Page 17 of The Princess and The Warrior

“I love you, Althea,” he said softly, staring deeply into my eyes. “Every man in the realm dreams of being with the beautiful Princess, but knows he does not deserve it. Yet here you are with me, and everything feels perfect.”

“Trax, I love you,” I murmured. “We deserve each other. And…I want you.”

My eyes snapped shut, feeling my cheeks flush. His lips circled my nipple, while hands stroked my breasts, my ribs, working lower.

Trax moved slowly, parting my thighs to bring his tongue between them. “You truly are delicious, your highness,” he grinned, winking up at me.

The anticipation I’d been feeling all day already had me worked up. As soon as he flattened his tongue, licking steadily against my special little cluster of nerves, he thrust his thick middle finger inside me, pulsing gently.

It was happening, finally. Our belated wedding night. The excitement gripped me, overtaking me completely. I clutched his hair, screaming up to the ceiling as I shook through my nearly instant release.

“I love how easily you come for me, my beautiful bride,” he murmured, kissing his way up my body.

As he met my lips, I could feel his heat as his huge, thick shaft brushed through my crease. He took hold of it, swiping the

tip back and forth to coat himself in my juices.

Looking up into his dreamy eyes, I couldn’t wait for another second to feel him inside me. Yet he paused.

“Althea, I’m sorry, I…” He paused, his lips tight, his forehead furrowed.

“It’s all right,” I said, gripping his shoulders. “I know that it’s going to hurt for a moment. I understand.”

We both heard my voice hitch, as Trax brought his lips to my throat, kissing gently until the warm, melting feeling returned.

“I’m sorry that my size may cause some discomfort at first,” he murmured. “I’ll try to be as gentle as I can, my love.”

Looking down, I watched as he fisted the huge rod in his hand. Aligning it with my opening, he stroked up and down as I quivered beneath him.

As the tip began to ease inside me, his eyes locked on mine, searching for any signs of pain. His hips tensed, pushing steadily but slowly, listening to every little breath and cry.

My fingertips dug into the back of his shoulders as I trembled, the pressure intense, and a bit frightening. I could imagine that this was going to be pleasurable eventually, but as my tunnel stretched around his girth, it was almost too much to take.

Trax entwined our fingers and rested our hands beside my ear. “Squeeze hard if it hurts too much, beautiful, and I’ll stop.”

I didn’t know which was most heartwarming – that he was so cautious of my comfort, or that he realized I might not be able to speak at this moment.

Then he kissed me, slowly at first, then more deeply as the kiss took over our bodies completely. My thighs parted, my legs wrapping around him as my free hand worked up into the back of his hair.

His lips felt heated, urgent against me as his vast, hulking body shuddered. The strongest, fiercest warrior in the land was shaking from the thought of hurting me. Somehow, that showed his love more than anything else.

Relaxing under him, my hips begin to move with his as his tongue slipped into my mouth, making us both moan.

The wetness between my legs increased, everything softening for him. He suddenly slipped deeper. Squealing as he opened me completely, I felt the tip of his shaft kiss the very end of my tunnel.

Trax pulled back to stare in horror as a single tear fell sideways from my left eye. “Am I hurting you? Should I stop?”

Shaking my head, I swallowed hard. “Don’t stop. It’s just…” I gave him a swift kiss. “We’re truly married now, Trax. Forever.”

“Yes, my love.”

He paused, simply holding us together, as he kissed me so gently I had to concentrate on holding back the tears of joy. We were one, in every way. The feeling of completion was exquisite, yet I knew there was more to come.

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