She bit her lip, searching his eyes and saw nothing but the same honest gaze that had struck her when she’d first seen him. For all his strength and command, his honesty and integrity never left him. Perhaps she was beautiful to his eyes.
He pulled her tight against him and she felt his hard cock rub against that sensitive part of her that needed the contact, over and over again. Her breathing became ragged and she gasped against his lips.
He pulled away and for one moment she thought he was going to leave. But he deftly untied the laces of her dress and pulled it off. She was left only in her under-dress. He slid it from her shoulders, somehow sensing that she didn’t want to be totally naked in front of him. Then he kissed her again and she whimpered against his lips. He gripped her bottom, as if the small noise that she’d uttered had acted as a sign, and lifted her at the same time as he sat down. She found herself astride his lap, her sex pressed against his arousal.
She angled her breasts, heavy and aching with need, so that his mouth could give her the pleasure she sought. Greedily, he suckled her, while at the same time, his hands smoothed over the soft flesh of her bottom. She jerked in his arms as his fingers found the place where she most needed to be touched. She moaned louder as his teeth nipped her breast and sucked further her nipple into his mouth. She sank into his lap harder, and the sudden contact with his long hard shaft that was barely contained by his hose, sent her over the edge and she cried out as her body exploded, her mind numbed and a weightless sensation entered her limbs. She fell against him, panting, in awe of the strength of the feeling—a feeling she was used to but had never managed to produce by herself on such a scale.
Laughing, he kissed the side of her face as she slumped against him, her hands beginning to caress his body, just as he’d caressed hers.
“I’d imagined, well, my lady Rowena. You were made for loving. Strong, passionate, honest, you are everything I could want in a woman.”
His words filled her with a low spreading warmth that was both sex and something more. She’d never thought that anyone would say such things to her. Tears sprang to her eyes, tears that had been held back by her practical nature that had thoroughly ignored the part of her that needed love.
“Saher, I… never thought…”
“Hush, don’t speak.” He kissed away her tears, and set her to her feet and withdrew her robe from over her head. Suddenly she felt unsure. She’d never been naked before a man. What if, after all his hot pursuit, Saher didn’t like what he saw? Where would that leave her?
He must have sensed her hesitation because he lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her lips.
She felt a deep gratitude which took her by surprise. She hadn’t known what she was missing from a man’s touch and would never have known if it hadn’t been for him. Because she knew, deep down, that this feeling wouldn’t have been the same with anyone else. She might not need to speak, but she could act.
She pushed her hands down his hose and caressed the length of his erection. It shifted beneath her hands and she pulled down his hose. She stepped back, suddenly doubtful as to how she could take such a size inside of her.
“What is the matter my lady?”
“How will that ever fit inside me?”
He grinned. “Do not worry, I will take my time and you will enjoy how I fill you.” He kissed her again. “I promise.”
He picked her up in his arms and took her to the bed. The light from four sconces cast a steady rosy hue over the bed, transforming it from a place of sleep to a magical place of pleasure.
She lay back on it, watching him strip off the last of his clothes, feeling like a wanton. She tried to touch him, but he was having none of it.
“Do that,” he growled, “and I’ll take you any way I can.” He stroked her arms, pressing them up above her head. “No, we’ll do this my way, we’ll do this slowly, as I’d described to you earlier.” A slow smile lit his face as he reached over for the strip of silk she used to bind her hair. Swiftly he tied her wrists together, tethering them to the bed posts behind.
“You think that will stop me? I can easily wriggle my hands from these loose bindings.”
“No. It won’t stop you. ’Tis nothing but a reminder for you not to tease me. I never want to restrain you. Not totally, only if it gives you pleasure too.” He grinned as he knelt above her and closed his mouth over her breasts as his hands pinned her hips to the soft bed. Any further thought fled from her mind as she succumbed to the devastating delights of pure sensation.
His mouth and tongue played wickedly with her breasts, teasing out the nipple, straining the tension within until it threatened to break. She wanted to reach out to him, to touch the smooth length of his erect cock. It was magnificent and she wanted to explore it. But the tug of the silk bindings around her wrists checked her movement. She smiled as she suddenly understood what he was doing.