Sacrifice Of A Virgin
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Her hands free for the first time, she had the ability to explore his hard contours while he buried his face in her neck and kissed the sensitive skin where her pulse hid. Rena traced his broad shoulders down to his narrow waist and back up again. The hair on his chest beckoned to her. She ran her fingers over his massive chest to follow the trail of hair that led to his navel. His flesh felt warm as his hard muscles flexed under her touch.
Marcos seized her mouth. His tongue demanded entrance, which she happily allowed. When she sucked it gently, his rod came alive against her thigh.
Rena reached between them and ran her thumb over the head of his cock.
He lifted his head and closed his eyes. “Aren’t you the quick study?” He pulled away and drew her off the bed with him by the hand. “I think it’s time for a bath.”
The morning sun spilled across the stone floor as he guided her across the chamber toward a door. It felt strange to wander naked, hand in hand in the daylight, but she willingly followed where he led.
The heavy door opened to a huge bathing chamber. A pit in the stone floor held steaming water, and rose petals of every color scented the air around them. Reflections of the crystal water danced on the walls.
He continued walking and drew her into the warmth. As she stepped deeper and deeper, the heat crept into her muscles, and Rena became aware of just how sore her body felt.
The water reached her ribcage, and her breasts floated among the petals. “This is amazing.”
He turned and met her gaze with a mischievous smile. “It is my favorite room in the keep.”
“I can see why. The water feels so good.”
“You should see this room when it rains.” He nodded toward the roof.
Rena leaned back and smiled at the sunshine and clouds directly above them. A large hole in the roof, the same size as the pool, allowed the steam to escape. She let go of his hand to float and watch the sky. “Lovely.”
She sensed him move closer so was not surprised when he grasped both her knees and stepped between her thighs. She sat up as he pulled her to him and wrapped her legs around his waist. He grabbed her quick enough that she didn’t sink under water. Her tender folds pressed against his abdomen, and he took full advantage, sliding her up and down against the hard plane and balancing her with his hands under her thighs.
Rena wound her arms around his neck and panted from the need building again. “We are not going to get clean this way.”
“Says you.” With each stroke, she became slicker and slicker. His cock nudged her ass when he slid her downward, but he would not go so far as to let her ride it. The way he stood in the water and held her legs allowed her no control.
She needed to be filled. “Please.”
“Just one last lesson.” He stopped and held her high so their eyes were level. “Don’t ever again let someone lash you to a post to be sacrificed simply because you are different. Your unique tastes should be celebrated.” He licked his lips. “Punished when the mood strikes you. But never again sacrificed. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” The truth came from her without hesitation.
“Well, then…” He lowered her onto his cock and filled her.
The warm water soothed her sore body and stimulated the sensitive area all at once.
“Hold on to me with your legs.” Marcos released one leg, and she hooked her feet behind his back. He reached between her wide spread thighs and pressed his thumb against her slippery nubbin in a slow, lazy swirl.
The fire beyond pleasure burned instantly at his touch. The air left her lungs all at once, and she couldn’t stop from bucking against his hand and cock.
Marcos chuckled in her ear and picked up the pace. “Greedy little minx, aren’t you? Think you can come for me one more time.”
“Yes, yes, oh yes.” That familiar tight coil grew deep in her belly. His small circles were tantamount to the blows of a smith on a new forged metal. Sparks shot through her and set fire to her limbs. Everything tingled with building need. He worked his thumb against her hard little pebble, and at the same time he worked his cock in and out of her sheath.
“Oh yes!” The water splashed against the stones around them, and her gasps of fulfillment echoed back at her off the stones of the chamber.
Marcos seized her mouth and swallowed her cries. The conquering of her tongue along with the plundering of her body overwhelmed her. Her body belonged to him, and he mastered it.
Then it happened, the sweet splintering of her senses. And it was a good thing he held on with both hands, because she rocked against him like a mad woman seeking to be filled till the end.
Marcos shifted, grabbed her tighter by the waist, and pounded her against his rod until she screamed. Then he pulled out but continued to rub his velvety length against her mound as he joined her in the song of ecstasy.
Rena let her forehead fall to his shoulder and tried to catch her breath as the world around them came back into focus.
He held her tight against the hard plane of his body and walked with her still clinging to him. He found a hidden seat under the water and gently set her on it. Then he reached behind her and picked up a pitcher. “Show me your hands.”
She obeyed, and he poured fragrant oil in her hands.
“Fresh water constantly flows in and out of this pool…” His words trailed off when she reached under the water to wash him instead of herself. His frame swayed, only slightly, and he took a step to steady himself. She bathed him thoroughly, caringly, giving each part the attention it deserved.
When he reached out to return the favor, Rena stepped away. It wasn’t a gift if he reciprocated.
Marcos nodded in understanding. “I will prepare something to eat. There is a robe hanging there when you are ready.”
Rena joined him at the table draped in velvet luxury, sorry to see he wore clothes this time.
“Are we finished then?” Famished, she slathered jam on a piece of bread.
“I think I have taught you all I can. I will not take all that you have to offer. It is not my way. Now that you understand yourself a little better, you can discover the rest on your own without being subject to abuse. We are far away from your homeland. With what I will provide you, you can begin again with no fear of being discovered alive. You will choose your destiny with the knowledge of what is possible.”
“Will I see you again?” She took a bite but still watched him intently.
He leaned forward on his elbows. “You, my rosebud, will find me in your bed many times over your lifetime. I promise you that.”
Later that day, Rena rode off in his carriage with a new dress, the lovely robe, a few trinkets, and a trunk full of gold. None of which was as grand a gift as her freedom. Freedom to be who she was without shame. Freedom to embrace her passion without fear. Freedom to obey, or not to obey as she desired.
She leaned her head against the side of the carriage. Her smile reflected back at her in the brass lamp mount. The sweet ache of her body not only spoke of the previous night’s journey but whispered a promise of adventures to come.
About the Author
Author, Renee Charles believes all love is legendary. Being the only female in a house full of giants—husband and two teenage boys—she tends to lean toward the strange and unusual, but inevitably the softer side shines through.
Whether life leads her to a snow covered mountain top, sun dappled forest, or the bottom of a ravine—yes, ditches happen—she always has a pen and note pad ready so wherever the next adventure takes her, she can take notes.
Her own romance began in an insane asylum. Luckily, both she and her husband only worked there. But it makes sense her romance novels have strange beginnings that lead to passionate endings. Romance with a twist.
In the face of zombies, werewolves, and Bigfoot she always seems to find a happily ever after to leave you with a sigh at the end.
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