The hunt had to be two acres away. If Damian strained his ear well enough, he might be able to hear them, but… he didn’t care. Damian shifted, his weight shifting as he walked up behind Raven. She was bent over the hearth, desperately trying to make something edible for the entirety of the Wayne hunt. So far, the only thing he might be able to eat was the bread she bought from the bakery earlier that day.
His hand rested on her lower back and he sidled up next to her, looking down into the cast-iron pot that looked close to boiling over. “Ah… you should probably take it off the heat.”
“Lord Wayne.” Raven looked over her shoulder and straightened, hissing a breath between her throat. “I am well aware that I need to cook this food well enough for the hunters.”
“Mm.” He stepped back and watched her full skirt brush over the earth, admiring the full sight of her hips as she moved. “But, you’re… doing better than last time.”
Raven gave him a dark stare, but he simply looked over her shoulder into the pot, watching the broth boil. “I… don’t think you’re wrong.”
“Good.” Damian pulled her away, dragging her from the edge of her campsite, and leaving the pot unattended. “I believe you have guests to attend to.”
“Guests?”
“Mm. They are off fox hunting right now. So… we are alone.” Damian pulled her through the underbrush, pushing away branches until it felt like he was pulling her away into another world. His eyes darkened and he pulled her into the shadows of a large tree. It felt like the wildness of nature pressed tightly around them both, and Damian’s fingers were easily unsnapping her buttons, letting the dress slide over her soft, milky shoulders.
Raven whipped around, her back pressed tight against the tree behind her. “No marks.”
“If you wish, habibti.” Damian pulled down the bodice of her dress, letting it sag as he loosened the stays on her corset. Her breasts popped free and Damian bent to lap at a rosy nipple, sucking it into his mouth. She moaned into the still air around her, her hands, gathering her skirt into her hands.
Damian helped her with the folds of her skirt, raising them high enough that he could see the lace edges of her pantalettes. He wanted her, as far more than just his patron. He groaned and pushed her skirts higher, pitching his voice low. “You will be my wife.”
Raven fluttered her eyelashes, sighing as his fingers found the slit in her pantalettes, slipping a finger into her. Damian licked his lips and he hovered over her, his mouth hovering over her own. He could taste the sweet flavor of her breath, shivering against his lips as he pumped his finger in and out of her tight body. Push. Pull. Push. Pull. Push.
Sweet. Delicious. He wanted her more than he wanted anything else in his life. Damian bit the inside of his cheek to keep from dropping to his knees to taste her and sip the honey from between her thighs. Dripping wet like this, he bet she tasted amazing.
“Are you just going to tease me… my lord?”
His heart twisted and he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at the sound of his title. There was something about her whispering my lord with a dark voice, her legs spreading wide as she dripped with need. He wanted her in a way that he never wanted anyone before, but he wasn’t quite sure how to ask her for something he desperately needed. His tongue slid along his lower lip and he added a second finger, leaning over her.
“I promise… to make it more than just a tease, my love.”
Raven gasped, chewing on her lower lip. “Before they come back?”
He smirked. “If we need to… I will drag you back to my estate and… devour you until the hunt is over.” He nipped at her lipsand hummed softly. “No one… will be any wiser.”
Raven’s eyes fluttered and she sighed, softly. “Are you… certain?”
Damian hummed slowly, his thumb sliding over her clit. “Most.”
Raven just sighed as she sagged against the tree behind her. “Lovely, my lord.”
