Page 40 of Love, Remember Me

For a moment he could not breathe, his breath was caught so tightly. "What can you know of a man's body, sweetheart? I would not frighten you," he managed to grate out.

"I know that you are as excited by me as I seem to be by you," she answered him honestly. "Let me touch you, my lord! Please!" She caught his head between her two hands as he had earlier held hers, placing sweet little kisses all over his face. "Please!"

He groaned, helpless before her. Were all virgins like this? Rolling onto his back, he said, "Have your way with me then, you little vixen, but be warned that my patience with you is nearly at an end."

"What will happen when it ends?" she daringly inquired of him. Now it was she who was up on an elbow, staring down into his handsome face. His green eyes blazed up at her. She could almost smell the danger in the air. It was a precarious game she played with him, but realizing that only made it more exciting. Whatever fear she had felt was gone for the moment with the knowledge of this new power she had.

"When my patience ends, Nyssa," he said slowly, deliberately, "I shall mount you like a stallion mounting his mare,andI shall make you the woman you were meant to be." Then reaching up, he pulled her head down to his, and their lips met again in a searing kiss.

She seemed to draw strength from his passion this time, and pulling away, she smiled boldly down on him. Pushing his head to one side with her hand, she bent to kiss his ear, her tongue darting into its cavity to torment him. She did not know how she knew to do this, but it certainly had the desired effect. Still restraining him with her palm, she began to lick the column of his neck, sweeping down to his shoulders and chest. His skin tasted salty, yet there was an elusive fragrance to him that was not displeasing. She nuzzled at his nipples, and then bent to kiss his belly. It was then she sawit. Gasping, she turned to look at him. "What is that called?" she asked, awed. "And why is it so very big?" Reaching out, she touched it gingerly, briefly.

"I thought you had brothers," he said.

"They are younger than I am, and do not parade naked before me, my lord. Is this what the queen's ladies call a manroot?" She was intrigued by the thick, stiff piece of flesh thrusting up from his belly. It seemed to have a life all its own, moving about beneath her fascinated gaze.

"My patience is at an end," he said warningly.

"I am not ready yet," she replied, suddenly aware this was no game she played with him. A tingle raced down her spine as she seriously considered flight.

"How can you know?" he demanded, and with a quick motion he reversed their positions. "Now, my bold little virgin," he told her, "we will see if you are indeed ready to become a woman." His hand swept down her torso, pressing between her closed thighs. "Open your legs for me, Nyssa," he commanded her fiercely. "Do not deny us the pleasure that the joining of our two bodies will bring." His fist gently but firmly levered her thighs open when she instinctively resisted the order. His palm cupped her in a place she had never even touched herself. Leaning back, he looked into her blushing face, touching her lips with his. "I can feel the heat of you blazing through into my hand," he whispered. "Can you feel it too?"

She nodded, wide-eyed. Suddenly she was not in control of this situation any longer, but she was not afraid.

A single digit began to move against the cleft of her nether lips, exerting just the slightest pressure until it slipped between the soft folds. To her surprise, her flesh seemed wet and slippery there. A whimper escaped her.

"Your love juices have begun to flow, sweetheart," he said softly, kissing her ear as he spoke. "That is how I know you are ready for me." The tip of his finger found her tiny love button, and he rubbed it.

Nyssa gasped loudly. What was happening to her? It was too sweet, and with each touch of his finger it grew more so. "I do not think I can bear much more, my lord," she whispered desperately, and then to punctuate her argument, she cried out as something wonderful burst within her and she felt near to tears.

He covered her young body with his, simply unable to wait any longer. "I must have you, sweetheart," he told her low. "I must!"

Nyssa felt fear overwhelming her again. She struggled beneath him, but he pinioned her between his muscular thighs, capturing the little hands beating against his chest, securing them well above her head. Bending, he kissed her tenderly, covering her face with kisses to reassure her. "Don't fight me, sweeting," he begged her.

She pulled her head away from his. "No! Please no!I want to love the man I marry.Ohh, please don't!"

"Then love me!We are married," he ground out through gritted teeth. "You are my wife, Nyssa. We are bound to consummate this match tonight on the king's command. Damn, sweetheart, do not fight me now!"

Nyssa felt him penetrating her body, and she cried out. In a blinding flash she perceived what a manroot's use was. He was filling her full with it! She had a passage between her legs, and that was how a man locked his body to a woman's to create new life. She was not certain that she did not feel violated by his actions. Yet she could see that he was doing his very best to be gentle with her.

Despite her obvious terror, she began to open for him like a flower opening to the morning sun. His head swam dizzily as he slowly pushed himself into her tight, hot sheath. He did what he must now only in order to temper the king's ire, but dear God! He wanted this girl who was now his wife to love him as he loved her. Then suddenly his progress was blocked. He had reached the barrier of her maidenhead. She cried out and arched against him. There was, he knew, simply no gentle way to do this, for her maidenhead was firmly fixed.

"It hurts!" Nyssa sobbed. "Please stop!" she begged him.

In answer he drew back just slightly, then drove mercilessly into her fragile body, her scream piercing him to the heart. He saw the tears on her fair cheeks, and felt like a monster, but he could no longer help himself. He began to piston into her with smooth, deep strokes of his manroot, filling her full, driving as deep as he could go until he thought he would die with the pure, sweet pleasure of possessing her.

He was unforgivably cruel, Nyssa thought, sobbing as the burning agony swept up into her belly and down through her thighs. She fought him wildly, desperately seeking to elude the terrible torture he was inflicting upon her. Then, as suddenly as it had burst over her, the pain was gone. In its place was the distinct sensation of his strong body deep within her body. He pulsed and throbbed inside her hot passage until her head began to whirl. She was overwhelmed with a pleasure such as she had never known. She wept with the feeling, reveling in the sweetness until they both seemed sated with it, collapsing into each other's arms, exhausted, and to her utter amazement, wonderfully contented.

Varian de Winter rolled his weight off of Nyssa. Reaching out, he enfolded her in his embrace. Neither of them could say a word. His big hand stroked her tousled, dark hair gently, silently communicating his tender feelings for her. Beneath her cheek his heart beat wildly, slowing gradually, until finally it simply thudded rhythmically, comfortingly.

Nyssa was absolutely astounded by the passion that they had shared. She was also furious that her normally forthright mother had never even discussed these things with her. How could she? a saner voice in her head asked, and Nyssa honestly realized that there was no way Blaze could have possibly explained what just happened between herself and the Earl of March.

Was she all right? Would she ever forgive him for what had just transpired? Varian was almost sick with anxiety, and said low, "Are you. . . are you . . . I know I hurt you, but it was the shattering of your maidenhead. It only happens once, Nyssa."

"I could not have begun to imagine it," she told him quietly.

"Then you forgive me, sweeting?"

She raised her head to look at him. "I know that you were both patient and kind, my lord. I apologize for my fear. I am not usually so cowardly." She touched his cheek with a single finger. "This passion is a most powerful thing, is it not? Is it always so?"

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