I Will Corrupt You
By karei
Prologus
Prologue
"Perhaps we shouldn't do this," he whispered softly, fending off eager kisses but feeling himself unable to resist much longer. The desire built up in his body and he could feel himself aching to lower her into bed, to take her and have her, and he felt that the dam in his heart could only hold back for a few moments more.
His words were lost in the giant cathedral as he found himself no longer alone in the confessional. It was highly improper for her to be out at such an hour, let alone the fact that she was without an escort. She was to be married into nobility, a rare occurrence for a peasant of her stature, and yet, he understood how the Veramska family could be so intoxicated with her. Her undeniable beauty, a certain seductive innocence trapping her in a blissful haze, those piercingly gentle blue eyes that could seek out a man's soul and claim it, and her wit and charm had won the heart of not only Mikhael, but the entire family. And here she was, crowding him in the small confessional, her body tantalizingly close to his, bringing him to the edge of ecstasy and back again.
"Why not?" she sighed, her lips trailing across his neck, pressing themselves against his pulse ever so lightly, enjoying the tenseness she felt in him, the strong will to restrain himself, and the feeling of that will slowly breaking, each tender kiss producing another crack in his internal dam.
"Because," he replied with a breath, "your wedding is tomorrow. You will be Mrs. Veramska, and I'll still be a no-name-" His voice cut short as a shiver ran down his spine, causing him to exhale his remaining air in pleasure.
"Yes, but tonight," she smiled, tracing her finger down his neck, dragging it down to his chest, feeling the tapered muscles through his parish robe, "I'm still Miss Bardonska."
"But-" he protested, only to be silenced with a kiss. Soft and gentle, a tease of her lips against his, she slowly pursued his awaiting mouth, her warm, moist tongue reaching to pry his mouth open gently. He made no more attempts to resist, but merely wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his own body, feeling her heart pounding through the thin dress she wore and even thinner priests' robe he wore. She ran her fingers through his short, ashen-blonde hair, as thin and light as the air, and he reciprocated by running his hands up her back. His finger caught on a button and it snapped open, completely undamaged, but leading the way to a night filled with lust and pleasure, leading to his undoing.
Hours later, they were entangled in each other in a small bed. As they lay in bed, she broke the silence with a heavily breathed question. "Do you give yourself to me?"
He leaned his face forward, burying his face in her luxurious black curls, inhaling deeply her distinctive sent of seductiveness. "I have already given myself to you. What more can you want?"
She shifted her weight, looking up at him with her azure eyes, as brilliant as the ocean sky on a summer day, pleading silently with his soul. "I know your body, and it is sublime. But I want you," she whispered, bringing her lips down to his chest. "All of you."
"I am yours," he replied. "Body, mind, and soul."
She smiled, closing her eyes contently as she lay her head back down to rest. "That's all I've ever wanted."