GOT: My Secret Lover is sansa - Chapter 168 First Kiss

Chapter 168: Chapter 168 First Kiss

Myrcella blinked. It was harsh, but it was true. Highborn girls were just currency. She could have easily ended up with someone like Walder Frey just to secure her grandfather’s borders.

“Are you glad it was me instead?” Alaric asked, his eyes locking onto hers. “Are you relieved your captor isn’t some decrepit old man?”

She looked at the sharp angles of his face and felt the steady, comforting heat radiating from his chest. He had destroyed her family’s army, yet here he was, making sure her first kiss wasn’t a terrible memory.

“I am,” Myrcella admitted, her voice finally steadying. A small, shy smile appeared. “You’re terrifying… but I’m glad it’s you.”

Alaric’s thumb traced her lip again. He could tell she meant it. The defensive walls she had built in the dungeon were completely gone.

“The word ’paramour’ always sounded like a transaction to me,” Alaric said, his voice dropping lower. “It sounds like a political hostage, and I don’t need a hostage. So let me ask you directly… would you like to be my partner instead?”

Myrcella’s breath hitched. Partner. It wasn’t a title for a prisoner. It meant he actually valued her.

Her face flushed again, and her heart pounded against her ribs. She gave a quick, nervous nod.

“I… I would,” she breathed.

She quickly looked down, hiding her face against his chest as the reality of her agreement set in. She was agreeing to share his bed. She twisted the fabric of her cloak nervously.

“But I…” she started, her voice dropping to an embarrassed mutter. “I don’t have any experience with… any of that. I wouldn’t know how to please you.”

Alaric chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled her a little closer.

“I know,” he said easily. “Don’t worry about it. I’m more than happy to teach you.”

Myrcella let out a tiny, embarrassed sound and buried her face deeper into his cloak, though she didn’t try to pull away.

Alaric didn’t turn the horse around to head back to camp just yet. He shifted his weight, swinging his leg over the saddle, and dropped lightly to the dirt. His heavy boots crunched against the frost-covered grass.

He turned back to Myrcella and reached up, wrapping his large hands around her waist. With an effortless pull, he lifted her from the saddle and set her down on her feet. He didn’t let go right away, keeping her tucked against his side so she wouldn’t lose the warmth of his body.

They stood there for a few minutes in comfortable silence, watching the sun fully break over the horizon. The bright orange light reflected off the river below, burning away the morning mist. Myrcella leaned into him, her fear entirely replaced by a strange, quiet confidence. He had claimed her, yes, but he had also promised to protect her.

Emboldened by the thought, and the lingering heat of their first kiss, Myrcella turned to face him.

Alaric looked down, raising an eyebrow at her shifting posture.

Before she could lose her nerve, Myrcella reached up, grabbing the fabric of his dark tunic. She pushed up onto her toes and pressed her lips firmly against his. She tried to take the lead this time. Mimicking what he had done to her just minutes ago, she tilted her head and tentatively pushed her tongue past his lips.

A low, amused rumble vibrated deep in Alaric’s chest. He let her have control for a few seconds, his hands resting loosely on her hips as she clumsily but enthusiastically explored his mouth. She was completely inexperienced, but her eager attempt to please him was incredibly effective.

But Alaric wasn’t used to letting anyone else dictate the pace for long.

His grip on her hips suddenly tightened. He stepped forward, walking her backward. Myrcella let out a muffled gasp of surprise into his mouth, stumbling slightly on the uneven grass. Before she could lose her footing, Alaric shifted his weight, sweeping a leg behind hers and smoothly guiding them both down to the ground.

He caught her fall perfectly. Myrcella hit the ground with a soft thud, her back resting against the thick grass, cushioned by the heavy wool of her cloak.

A second later, Alaric settled his massive frame over her. He braced his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her, but the sheer size of him boxing her in made her heart race. He was straddling her hips, completely pinning her to the ground.

He didn’t stop the kiss. He took it back. His mouth moved over hers with a heavy, demanding pressure, taking complete control of the rhythm. Myrcella’s brief moment of bravery evaporated, replaced by a dizzying rush of submission as she melted into the damp grass beneath him. She let go of his tunic, her small hands moving up to nervously grip his broad shoulders.

When she was entirely breathless, Alaric finally pulled his lips away from hers.

Myrcella gasped, her chest heaving against his as she tried to pull oxygen into her lungs. She looked up at him, her green eyes wide and hazy.

Alaric didn’t give her time to recover. He lowered his head, his nose trailing down the soft curve of her jawline. He nudged the collar of her grey dress aside, exposing the pale, sensitive skin of her neck to the cool morning air.

He pressed an open-mouthed kiss just below her ear, feeling her pulse hammering against his lips. Then, he sucked hard on the tender skin, scraping his teeth lightly against it.

The sudden, sharp pinch of the love bite sent a violent jolt straight through Myrcella’s body.

“Umhhhn!” A soft, breathless moan escaped her mouth as she felt his lips part against her neck.

Alaric lingered there for a moment, making sure the mark would set deeply into her skin. When he finally pulled back, a distinct, dark purple bruise was already forming on her neck, marking her for anyone with eyes to see.

He hovered over her, looking down at the red mark and her completely flushed, dazed expression.

“You learn fast,” Alaric murmured, a highly satisfied smirk on his face. “But I think we both know who sets the pace.”

Myrcella could only manage a weak, trembling nod, completely ruined by the feeling of his heavy weight pressing her into the dirt.

Alaric didn’t pull away completely. He let his lips drag slowly down from the darkening mark on her neck, his nose brushing against the soft, pale skin just above the collar of her dress. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss right against her collarbone.

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