Princess Zaria swallowed her saliva before wrapping her arms around his neck slightly pulling him down to meet her lips.
"Oscar," she warned when his hands trailed up and unzipping her gown. She had decided to follow Princess Millia's path but had not decided on the time or place.
"Shhhh. No talking just feeling," he murmured, dropping his head to kiss her exposed shoulders and burying his head on her neck.
"I… we can't," she gasped and tried backing away but found herself on his bed.
He stood in front of her with his lips parted.
"I promise that I won't touch your virtue, but if you stay know that we will be crossing a line you cannot uncross. You will be mine forever," he said with a voice raw with desire.
She hesitated, her heat pounding.
"Door or bed. Make up your mind, Princess."
"You will lose your head if this.."
"That's my problem, not yours," he interjected before taking off his cowboy hat and kicking off his boots and climbing on the bed in front of her. She subconsciously backed away, ending on the head of the bed, exactly where he wanted her to be.
"Last chance," he warned with his fingers crossed.
"Your workers, we…"
"It's just us here," he whispered before lowering himself next to her and pulling her into his arms. Their lips met into a hungry passionate kiss, breaking all their restraints.
She did not object when he pulled up her gown over her head and tossing it on the floor.
"My Lord, you are a goddess!" he exclaimed, taking her in. He chuckled when she covered her exposed breasts with her hands.
Her cheeks burned when he got off the bed and impatiently removed his pants, remaining with his boxers. Her breathing picked up, matching her racing heart. She could not help wondering if she was making the right decision.
As if reading her mind, he rushed back to her side, lowering himself on top of her and kissing her passionately until her hunger matched his. That's when he broke his kiss and trailed down to her neck. Kissing her hard, drawing out a moan from her lips, he chuckled.
"You are perfect," he murmured on his way down. Taking his right breast into his mouth and squeezing the left, making her moan again. A trail of light kisses down her navel, hips, he positioned himself between her legs.
"Oscar," she warned when he tried to remove her panties.
"Trust me. I swear to you that you will leave with your virtue intact," he said assuringly before removing the damp material, tossing it on the floor.
Princess Zaria closed her eyes when he spread her legs wide open before him. This was the first time she was naked in front of a man, she was now completely exposed to him but could not get herself to stop him.
Her already racing heart flattered when his tongue came in contact with her sensitive button.
Her eyes flipped open when electric impulses washed over her. She found herself moaning and other strange noises escaping her throat as he licked and sucked on her.
"O…Oscar," she called out, control sipping away from her.
That's when he stopped and slid his body up against hers.
"Zaria," he called her softly.
She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. She knew what he wanted. She could feel his manhood pressing hard against her thigh but this was too definite. There would definitely be no way back if she carved in.
"Release me or I will die,"his raw voice picked up her heart that was starting to slow down.
"You promised not to touch my virtue."
"And I will always keep my promises, always."
She opened her eyes and looked at him with confusion written all over her face. She had no experience in this department, the sex topic was a taboo in her castle. Everything she knew she read from the restricted books she sneaked out of the library in her castle.
He chuckled, realising that she misunderstood his request. "You can release me without losing your virtue," he explained. "Thigh sex has been in practice for centuries, My Princess," he added.
She swallowed her saliva, her cheeks burning from embarrassment of her inexperience. She once heard the servants giggling while talking about that but they quickly changed the subject when they saw her. "I.. I don't know how to..," she hesitated while he chuckled, getting off the bed and pulling off his boxers. Her response was not an objection, his heart was jumping with joy.
Her jaw dropped, eyes widened at his gifted erect manhood.
"Like what you see?" he teased at her terrified expression. Taking her hand and closing it around his shaft, he let out a groan and laughed as her eyes became like saucers.
"It does not bite and yes it would fit perfectly into your treasured palace," he teased again, letting go of her hand and getting into the bed. He caught her before she attempted running off. "He will settle between your thighs today, I promise," he said before kissing her passionately again.
"Trust me," he urged, her inexperience exciting him more than it aught to.
She nodded her head, placing her entire life in his hands. She followed his instructions and crossed her legs, letting him position himself between her thighs. She shivered and moaned as his manhood rubbed against her already sensitive spot. Thrusting in and out, his breathing getting faster. She wrapped her arms around his back pulling him closer to her. A part of her wished he was inside her, filling her up like the books she read suggested.
His name escaped her lips again as the friction on her sensitive spot became too intense. Her whole body vibrated, legs became numb as she reached another orgasm. That was followed by his manly groan and warm fluid rushing between her legs.
"Zaria. Please look at me," he urged with so much tenderness on his voice as soon as he caught his breath again.
Their eyes met, time coming to a standstill, heart's hammering against each other.
"That was not even close to how the real thing feels like. But I think it should give you the answers you seek."
She opened and closed her mouth. She had never felt anything like this in her entire life and had no idea how to interpret it. Was it love or lust? How would she separate the two?
She was still deep in her thoughts when he started thrusted between her thighs again.
"Again?"
He laughed. "You are enthralling My Love. I can't help it."
Soon they were both breathless and moaning again. She felt his body stiffen before his seeds spilled between her legs again.
"Make love to me," she blurted out, her whole body trembling against his.
He chuckled, kissing her neck hard and looking at her.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I promised you not to touch your virtue."
"But…"
"Not today. You are not thinking straight and I would need more time with you than what we have," he interjected.
"Everyone is still celebrating Ranic's relief. I have at least an hour before they start worrying about me,"she explained, no longer holding back.
"I am a hopeless romantic My Love. I would need to have you in my arms the whole day and night for that," he explained.
She sighed and swallowed her saliva, tears threatening to flow down her cheeks. She did not need books to know that a man would never turn down an offer from a woman he loved. His excuse was a gentleman way of turning her down. This feeling between them was lust, at least for him and it hurt so bad she wanted to get out of there as fast as she could.
"Zaria," he called her when she got out of bed and getting dressed. He did not miss the change in her every expression, sending chills down his spine.
Grabbing her gown from her, he pulled her into his arms and grabbed her chin forcing their eyes to meet.
"Talk to me," he pleaded.
She tried to look away but he would not let her.
"Zaria."
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She impatiently wiped them away while trying freeing herself from his arms.
"Oscar please let me go," she said softly, breaking his heart.
"I cant let you go like this. Talk to me," he pleaded.
"I wanted to know if you loved me. I got the answer. Thank you for being a gentleman about it," she whispered, tears still rolling down her cheeks.
"I doubt you got the answer if it's making you weep like this," he responded with concern.
She feigned a smile at his gentleness and wiped away her tears.
"I think it better if I leave now."
"I thought you had at least an hour."
She faked another smile. "I forgot about the appointment I had with a friend," she lied.
"Okay. You are gonna have to shower before you leave, otherwise my perfume will be all over you," he said mischievously before pulling her to the shower.
"I would prefer showering alone if you don't mind,"she said softly wishing she had his love. She might lose her life after what she planned to do or be banned if lucky. Being loved by him even if it does not last would be heaven.
"I would prefer to help you get the evidence of our love off you," he said leading her to the shower.
She narrowed her eyes at him. The use of the word she longed for making her broken heart bleed.
"What?" he asked, before turning on the water and pouring a shower gel on the sponge.
Princess Zaria found herself standing aimlessly while he gently ran the sponge on her naked dripping wet body. Standing behind her, she gasped when he replaced the sponge and started kissing her shoulders and neck, making her treacherous heart race.
"I….love…you."