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I really like her.

The thought lingers at the edge of my mind, no matter how much I try to push it away.

I can’t let myself go there, though. Can’t let myself admit that I might be feeling more than lust for her. Because she’s not only here with me. She’s with Will too, and whatever we have, whatever this is, it isn’t meant to be more than just…this.

THE VIRGIN AND THE BLADE/LOURDES

CHAPTER 12

FORGED IN THE FIRES OF MY DESIRE

Beneath the flickering candlelight of the royal chambers, Queen Elizabeth stood, her heart pounding as she gazed at the formidable figure before her. His presence was overwhelming, a living legend, clad in the ancient armor that had conquered the world. He moved closer, his lips curling into a smirk, his eyes intense and knowing.

Elizabeth trembled with nervous anticipation. She had ruled her kingdom with grace and strength, but in Alexander’s presence, she felt vulnerable, like a mere girl.

The great conqueror brushed his fingers against her cheek before sliding them down to the curve of her neck, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone.

“I have wielded many blades in my time, my queen, but none like the one I shall wield tonight.”

Her cheeks flushed with a heat she’d never known before. Her heart raced as his words sank in, each syllable charged with raw, primal desire. His hands were calloused, rough from years of battle, but they were gentle as they untied the laces of her gown, revealing her bare skin to him for the first time.

“This blade,” Alexander breathed, his eyes dark with hunger, “is sharp, forged in the fires of my desire. Tonight, it will claim its prize.”

Elizabeth’s body trembled under his touch, anticipation building as her gown fell to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet in his arms, she found herself yearning for the unknown.

“Will it hurt?” she whispered.

He smiled. “A blade must make its mark, my queen. But you will find the pain is but the first taste of pleasure.”

His words sent a surge of heat through her, and before she could respond, he was upon her, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body with a possessiveness that left no doubt—tonight, she was his.

Completely and utterly.

With a swift motion, Alexander shed the last of his armor, his body towering over her in its naked glory. Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she took him in, her breath catching at the sight of his powerful form. His muscles were chiseled, his skin marred by the scars of war, but it was the fierce determination in his eyes that sent a thrill through her.

That and the impressive blade of which he spoke, jutting toward her. A threat and a promise.

“My blade,” he whispered again, pressing his hips against hers, “is eager for you, Elizabeth. It has longed to pierce your untouched depths, to make you mine.”

She gasped at the sensation of him, the heat of his body against hers, the raw power radiating from him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he lowered her onto the soft bed, her body trembling.

“Let me take you,” he said hoarsely. “Let me claim you, and you shall know pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever imagined.”

Elizabeth nodded, her voice lost in the storm of emotions raging within her. She had waited for this moment, dreamed of it, and now, as Alexander positioned himself above her, she knew there was no turning back.

With a groan of triumph, Alexander thrust forward, his blade finally finding its mark.

Elizabeth gasped, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation, but as he began to move, the pain quickly faded, replaced by a growing wave of pleasure. He filled her completely, his every movement commanding and relentless.

“My blade has tasted you now,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “And I will not stop until you are mine in every way.”

Each thrust was a declaration, each moan from Elizabeth an acknowledgment of his power over her. She had never known such intensity, such passion. Alexander’s body moved like the perfect warrior he was. Controlled, deliberate, and powerful.

“Say it,” he demanded between breaths. “Say that you are mine.”

Her voice was weak, breathless, but full of surrender. “I am yours, Alexander. Yours completely.”

With a final, triumphant thrust, he drove his thick, hard blade deeper into her than she thought possible, sending her over the edge into a world of pleasure she had never known existed. Her cries filled the room, mingling with his as they both reached their peak, their bodies locked together in perfect unity.

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