“Shhh!” he told her, continuing to pet her moist lips with his tongue. “Shh…” He lapped at her, and her body bucked. He moved his hands, gripping them around her waist and then gripping her sore ass. She gasped and growled, continuing to buck against the sensations.
She sat up slightly, even grabbing his hair with her fingers, but without pulling. “Gerhard,” she whimpered pleadingly.
He lapped at her honey even harder, closing his eyes in bliss. He listened to her moan and writhe, varying his pace to match her movements until he felt like he was about to explode himself. At last he moved up between her legs, spread them wide apart, and put the head of his cock up against her lovely quim. Despite the cold in the room, her body had a sheen of sweat on it, and she looked like she was in a dreamy state of lust. She looked at him heatedly through slitted eyes as he rubbed his cock through her wetness before moving it toward her entrance and pressing forward.
She growled suddenly, her body bowing. “It won’t fit,” she said as he halted at her tightness.
“This is my quim,” he growled back. “And I will have it.” He bucked his hips forward, moving further up her tight channel as she moaned, her nails raking down his back. He gritted his teeth, pulled out slightly, and then pushed again. She gasped and he felt himself slide in deeper until he was fully inside of her, all the way to the hilt. He stayed like this for a long moment, putting his hands on both sides of her face and then kissing her deeply. This felt so right, being inside of her, being joined with her.
He was surprised when she began to writhe under him, spurring him to continue thrusting. He reared back and buried himself in her again and again, even stopping to raise her knees up higher so that he could plunge still deeper into her wonderful heat.
Never had he felt so close to anyone before, and never had he felt like his entire body was going to explode and dissolve like a spark. “Damn it, Susanna,” he told her, feeling like he was going to climax at any moment. He could feel her inner muscles begin to contract down on his member, and he thought that she had already had her pleasure until suddenly she sat up, gasping, and wrapped her arms tightly around him as she spasmed powerfully around his cock. He groaned and clenched his teeth, beginning to spill his seed deep inside her as he held her weight in his arms, cradling her on his lap as he knelt on the pallet.
He felt like he had never spent so much seed in his life, and as he finished, they sat still, panting and gripping each other until he turned and dropped against the pallet like a felled tree. She screeched slightly as their weight hit the pillow, and then they laid there, panting, their arms and legs entwined in each other’s.
He had his eyes closed as he took in everything that had happened. His dream had finally come true, and all he wanted was to rest so that he could do it again. He wanted to do it forever.
“I didn’t know I could do that!” she giggled once she got her voice back.
“Do what? Take all this man into you?” he teased, pumping his hips and pressing his still-buried cock deeper into her.
She laughed and shook her head. “No. I just…” she closed her eyes and took a deep, happy breath. “I never knew I could… feel that way. I…” She bit her lip. “Now I think I know why I was told to wait until marriage before I was allowed to share in that.”
He laid his head back onto a cushion as she snuggled against his stretched out arm. “Why?” he asked.
She snorted. “Because I’d never want to leave after that!”
They both chuckled for a long moment, but eventually silence overtook them, and he brushed her hair behind her ear. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever beheld,” he told her with a sigh.
“You keep saying that,” she smiled.
“Because it’s true,” he replied. “You are.” He frowned contemplatively and then asked, after a short silence, “Why did you never marry, Susanna?”
She frowned and her eyes darkened slightly. “My uncle chased off most suitors. He said it was because he was picky for me, but really… I know the truth.” She sighed. “If I’d married, he wouldn’t have had his power.”
“All the more reason for you to have tried to find a husband,” he replied. “I know even the emperor tried to offer for you.”
“Yes, but that obviously came to naught. Though I’m glad the portrait that I exchanged with him came into good hands,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
Now it was his turn for his face to heat. “You… saw the paintings, didn’t you?”
“Painting—singular,” she corrected, “and obsessive sketches,” she replied with a sly smirk. “I must have made an impression on you somehow.”
He stroked the side of her face again. Yes, she most surely had. Her entire manner had entranced him. He had even liked the way she moved. He’d never thought it possible for a man to be so completely beguiled by a woman until the day he stepped into Hohenzollern. “You were the star in my sky. Although I did my best to ignore that,” he admitted bitterly. “I didn’t want this spell you have over me to be like this. But… I saw you, and my world went off kilter,” he admitted.
She gave him a chiding look, as if there was some part of what he was saying that he was making up. “I should have let you see my hair earlier,” she teased. “Perhaps then I could have made you captain of my guard and none of this would have happened.”
He smiled but then looked bashfully down and circled her perfect, swollen nipple with a lock of her black hair. “Your mother said your hair was too wild to wear down?” he asked, mostly to hedge away from the melancholy they could so easily fall into. She was his prisoner, after all, and he had just sacked her kingdom. It threatened to come between them like a cold breeze beating on a window shutter.
She smiled mischievously. “My nursemaid said that my mother’s heart nearly stopped when I didn’t come out blonde like she was. She had the most flaxen hair when she was a girl. When she saw my black hair, she worried that I would never marry.” She gave a slight laugh. “If my mother had her druthers, I would have been married by eleven.”
“Eleven?” he gasped, shocked.
She nodded. “Yes, and it would have been far better. My brother, Nathaniel, was still alive then and so was my father. I could have escaped all that transpired after.” She looked around, but didn’t look at her surroundings in particular, but seemed to gesture with her glances at the celebration that still roared outside. “My sister’s too young to have the crown. I would have had a husband that would have taken power from Eberhard, or… well, it would have been Eberhard that would be going to Vienna.” Her lips tightened slightly at this.
He hated that man so much at the moment, hated how the mere thought of him was ruining their happy moment together. “He will face his judgment. He will not get far,” he promised her, then petted her hair. She seemed to sadden, and so he continued, “I know men like your uncle very well. I understand there was surely nothing you could do. Some men are like avalanches—if you stand in their way, they will roll you over and crush you. I wish I had done something then—like killed him with my bare hands,” he rumbled tersely.
Now it was her hand reaching out to him. She slid her hand over his chest, along his breast bone. “I remembered you, as well, you know,” she admitted quietly, coyly glancing up into his eyes and then back down to follow the patterns her fingers were drawing over his chest.
