Chapter Twelve
Diamantha could only feel unadulterated lust and passion as Cortez kissed her deeply.
Being that she was not a maiden, his attentions did not frighten her.
In fact, they seemed to kindle something deep within her, something hot and liquid that seemed to be begging to be unleashed.
For the first few moments of Cortez’s kiss, she didn’t respond.
She simply sat there and let him take the lead, allowing herself to become accustomed to his taste and scent.
But once she’d experienced the first few moments of the man, she knew she had to have more.
Her hands came up, timidly touching his face, and that seemed to further ignite her.
When she realized that Cortez had a wildly intoxicating taste, she began to take the offensive, snaking her tongue into the man’s mouth and listening to him groan with pleasure.
They were losing themselves in each other, one becoming bonded to the other as they had never experienced with anyone else.
It was lust beyond lust, and hunger beyond hunger.
Just as Diamantha began to immerse herself in all that was Cortez, he suddenly leapt to his feet.
“My armor,” he breathed heavily. “Help me with it, please.”
Nodding unsteadily, for she was fairly breathless herself, Diamantha stood up next to him and helped him remove his tunic, mail coat, and padded undertunic.
When the latter came off, exposing his muscular chest, Diamantha could feel the heat of desire flushing her veins.
It made her knees feel weak. She stood back and watched him as he sat on the bed and practically ripped his boots free from his feet and then finally pulled free his breeches.
The man was quickly naked, standing before her in all of his smoldering glory.
Diamantha could see that he was already aroused, his male member thick and large.
She could only imagine what it would feel like within her and with that thought, it was as if she had no control over her actions.
Something wild and uninhibited took over, and she let it.
She no longer harbored resistance or reluctance towards Cortez.
Now, she wanted him. She wanted him very badly and there was nothing left to stop her.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she took his throbbing maleness into her hands and fondled it gently.
It was soft and warm and stiff. As Cortez groaned and wound his fingers into her hair, she took his member into her mouth, suckling on it as she used to do with Robert, only this time, there was something more to it.
She had to admit that there was something much more to this tasting than there had ever been with Robert.
Perhaps it was lust alone, perhaps not. In any case, she was drunk with it.
Using her mouth, she plunged down on Cortez’s manhood, suckling it enough to cause the man to tremble.
She continued to suckle him even as he pulled the shift from her body, leaving her naked and on her knees in front of him.
But she didn’t care, all that mattered was the wildfire of passion raging out of control within her.
Diamantha manipulated Cortez until the man couldn’t take it anymore.
Swiftly, he picked her up and put her on the bed, but she ended up on her belly.
It didn’t matter to Cortez. He fell on top of her, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder as his hands snaked underneath her, fondling her soft, full breasts.
Using a free hand, he reached down and pulled her thighs apart, wedging his big body in between them.
The same hand moved to the fluff of dark curls between her legs and he began to stroke her, realizing she was already wet and ready to receive him.
Waiting no longer, he thrust into her, long and hard, from behind.
Diamantha groaned with utter pleasure, stifling her cries in the pillow as Cortez thrust deep.
His heated body was all round her, his hands on her breasts, as he plunged repeatedly into her quivering body.
She could feel his fullness as it built up that exquisite friction that would culminate in a burst of ecstasy rolling through her body, tremors without end, pleasure personified.
She’d never known lovemaking like this in her life, something so emotionally and physically powerful that it literally consumed her.
As Cortez drove his body into hers, she had to put her hands out to brace herself, preventing him from ramming her head into the wall next to the bed.
Cortez’s powerful rhythm was unstoppable and it threatened to bring Diamantha to her peak faster than she had ever achieved it.
She could feel the glow beginning, that marvelous sunburst looming, but just as she neared the peak, Cortez swiftly withdrew and flipped her over onto her back.
Settling himself between her legs, he thrust into her again as his powerful arms went around her.
Warmth. Comfort. Desire. Diamantha was incoherent with lust and pleasure as Cortez held her tightly.
Her physical reaction to him was astounding but it was also her mind that was responding, accepting his domination without hesitation as her hands on his buttocks encouraging him to go deeper.
Within the first few powerful strokes, the glow in her loins swelled to bursting and she cried out softly as her body convulsed with passion.
Cortez, feeling her climax as it throbbed around his manhood, thrust himself as deeply as he could go into her sweet body and joined her in her pleasure.
But it didn’t stop there. He continued to move within her, feeling his hot seed as it made her so very slick and wet.
His hands were all over her, touching her silken flesh, as his lips moved along her jawline.
After the lust and fire had died down, there was genuine warmth and tenderness now as Cortez shifted to take his body weight off of her, his arms still holding her close.
Diamantha was so overwhelmed that it was difficult for her to catch her breath.
She had no idea she could respond to a man, any man, as she had responded to Cortez.
There was some fear there, perhaps. Cortez had a good deal of control over her and didn’t even realize it.
As Diamantha stared up at the ceiling and struggled with her thoughts, a tender hand cupped her face and Cortez softly kissed her cheek.
“Are you well?” he whispered.
She nodded, turning her head to look at him. “Are you?”
He grinned, that glorious gesture that had sent many a female heart to swooning. “I believe I am,” he murmured. “Are… are you sure you are well?”
She nodded again. “Why do you ask?”
He lifted his eyebrows, unsure how to put his thoughts into words. “Well…,” he said, paused, then continued. “It was rather… and the bed is small. Did you hit your head?”
She smiled faintly. “I did not,” she said. “But I thank you for asking.”
“You are welcome.”
“I believe our marriage is valid now.”
“It most certainly is.”
She laughed softly, as did he. But he sobered, gazing into her features, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.
But he would not voice them. He wasn’t even sure where to start.
All he knew was that somehow, someway, the act of intercourse with his new wife had changed him.
He felt different inside as he looked at her, but it wasn’t anything he could put his finger on.
Therefore, it was best not to say anything or risk frightening her.
He’d never forgive himself if he did that, delicate creature that she was.
Carefully, he shifted so he was off her completely, wedging his big body against the wall.
Reaching down, he pulled up the coverlet, covering them both up in the chill of the room.
His arms were still around her as he snuggled down into the bed, pulling her close.
Her body, soft and supple, didn’t resist. She moved in closer still against his warmth.
Sleep eventually claimed them both in one of the best, most restful sleeps either one of them had ever had.
From that day forward, the situation between them was never the same again as the memory of Robert Edlington slipped further and further away. He was no longer the obstacle that had kept them apart. Now, he was that which had brought them together. Things were changing, indeed.
My quest is you.
*
Almondsbury, Berkeley, Gloucester.
It was a steady stream of interesting and bustling towns they passed through, especially Gloucester, which was very large and had a massive cathedral in the middle of it.
Rather than skirt the city, as Cortez had done with Almondsbury and Berkeley, he took his party into Gloucester because they were running low on some supplies and needed to restock.
He sent James and Oliver out to scout merchants willing to sell them large quantities of flour, salt, and ground oats while he found a place for the party to rest near Gloucester cathedral.
It had rained heavily the day before on their trip past Berkeley but this day was bright and sunny, with wispy clouds overhead.
The wind had picked up and it was gusty at times, blowing things around the wagons that weren’t tied down.
One of the things it blew around was the oiled tarp that had been rigged over Sophie’s play area, so eventually, Andres pulled it down.
Sophie and her caged animals didn’t seem to mind.