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looking down in the moonlight. He was a sight to behold. He undid his jacket as if contemplating every button and slung it on the end of the bed. He pulled off his tunic and unlaced his shirt. When he was finally free of his several layers, I was stunned still again.
    In the glistening light of the moon, he was beautiful. His body was rigid and hard, his arms thick and strong. He had no hair on his chest. I swung my legs and got to a sitting position, struggling like a turtle to get off of the bed. When I was finally standing, I ran my hands across the soft skin I had imagined would be hard to the touch. The thick muscles underneath were hard, but his skin was warm and delicate almost.
    “Shall we remove our masks?”
    I shook my head, “No. Let’s let this be a true fantasy, like a dream.”
    He bent and whispered into my ear. “Like the dream I fear it is?” He placed a soft kiss on my neck.
    I nodded against him. Slowly and with purpose, I dragged my hands up his torso, down his arms, across his belly and up to his neck. There was appreciation in every stroke as I paid homage to the magnificence that was there.
    He spun me around harshly, unexpectedly. I could feel him tug at the buttons and laces of my dress. When it was loose, I pulled my arms free of it and stepped out of the skirt. He undid my corset and undergarments. They slid down my body until I stood there, completely naked with nothing covering me but the moonlight.
    His lips brushed against my back, randomly. His fingers tracing my spine to my buttocks. When they arrived at the destination he cupped my cheeks and lifted, almost prying them apart. It was the strangest sensation, and yet I was overcome with the pleasure of being touched by him.
    I shuddered when his tongue licked up my spine. His hands crept around my body until they reached my breasts. He cupped them, as if weighing them each in his hands , he lifted and lightly squeezed . His mouth found my neck, where his warm breath tickled my nape. I felt something against my backside. It was hard and rigid and scratched at me through his trousers. He spun me around again, roughly. His hands desperately searching for my face. He cupped my cheeks and lifted me. Our warm lips met with fervor.
    The kiss was the one from my dreams.
    This was my destiny. My mother had been there. She had been right. She was trying to give me the best night of my life, before I was wed to the duke.
    I wrapped my arms around the prince, lifting myself into his embrace. I pulled at his hair and climbed him like I would have a tree.
    I moaned into the kiss as he sucked my tongue into his mouth and caressed it with his. Our masks rubbed against each other. One of his hands cupped my buttocks and the other untied his pants and pulled them off. I felt his finger slip between my bottom cheeks and worm its way to the front of me, seeking out the heat we both knew was there. I felt his thick finger slip in the moisture between my legs. He didn't have to struggle to get my lips apart because of it. His finger found its way inside of me, with a bit of effort. I winced against the pain and he froze.
    “You are a maiden,” he whispered onto my lips. “An actual virgin.”
    I nodded, grinding against him, delirious with passion.
    “I cannot take this from you, it would be ungentlemanly.”
    I smiled. “I have never heard tell of you in a gentlemanly way.”
    He spoke with a chuckle, “I am not normally, but I don't normally come across virgins. This I cannot take unless you swear to marry me.”
    I shook my head, almost frightened this was about to end. What could I say? The man I was to marry was nearing sixty. He was aged and hideous and marrying me because my stepmother was selling me to him. And then perhaps I could beg him to take my fruits before they were stolen? No. I couldn't. I lowered myself from him, sliding from his arms, planting kisses along his chest. I had seen one carnal act in all my life.
    I had seen Gregor with one