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Pamina made her way down the corridor leading to her bedroom, with but one thing on her mind. Forget her plans for her mother. Forget worrying about the children, or her siblings, or any of it. Tonight was a cause for celebration, was it not? She was to be married, after all. Light, she was getting married.

She paused in the doorframe of the bedroom to look about the setting. It was still dark out, and there was but one very covered, very concealed window in the room that disallowed the moon to peek in. Instead, a single lantern sat lit on a bedside stand, putting off enough light to illuminate the entire room. It wasn’t the ONLY source of light in there, but it was more than enough if the only thing one planned to do was read. That was exactly how she found him, too: nestled in the bed atop the comforter, clothes slightly disheveled but present, and his nose buried in a book. He no longer had that far away, spaced out look in his eyes. He was quite focused on his reading material in fact, but more importantly, he was relaxed. She was thankful for that much. His preoccupation, not so much.

She watched him like that for some time, and he remained oblivious to both her presence and her staring. It brought a small smirk to her lips, as she found herself rather pleased that he was comfortable enough to let his guard down when he was around her. Dangerous? Maybe. But not in the ways he would suspect.

“Aiden.”

The quiet sound of his name caused him to raise his head, though it was sluggish and lethargic, like pulling him from the book was waking him from a dream he was rather keen on finishing. Still, he drew fel-fire eyes toward her voice. What he found was Pamina standing in the doorway watching him. She stared for some time in fact, long enough that he was tempted to question her, but just as he thought to open his mouth, the spellslinger reached up and pushed the straps of her dress off of her shoulders, removing the garment’s only support. It slid off of her skin as smoothly as water, landing in a pool of silk around her bare feet and leaving her exposed to the cool night air. Aiden met her eyes, but not before dragging his gaze painfully slow up the length of her naked body. She needed no commands for him, no requests. The simple gesture was enough. Wordlessly, he closed his book and placed it on the bedside table before he sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed, then beckoned her to him with but a single crook of his finger.

She didn’t need to be told twice. The spellslinger padded across the hardwood floor on to the fluffy rug that lay beside the bed, until she stood directly in front of him. Aiden’s head tilted back so that he could look up the length of her body, to her face, then back down again as he held his hands out to her. She settled them into his own and he took the time to admire the new ring she sported as he tangled his fingers with her own, the way it glinted in the light from the lantern, and the way that it seemed to fit her just right. He peered back up at her with a look on his face that said he might be tempted to even voice such an observation, but the words never came. The slow, sweetness of his affections died as he suddenly wrenched both of her hands behind her hard enough to hurt a little, pinning them at her lower back and drawing a quiet gasp from the woman standing over him.

Pamina tilted her head down, a questioning look in her eyes as she gazed upon him, but she never got the chance to ask anything. After flashing her that same, sly smirk he was so known for, Aiden’s features disappeared from her view, and what she received in their place was a wash of warmth that spread over her body, fueled in no small part to the skillful way his tongue didn’t waste any time in seeking out her clit. No, there was little need for niceties between the two of them, there hadn’t been for some time, and that the spellslinger’s legs instinctively, shakily parted for him caused the warlock to chuckle against her skin.

The grip on her arms at her back grew tighter, keeping her upright, in place, and in line. It was ridiculous. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and it had absolutely nothing to do with either of their magic for once. He didn’t need his magic, and that alone shocked the pyromancer. So quickly he had reduced her to such shallow breaths that were hard to control, to aching and hungry for a touch she already had. Her world was gold-tinged, enough so that she closed her eyes and let her head fall back to relish in it. He knew exactly what made her tick, what made her lose control, and he’d no qualms with putting them to use. Sometimes almost excessively. As she felt her stomach begin to tighten more and more and the fire start to spread through her limbs slowly with every lap of his wicked tongue, she didn’t seem to mind. Closer, and closer still, the pressure in her abdomen was almost too much to take until-

“Don’t,” That single word was quiet, muffled as he spoke against her sex, but it and his halted actions were command enough. Pamina’s breath hitched in her throat as she glanced down through a curtain of her own dark curls to find Aiden staring up at her. He shook his head slowly as if to emphasize that very command, and it took everything Pamina had not to whimper in protest. “Not yet.”

Obeying his command was easier than one might have thought. When he released her hands it was as if everything seemed to freeze in place, content to remain exactly as he had left her: wanting, and almost desperately needy. But if anyone ever asked, she’d surely deny such a thing. Her wait was short-lived. Nearly as soon as he had released her, his hands were on her again, lifting her up from her backside and twisting to practically toss her haphazardly on to the bed beside him. She’d barely time to roll on to her back before Aiden was above her, hips hovering perilously close to hers. Just not close enough, she thought, as her back arched to press her lower body against his.

That smirk was ever present again as Aiden looked down at his fiancee. On any other day, Pamina might have found it challenging, but the feel of his index and ring finger passing through her lips and teasing at her tongue, not unlike his usual greedy, hungry kisses, ceased her desire to want to fight for anything.