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RETH

Creator's Light, she was stunning. She was always stunning, but in that dress… his cock literally strained against his pants and with his forehead still leaning on the door, he muttered a prayer because that wasn't why he'd come. But now he wanted to.

"Oh, Reth," she said quietly. "What's happened?"

He sucked in a deep breath and turned, his heartrate speeding up the moment his eyes landed on her. The dress pressed her breasts higher, and even though they were completely covered, it was as if they appealed to him for sucking.

He cleared his throat and forced himself to meet her eyes. "I'm afraid you're going to be late for the festival."

"What? Why? What's going on?"

He stalked over to her, stifling the urge to give the mating call and took her hands "Because you are so amazingly beautiful that I'm going to strip you out of that dress and take you, and they're going to have to do this again."