“How long do you intend to make me wait?” Royce cut sharply into her thoughts.
“All night, milord,” Kristen said softly. “I will not assist in this foolishness.”
He crossed to her with angry strides. When he stopped and she looked up at him, she had the feeling that he wanted to lay hands on her and shake her.
“You dare to defy me?”
She met his furious gaze with an innocent look. “Surely you are not surprised? We Vikings are known to be daring, and bold, and have you not called me brazen too? So I am. If you want to see me in the gown, milord, you will have to put it on me.”
“You think I would not?”
“Nay, you will not.”
It was a challenge he could not refuse. With a single jerk, Royce opened her belt, then yanked the robe over her head and threw it aside. He would not look down at her, though, at least not below her face. For a long moment, his eyes bored into hers. Then he turned on his heel and stepped to the bed to swipe up the velvet gown in one fist.
It was the full sight of her that met him when he turned around to bring the gown to her. If he could have been spared that, if he could have kept his eyes fixed only on her face, Royce might have succeeded with his purpose. As it was, he couldn’t move, he was so entranced.
She stood there proud and unashamed to have him see her thus, with no attempt to cover herself in any way, and he looked long and hard, feasting on the reality of what he had only been able to imagine previously. She was so very beautiful to him, so perfectly formed for all her height.
Royce was unaware that he had walked to her, but he stood next to her now, the velvet gown forgotten, dropping from his fingers to the floor. Everything was forgotten as his hands rose to cup her cheeks, and he lowered his head to taste the nectar of her lips. Slowly he tasted, gently at first to savor, then with the full measure of his need.
In those first moments, he was so consumed with desire that he would not have noticed if Kristen resisted him. But she was not resisting in any way. As before, she was kissing him back with an unrestrained abandon. A part of her was fearful that he would stop as he had before. The rest of her opened up to a wealth of new feeling.
She need not have worried. Royce was incapable of halting what had begun. He did not know it, but he had lost his battle to resist her before she even entered his chamber. He had no control over his actions and for once did not care. Passion alone was ruling him, a fair madness that would not abate without fruition.
Kristen moaned when his mouth left hers, but it was only for a moment as he bent to lift her in his arms. She felt a moment’s panic—not for what was to come, but for her new and precarious height. She had not been held like this since she was a child and had grown too big for it to be reasonable for her father to carry her to bed when she had fallen asleep in the hall. But the weight that went with her size seemed not to faze Royce.
His hold on her was firm and he was in no hurry to relinquish it, but stood there for a long moment, resuming his kiss. Kristen’s arms went about his neck, keeping his mouth firmly fixed to hers, and the kiss deepened as he carried her to his bed.
Very slowly he laid her down so that their lips would not part. And then he was lying full length at her side, with only his chest leaning half over her as he continued to kiss her. This was not enough for Kristen. She turned toward him so that she could feel all of him, arching her body into his, straining to attain every inch. This was still not enough. His clothes thwarted her, chafing at her skin.
Royce was only barely aware of what she was doing. He had thrilled to the complete contact with her, but had not stopped kissing her when she leaned away from him to work impatiently at his belt. It was when the belt fell away that he was totally aware of what she was about, for she pushed him back and climbed on top of him, sitting up so that she straddled his hips.
He saw her yanking at his tunic to remove it and he raised his back off the bed so she could easier pull it off. He did not think how strange this was to have a woman undress him. He was mesmerized by the sight of her sitting on him, her rounded breasts thrust forward, seeming to demand his touch. He did touch them, capturing a firm mound in each hand.
The sound she made then brought his eyes to hers, and he caught his breath to see heat smoldering in the depths of her aqua gaze. And she kept her eyes locked to his as she worked on the lacings of his braies, not breaking contact until she scooted down to his thighs, and with a suddenness he was not expecting, yanked his braies down over his hips.
She stared now at what she had uncovered, the strong root of him that was already throbbing for her. That she would do so, unabashed, sent new blood pulsing through him. She looked up at him in what seemed like wonder, only to glance down again as her fingers circled the thickness of him.
It was his undoing, more than he could bear. With a groan he sat up swiftly and gripped her shoulders to force her back down on the bed. She was not satisfied to stay down. As he hastily moved to discard the remainder of his clothes, her breasts pressed into his back, her hands coming round to cover his own breasts, kneading the muscle surrounding them.
Royce had never undressed so quickly. The moment he was finished he turned and gripped her hair, his mouth locking with hers in a kiss that was brutal with the passion she had stirred in him.
He pushed her down, and would have ended his torture then, except that the sight of her lying there, his for the taking, reminded him of how often he had ached to know what she would feel like under his hands. He kept her back when she would have pressed to him, and began a slow, leisurely exploration. Lying on his side, braced on an elbow so he could see what he explored, his hands discovered the velvet of her skin.
It was a sensual delight for Royce. It was more so for Kristen, for he brought forth so many wonderful sensations, she felt she couldn’t contain them all. She had not thought she could want him any more than before. She was wrong. She burned for him now, her body twisting and undulating of its own accord, her skin seeming to leap up, begging for his touch.
When his fingers slipped between her thighs into the moist haven that ached for him, Kristen thought she would go mad with this shock of pleasure. It stilled her body, brought a cry from deep within. It also stopped Royce, for he did not understand her cry. In no way did he want to hurt her, not now.
Kristen watched his large hand move slowly up her belly, the fingers long, strong, and then she looked up at him, to find him watching her. He bent to kiss her then, a tender kiss, as if to tell her it was all right, he would not hurt her. He was treating her with care, even though he thought her a whore. She was moved by the gesture, more than she could credit. A new warmth of feeling for him filled her.
She spoke to him with her body, her hands reaching for him, encouraging him to come atop her, her legs parting to receive him. She knew what he would do to her, but not how it would feel. She wanted to know now how it would feel.
Royce needed no other encouragement. He gathered her close, amazed that he could, that for once he did not have to hold himself above a woman because he was so much longer than she. This woman conformed to his body perfectly and he did not have to fear that he would crush her with his weight, for she held him tightly to her, wanting his weight, as if reveling in this mark of his possession.
He began to fill her, slowly, marveling that he had the patience to prolong this moment he had dreamed about. He marveled too at the tight sheath she offered him, the searing moist heat. Then the obstacle was met that blocked his easy path, and his whole body rebelled at what this meant.
Kristen was prepared for this moment of truth. Her knees were raised and bent, her feet placed flat on the bed to give her leverage. She was not going to let him stop now, so that he could start again later in a different way. The moment she felt him stiffen and start to raise up on his elbows so he could look down at her, she clasped her hands to his buttocks and pressed down while she thrust her own hips upward.
