Chapter 2

Seeing her in the black, his color, marking her as his, well, it was going to be his undoing. Aleksander could barely concentrate on even pretending to make small talk with the king or his court. As soon as the demonstration was over, their obligation fulfilled, he couldn't wait to be alone with her. Or was it the power she had demonstrated that was driving him crazy? She was finally showing who she truly was, and now that she was no longer trying to hide who she really was, her strength showed straight through.

No longer caring who might notice, he grabbed her hand and led her to his war room. He'd intended to make it farther toward the bed chamber, but his body decided he'd been waiting long enough … hundreds of years, truly, for an equal. His lips found hers and the spark of electricity, power, warmth that shot through him was indescribable. He tried to go slowly, to kiss her softly as she had kissed him before. When she didn't pull away, he could not stop himself from kissing her more and more, as if he had been starving all his life and she was finally providing the nourishment his soul needed. He lifted her hips straight up onto his strategy table. Who cared if they knocked a few army markers out of place? She was responding to him, arching up into him, and everything just felt right, as if this was always what was meant to be.

Suddenly, he stopped himself. He was losing himself too quickly, and he feared that if he went much further, he wouldn't be able to get himself back under control. "Are you sure?" he asked.

A moment of confusion flickered across her face until he spoke, and then she smiled and nodded. That was all the encouragement he needed. Her hands were all over him. Every place her hands touched felt alive, as if her hands alone could burn away the shadows in him.

A knock came at the door. She laughed and started to pull away. "Go away!" He growled. The knock came again. "Not now!" He did not care if the king himself were on fire; nothing was tearing him away from her.

Once he sensed they were alone again, he began unbuttoning her kefta. Why did the fabrikators always add so many buttons on them? His fingers deftly removed each and every one from their loops until he had her to her undershirt. He left the kefta, though, over her arms. It would be a pity to remove the black so quickly, and she would look so amazing with the kefta and only the kefta on. He tore her shirt from her. There was no way to get it off properly with the kefta still on, and he hadn't the patience for it anyway. He pulled back just a moment to appreciate her beauty. He could have admired her for days, but his body had other plans. He pressed himself to her and felt the power flowing between them, his body calling to the power within her, and hers responding. Her warmth washed over him, through him. It took his breath away.

"Aleksander?" He was so awash in pleasure that he almost didn't notice except for that flicker of joy he felt in his heart at hearing her use his real name. He ran his hands over her now naked chest, but then there was this flood of anxiety from her. He glanced at her with worry.

"Aleksander, could we just stop for ..."

His heart crushed inside his chest. Of course she was scared of him. He had sliced a man in half using only shadows right over her head. She had made it quite clear how uncomfortable that had made her. There was a darkness to him, not just his power but all of him, that had always been there. He was sure if he could feel her warmth radiating through her touch, then she could feel his blackness. It was so stupid of him to think that just because she was becoming comfortable with her own power that she might accept his. Her smiles and her impromptu kisses had convinced him otherwise, but of course now that she could feel the power and darkness deep within him, she was terrified. He pulled back as he inwardly chastised himself for messing this up.

"It's okay. I understand," he interrupted. His voice was hoarse, but perhaps she would chalk that up to his difficulty stopping himself and not the pain he felt at her rejection.

She looked at him with confusion. "I don't think you do …"

He had gotten so caught up in the potential of their destiny-finding her, her power, the Stag-he had forgotten that she might remain horrified at what he was. "I wouldn't want to sleep with the monster of Ravka either," he said, hoping to reassure her that he wasn't mad. Maybe with time, once she saw how fragile mortals were, once she realized what it was like to see everyone die around you ... "This doesn't change anything with our plan. Please don't think that I expect …"

"That's not what I meant," she interrupted him.

Now he was the one confused. "What?"

She reached out her hand and caressed his cheek. The anxiety was gone, replaced by a feeling he could only describe as love and concern. "Aleksander, I want to. I've been signaling that to you all night. It's just when we started to … I realized I've never …" She was nervous again.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked with surprise. Why hadn't he considered that? Had it been so long since he had tried to woo a maiden that he had forgotten such things?

"No, not that. It's …" She stopped herself abruptly. "Are you disappointed?"

"Not at all," he said with certainty. He reached out and stroked her hair. "You are perfect as you are."

She leaned into his touch. After a moment, she let her concerns tumble out. "I've never with a Grisha … or as a Grisha … and it's just … is Grisha sex different? Am I supposed to do something differently? My power is so greatly affected by being near you. What will that do if we're …? I don't want to mess this up with you."

He smiled. Such a small worry for him to have gotten so worked up about. Hadn't she realized she could never disappoint him? "Ahh, that. It will be different. Because I can do this," he said, brushing his fingers along her arm. "And your power will respond to my touch. Do you feel it like I can?"

She nodded, her breath catching as she shivered in pleasure.

He looked straight into her eyes. "And your body will do that. And I can feel it. And you can feel me responding to how you feel. Before we even bring in anything else, our powers touching alone could be enough to cause orgasm."

She kissed him passionately, urging him to return to letting his mouth nearly devour her.

"And then, just when you think you cannot hold out a moment longer, I will carry you to my bed and make your body sing."