive you what you want.”

She sighed with relief—and anticipation—then bit her  lip as she watched his handin the viewing glass,  drifting down over her belly, his fingers slowly edging over thegreen silk to ease into the crux of her thighs. Unimaginable pleasure shot through her, forcing a broken, thready moan from her lips.

More kisses rained across her neck, then her shoulder, as his fingers sank deeper into the thin silk barely separating pussy and hand, and she parted her legs to let him touch her  more easily. Her breath was the only  sound as  he slowly  began tostroke…stroke…stroke with those big, magical fingertips. “How do you like that, little vixen? Does it feel good to your sweet cunt?”

Cunt
. She didn’t know that word, but she didn’t have  to—the meaning was easy todecipher. “Mmm, yes,” she purred. “Yes.”

“Watch in the viewing glass,” he reminded  her again, his voice warmly demanding at her ear. “Watch me touch you.”

She focused on the reflection before her, but it was hard  to believe the girl she saw was
 
her
, Teesia of Myrtell, royal virgin,  writhing in the grasp of  a dangerous man in black who she’d never met before. Hard to  believe—and delicious. A most  decadent indulgence  that would’ve made her throw her head back with wicked laughter had she not been so deeply caught up in passion.

The large hand between her thighs began  to bunch and gather the fabric of herdress, closing it into a strong fist. Gathering, gathering, slowly pulling her formal skirting higher and higher, revealing  first calf, then knee,  then thigh.

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Her desire rose higher, too, with each inch  the silk  climbed, with each bit of herbody his hands revealed to both their eyes.

He’d stopped kissing her neck now, both of  their gazes  locked on the viewing glass.  His other hand twined  around her waist, making  her feel all the more captive within his

well-muscled arms, and he used his hand to pull back what remained of the sea green  skirting until her pussy was on display.

“Oh,” she murmured. She’d looked at that part of herself in the viewing glass in her  chamber at home, but the vision before  her now was the most erotic she’d ever  witnessed. And she was at the very center of it. “Touch me,” she pleaded.

Ralen let out a small growl as his fingers sank into  her wetness, making her cry out.

“Shhh,  quiet,” he cautioned, reminding  her for the first time that they  were still in the fortress and that someone could come upon  them at any time. Dear Ares, talk about  risk!

But his fingers stroking so deep into  her pussy produced the most wonderful sensation she’d ever felt, so rather than think about risk, she chose to concentrate on

pleasure.

She watched in the glass as he fondled her with fingers clearly experienced at the  task, and soon she found herself moving, gently thrusting to meet his hot touches.  “Yes,” she whispered. “So good.”

His eyes, next to hers, glazed with pleasure as he witnessed her response. “That’s  right, little vixen, fuck my fingers.”

Fuck
. Another word from Bella. It meant the  sex act, but she thought it must mean

more than just the cock and  pussy coming together given his usage just now. It spurred  her to move  more energetically against his  hand, to  soak up the delights he delivered  more enthusiastically.

“Mmm, yes, good,” he said. “Just like that. Just like that.”

Teesia began to feel lost in his  incredible  caresses, her limbs going weak, every part  of her feeling heavy, hot—her whole body  tingling with  a maddening intensity.

“Keep going,” he urged, and she realized  her instinctive thrusts heightened the joy  not only from his fingers, moving in rhythmic circles over her wet flesh, but also  brought her into firmer contact with the  powerful erection at her back. She found  herself grinding her bottom against it just as  feverishly as she ground her pussy against  his hand.

His breath had gone heavy, too, by  the time she realized something was happening, growing inside her, the heat getting hotter and hotter, like the flames that turned from orange to blue in the ovens at home.

“Oh Ares,” she moaned, reaching up to brace herself, flattening her palms against the viewing glass. She didn’t plan it, simply  did it, understanding instinctively that sheneeded the leverage to lunge more powerfully  against his fingers. “Yes. Oh yes.”

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And then— Oh, oh, oh! It thundered through her like a hundred horses racing overthe land. Sweet, hot echoes vibrating like enormous heartbeats through her entire body.  Total pleasure. An amazing transport to someplace entirely new. Nothing else existed.

Nothing else…until it faded and she opened  her eyes to find her dark man of mystery studying her in the glass. “Lovely,” he murmured, clearly pleased by her reaction to the startling sensations—but he didn’t seem nearly as surprised  by it as she did.

“Fuck me.” The words shot out of her without forethought, a request Bella had told

her filled a man with great desire.
sex, and I still don’t know how it feels, and IFuck me, because whatever just  happened to me, it wasn’t want tha

t  wonderful  hardness in your pants, I want

to know it better.

They were up close to the viewing glass now, since she’d leaned forward against it, and his eyes felt ominously near. She drank  in his musky scent as his heated gazedevoured hers.

“Goodnight, my little vixen,” he whispered,  a hint of a smile playing about his lips.

And quick as that, he kissed her on the  cheek and disappeared into the darkness  from which he’d come.

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Chapter One

3589 AD

Teesia stood before her father’s throne,  peering up at him and her mother, who sat at his side. She couldn’t help beaming. She  had finally reached royal bride’s age and had been summoned to the  great  hall of her  father’s fortress to learn the identity of her husband-to-be.

Everyone who lived and worked  in the fortress at Myrtell had gathered to hear the news, as well, but Teesia thought only of  her parents—her strong father, whom she knew instinctively had chosen for her an  equally strong and powerful man, and  herraven-haired mother, still a beauty and much  beloved by her husband many years intotheir marriage. Jalal was the wisest, most influential woman in all of  Caralon and Teesia