“I would suspect that after the prince and I are married, we will return to his homeland,” she said, realizing her throat was constricting with tears as she spoke. “I do not know when I will see you again. Do you think that de Lohr will permit you to accompany me back to Saxony?”
He touched her face tenderly. “Probably not. Once this mission is complete, we will move on to other things. I cannot say when we will meet again.”
She was trying very hard to be brave. “Then I will see you in my dreams every night. And I will relive this moment in my heart for as long as I live.”
He gazed down at her, feeling the powerful pangs of grief. Until last night, he had been doing an admirable job of maintaining his emotional control. But after what he had experienced with her, he realized the dam had been breached and it would be close to impossible to stem the tide. After a long moment, he pulled her into his arms and squeezed tightly. Elizabeau threw her arms around his neck and squeezed back.
Rhys’ face was buried in her neck, feeling her hair and silken skin against his rough cheek. His eyes were closed as he dreamed of a world where they could be together, just the two of them, and awaken like this every morning for the rest of their lives. His hands roamed her body freely, feeling the silky flesh beneath his touch, moving to the rounded swell of her buttocks and gripping them with his big hands. He pulled her pelvis against his, knowing he already had a massive erection. But he wanted to feel her against him. His mind was muddled with warmth and love and passion, so much so that it took him a moment to realize that she had parted her thighs and had wrapped her legs around him.
He was losing ground fast. His heart began to race and he pulled back to look her in the eye.
“Nay,” his breathing was coming in ragged gasps. “You must not…”
She put her hand over his mouth and ground her hips against his. He could feel her wet heat against his member, made worse when she thrust her hips forward and pulled herself along the length of his shaft.
“Rhys,” she put her lips against the hand that was over his mouth, her hot breath mingling with his own. “This moment is all that I have lived for. To give myself to the man I love, who loves me in return, will make my life complete. This is more than lust or foolishness; this is an affair of the heart and body at the deepest level. I will never feel this way again and I will never feel you again. I am not so naïve that I believe all women go to the marriage bed as virgins but I have an advantage; I was able to give my innocence to the man I love even though he will never be my husband.”
She removed her hand from his mouth and replaced it with her lips, kissing him ferociously. Rhys responded as he knew he would, with power and submission, with strength and adoration. He could feel her grinding her hips against him, moving her wet heat the length of his engorged manhood.
They were still on their sides, facing each other, so she was able to lift herself up along his torso. As tongues plundered and bodies began to sweat, she managed to perch herself on the tip of his swollen phallus. Rhys could feel her and he knew what was about to happen; if he had any sense, he would have pulled away. But she fit against him so perfectly and her body against his was so natural, so instinctive, that he could not stop what was about to occur. When she tightened her legs and thrust her pelvis forward again, he slipped more than half of his long, hard length inside her wet and pulsing passage.
Elizabeau gasped at the sting, the newness of the sensation. She tore her mouth away from his, panting as she became accustomed to the feel of him within her body. Rhys realized it was the most miraculous sensation of his life and also the worst; it was everything he knew it would be and he wasn’t even fully embedded in her. His mouth was suckling on her throat as she gasped and, with a growl, he took hold of her tender buttocks and thrust forward, driving himself to the hilt and listening to her cries of pain and pleasure.
The deed was done. There was no turning back. With one hand on her buttocks and another on her breast, he impaled her on his phallus again and again, listening to her soft, joyous gasps, feeling her body respond to his as he had never experienced in his life. It was as if she were made for him, every part of her, and he fit against her and within her like a piece of a puzzle. Their tender kisses resumed and he realized she was weeping softly, so he kissed her tears away before claiming her lips once more. He could feel her body rattle with his powerful thrusts, her soft weeping in his ear that encouraged him onward. Even after he climaxed, he continued to thrust into her and was rewarded when her body released around him. He could feel her tender walls pulling at him. Still, he continued to move within her, to kiss her, to caress her buttocks and breasts. When it ended, he knew quite irrevocably that it was not the end. It was the beginning of something he could not begin to comprehend.