There was supposed to be a wedding. A baby. Sex. Love.
Ida McNown was supposed to trade her life, her name for fields full of deer, clouds, and a man who did not love her. But Ida's mother was talking about lace and babies and uniting two clans. It was a dream.
But it was not her dream. No, she dreamed of something else.
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She pulled on his uniform, tugging the jacket off his shoulders. She untied his belt, pushed his shirt to the side. She watched his chest strain, as if his heart were trying to escape right into her palm. She pressed her hand against his cheek and smiled.
"You are sweet," she muttered. "You taste like sweets."
She sucked on his pulse, where the neck met his shoulders and the veins stood out. He tweaked her nipple through her shirt and laughed when she arched, a succulent bend of flesh. When Ida moaned, too hot to be teased, too desperate to be ignored, Jon felt his member grow harder.
He shoved his hand down her pants, tugging at her underwear, fingers dipping into her heat. He shoved a finger in, pleasantly surprised at her tight, warm heat. She was not a virgin but she blushed like one. He kept a rigid pace until she tensed and moaned.
"Please, don't tease me," Ida hissed into his ear, before biting it.
Jon hissed back, burned by her breathe and hot tongue.
"Say my name," Jon demanded, possessive. "Say it like you mean it."
