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I rose back, never taking my eyes from hers. Rosy cheeks, soft tears pearling her eyes, gorgeous. I caught her leg and wrapped it over my waist again before leaning in to kiss her.

“Do you like knowing what you taste like to me?” I whisper pushing her down the desk. “Poison on my tongue.”

“Isn’t it dangerous, then?” She asks against my lips.

“It is, for my heart..” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair away as she’s lying down on the hard surface. “But I still drink it willingly.”

For a moment, I stood there, hovering over her and watching her. My thumb slowly moved to her lips, brushing the curve of them before slipping in between them.

She looked at me, soft blue eyes wet with trust and pleasure.

“You have no idea how much I love being the reason you look like this,” I rasped before pushing my fingers deeper into her mouth. “Can you breathe with that pretty mouth full like this?” With my free hand, I lifted her chin, tilting her face up. “Much better.”

She held my gaze for another second before biting down lightly on my fingers, and a slow smirk tugged at my mouth as I withdrew my hand.

“Did I hurt you?” She asked sarcastically.

I leaned in, leaving a small kiss on her lips, and whispered, “What I’m going to do to you next will hurt.” Then I pulled back. “Remember, pain with me is never pain.”

My eyes dropped to the little sealing kit at the edge of the desk and the thought came instantly. I picked up the signet under her watchful eyes, turning it between my fingers.

She followed my hand before asking softly, “What are you doing?”

I lifted the wax, a deep blue color, almost black beneath the office soft lights.

My free hand reached into my back pocket, where a new lighter waited. I flicked it open and held the flame beneath the wax, watching it soften, the deep blue turning glossy as it gathered.

“You always wear your feelings on your skin,” I started slowly. “Bruises and scars, tattoos and drawings. You blush when you want me closer. And I love it.”

My other hand came to her throat, fingers curving gently around the sides of her neck, her pulse fluttering beneath my fingertips.

“That heartbeat of yours is getting awfully demanding, Mireya. Isn’t it?” I smiled at how loud I could feel it pounding beneath my fingers.

She breathed softly, her sad eyes filled with life on mine. “What is it asking for?”

I let the softened was fall over the ribbon I’d chosen then held the signet above it. “For more. My lips perhaps? Or for me to fuck you senseless until you forget where your body ends and where mine begins.”

“Then make it unforgettable,” she murmured, still curious about what I was planning,

My thumb brushed her jaw before leaving her soft face as I caught her leg and lifted it over my shoulder. The movement drew her dress high, baring her thigh.

The first drop of blue wax touched her pale skin, and her breath caught. And I watched her rather than the wax, catching that tiny flicker of surprise in her eyes.

“That’s good, breathe,” I murmured. My fingertips ran slowly over her skin, mirroring every small gasp leaving her mouth. “You don’t have to fight me.” Another drop. “Let me be the one place you don’t have to be strong.”

I leaned in, kissing her while the wax continued to gather, slow and warm between the heat of us.

When I pulled away, I held her gaze as I pressed the signet into the softened blue wax staining her skin.

I waited, feeling her eyes on me and then I lifted it.

My crest stared back at me. And I bent, kissing the skin beside, lingering there for a moment.

“So you remember,” I murmured. “That I am the only one allowed to see you like this. And that I am the only one who can make you feel.”

Then I carefully helped her straighten herself, smoothing her dress back into place. I fixed the fabric at her waist, brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, and made sure she looked as composed as she had when we’d left the crowd.

I remained between her knees for another moment, and reached behind her to open the small drawer of my desk. The keys were waiting inside. I lifted them out. The keychain, a small lily attached to them.