Chapter Eleven #5
The tunic went over his head, and he tossed it to the ground before untying his breeches.
He had to let her go in order to pull those off, and they ended up on the floor alongside the tunic.
In all his naked glory, Roi returned his attention to Diara only to see that she was sitting on the bed trying to cover her chest with her arms. She seemed embarrassed, and probably cold, and he felt remorse that he hadn’t shown more consideration.
This was her first experience with a man, after all, and even though she was a strong and brave woman, she couldn’t pretend that she was completely comfortable.
Rather than try to move her arms, he simply pulled her into a tight embrace and covered her with his big body.
Together, they fell back on the bed.
He literally could not wait to get the woman on her back.
It had been years since he’d bedded his wife, and he hadn’t had a woman since she passed away, so his arousal was instantly quite stiff.
Even his testicles were inflamed and swollen, as tight as an archer’s bow, so he eased Diara down onto the bed and genuinely tried to control himself.
He didn’t want to act like a rutting bull, as if joining his body with her was all he cared about.
There was so much more to it than that. But she was compliant, and his tender kisses told her without word how beautiful and desirable she was.
Her arms went around his neck, her full and naked breasts against his broad chest. Roi could feel them, soft and round, and it was about all he could take.
He hungered for her in the worst, and best, possible way.
After he laid her against the bed, his hands began to wander.
His right hand found her beautiful breasts, and he listened to her sigh with both surprise and pleasure when his palm closed around one.
She stiffened a little, unfamiliar with the sensation, but he caressed her breast gently, toying with her nipples, until she began to relax again.
He hoped she was enjoying it from the soft gasping she was emitting, but those sounds were driving him mad with lust.
His roving hands moved lower.
Every moment of exploration was better than the one before.
Her skin was like silk beneath hands that had killed men, and he almost felt guilty for touching such virgin skin with those bloodstained appendages.
But those same hands were as gentle as a kitten, and he worshiped every inch, every curve.
He knew that he was unworthy of this beautiful creature, but he was willing to spend the rest of his life paying homage to her.
She smelled of flowers, pure and sweet, uninhibited and intoxicating.
His hand moved down her torso and to her right thigh, grasping her behind the knee and pulling her legs apart so he could settle his big body between her legs.
He began to drag his lips over her neck, tasting her beauty, feeling the warmth of her flesh against his tongue, but that only served to inflame his hunger.
Unable to hold off any longer, Roi rubbed his arousal against the pink flower between her legs, coaxing forth her warm wetness that would prepare her body for his entry.
He could feel her wet heat, so he drew back and thrust into her, firmly but slowly, pushing his way into her body and taking possession of a woman who aroused him like no one else ever had.
He could feel her tight heat around him, those honeyed walls that would give him life’s greatest pleasure.
His future son, if he had one, would be born here.
It was a silken sheath meant only for him, and much as his brother had said, he was sheathing the matrimonial sword.
When he thought of that, it brought a grin, but not laughter.
This was no laughing matter.
He was in heaven.
He drew back again, thrusting harder, making headway into her tight and virginal body.
Beneath him, Diara groaned at the sting of possession, a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain.
Roi took it as pleasure and thrust again, harder, listening to her gasp as he seated himself fully.
Like her woman’s center unfurling for him, her legs seemed to unfurl as well, opening wider to accommodate his enormous size.
His hands slipped underneath her, holding her buttocks to him as he began to move.
Roi thrust hard, again and again, as Diara lay beneath him and softly moaned.
Her hands touched him, timidly at first but with increasing confidence.
The sensation was overwhelming to him, and he tried to ignore it, just a little, because he knew that if he gave in, all of this would be over well before he wanted it to be.
So he focused on the feel of her in his hands, the feel of his body in hers, until her soft hands moved to his hips.
When she dug in and he felt her nails prick him, his self-control ended.
He spilled himself deep into her virginal womb, feeling every spasm, every twitch, down to his very bones.
Still, he continued to move. He was still hard.
His thrusts grew gentler, longer, as he reached down to touch her where their bodies joined.
It was enough to throw Diara over the edge, and her first climax washed over her.
Her entire body stiffened, her back arched, and he held her tightly, suckling at her breasts, as a powerful release pulsed through her.
It was the most passionate thing he’d ever experienced.
Eventually, the squirming stopped. The thrusting stopped.
Diara lay pinned beneath Roi’s body, her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips.
They simply lay there, the only sound being their heavy breathing.
What they’d experienced together was everything Roi had imagined and everything Diara had hoped for.
It was a coupling that drew them closer together, bonding them.
Filling them.
They had become one.