He follows you into the tent, knowing he should walk away. He shouldn’t have said what he just did, but the truth tore from him before he could stop it, because gods help him, he needs you. Not just in body, but in a way that burns through his blood and leaves his chest aching.

The softness of your lips against his silences his thoughts, as you rise onto your toes and kiss him. He stills, stunned by the softness, the heat of your mouth on his. A single breath passes, and then he moves. His hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger he can’t contain.

He's on the edge of losing control when you pull back, your voice a whisper against his lips. “Show me everything.”

His control damn near snaps. A growl coils in his chest as he grips your waist tighter, pulling you flush against him.

“Promise me,” he breathes, rough and low, “you’re sure?”

You nod, and that’s all he needs. He leans down, bridging the space between you despite the height difference, and kisses you deeply, claiming you completely. He lifts you easily into his arms, hands sliding beneath your skirts, finding bare skin, gripping your thighs as he hoists you up.

Your breath hitches.

He carries you to the bed and lays you down gently, like you’re something precious and dangerous all at once. Your mouths meet again, hot and desperate. His hands roam your body, fingers playing with the laces of your dress. He doesn’t pull away, only trails his lips lower, over your throat, down your chest, drinking in every gasp, every whimper.

He hooks his arms around your thighs, spreading you open to his gaze.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much,” he breathes against your core, voice wrecked with restraint. He kisses your inner thighs, trailing higher.

And when he finally finds the place you need him most, your moan breaks the last of his restraint. With a final, ragged breath against your skin, he surrenders to the inferno of desire burning within him and claims you fully, burying his face between your thighs, tongue delving deep to taste your essence as he loses himself in the exquisite pleasure of finally having you—all of you—completely at his mercy.