Royal Chronicles of Denmark, Books 1 & 2

by Kiki Leach

  “Perhaps you shouldn’t. Perhaps you should stay here with me instead, for the remainder of the night.”

  I nervously shook my head. “No. I--I--I made a mistake in coming here--”

  “It was no mistake. Stay with me tonight, my favorite girl. Please.” He lifted my hand to his face again and breathed in heavily. The longer he held my hand, the harder my nipples became. I knew he noticed, I wanted him to. “Cinder…” he muttered. I shut my eyes and in that moment, felt his breath rising from the base of my throat and onto my tongue, and pulled back on instinct.

  I looked away to catch my breath and frowned.

  He leaned back and smiled, releasing my hand and brushing my hair behind me. “Despite what is happening between us, and after all this time, am I still not allowed to kiss you? Truly taste you, even as you are my wife, a word in which you so freely admit now?” I looked over at him and my heart leapt inside my chest. “I thought the rules had changed,” he said. “You were always tempted by me…. Unless, you are still afraid, my favorite girl? Afraid that after all these months of partial chastity, you may indeed like my kisses far too much?”

  “Please, Norvack,” I said pleadingly, looking down at the space between us.

  “Please,” he repeated, attempting to catch my gaze. “I remember you asking in such a way before.” He stopped, licking his lips. “I have been with no other woman since the day I proposed, as I have waited quite impatiently for you, you’re quite aware of this. Now, admit the truth to me, Cinder. Are you afraid after all this time, that if I kiss you, that if I finally taste you for the first time, that you may become fully stirred and completely enraptured by the very emotions, the very feelings for me that you have always chosen to ignore, to the point of no return?” He reached over and turned my face to his now. He caressed my bottom lip, lowering it a bit to my chin. I exhaled deeply. “A kiss tells all… You desired me on the day we married, even long before then in the square, and you know it. You desire me now. If I take you, there is no more denying what you feel for me, or what we share beyond the physical, and it frightens you. Tell me.”

  He was right. More than right. It was much easier before to separate desire and love because although my body achingly pleaded to have him inside me, my heart never did. Or at least, my heart never wished to admit it if it were so. But it all changed so quickly after his accident, it was like whiplash. The thought of losing him forever weighed so heavily upon me, I couldn’t bear even the possibility of it. And the time we spent together was something I would treasure for a lifetime. I realized that I loved him, as did his mother and Brigita long before I ever did. I truly loved him and wanted to show him how much, but I was also still so afraid of allowing him to break me, to see all of my vulnerabilities, despite him having done the same with me since the beginning. I was taught as a young maiden to never show your heart’s susceptibility to a man, for he would use it against you for personal gain some day.

  “Cinder,” he begged, his deep voice echoing in my ears. “Please tell me.”

  I looked deep into his eyes, seeing his helplessness, his desperation, and realized I could no longer lie to either one of us in regard to what I felt or wanted. I lowered my shoulders, feeling overcome as he had truly seen right through it all, and wasn’t giving up until I confessed my truth. I finally shed my guard after all these months, and dreaded the single word that escaped from between my lips. “Perhaps.”

  He grinned wide, appearing victorious, lecherous. “Perhaps… Perhaps at last, we should find out.” He turned aside and took my face in his hands, raising it a little and stroking my cheeks and lips with the edges of his fingers. I imagined taking one of them into my mouth and sucking it raw. Norvack bent down, barely touching my lips with his own again, teasing me. “You’re allowing me to do this?” His breath spread over my lips like a cool silk blanket. I shuddered.

  “Yes,” I breathed, sounding almost more eager than I had hoped as I reached for his wrists, circling my fingers around them.

  He finally pressed his lips to mine, moaning as soon as they touched, and my body went completely numb and tingly. His lips were as fluffy as two pillows, soft as flower petals, just as I had always imagined they would be against mine, but better. He was perfect, my perfect. He patiently slipped his tongue between my lips and explored my mouth lovingly, but vigorously. Every taste, every desire, every feeling that I had for him was based upon that kiss. Our first, but never our last if he had anything to say about it.

  The muscles tightened in my stomach, and between my thighs as our tongues met in wild unison and feverish longing. I felt his breath on my face, mine on his as we mutually gasped for air between kisses. I turned toward him even more, anxiously embracing every part of him, my fingers slipping beneath his tunic and sliding up his back. I craved for him. Dear God, I craved. Norvack pulled away from me for a moment, removing his tunic before capturing my lips again. I had barely noticed. As he slipped his tongue back into my mouth, my fingers traveled into his thick head of hair. I squeezed a bit and without thinking, moaned his name between our lips. He moved his hands beneath my arms and swung me around, knocking his goblet to the floor as he lifted me on top of him, placing me just where he wanted me on his lap. I yearned wrapping my legs around him, squeezing as tightly as I could, and he rocked us back and forth. His erection swelled between my legs and he plunged lightly against my pulsating clitoris. I moved my hips in a circular motion, becoming wet as I rubbed against the thickness of his cock before realizing what was happening.

  I released the kiss and breathed out, placing my hands on his chest to balance myself and catch my breath. My face burned, my lips were swollen. I felt dizzy and confused. “I--”

  “No.” Norvack pulled my face to his again and curled his tongue around the outside of my mouth before inserting it between my lips again. I whimpered in pleasure and embraced him as he dove his hands up into my gown, sliding them past my stomach, and resting at my breasts. My nipples were as hard as pebbles; he pinched them and grinned between my lips. The joy of pleasure and pain was never more true than in that moment. “I want to taste you…” He licked my mouth and dropped one hand from my breast, placing it between my legs. He crawled his fingers toward my sweetest spot, the same as he had on our wedding day. I pulled back again, releasing his tongue.

  “I must… I must leave,” I said. “I… I can’t be with you tonight.” I quickly removed myself from his lap. It was all becoming much too real for me, too emotional. I couldn’t handle much more.

  He scrunched his brows and opened his hands. “Why?” He placed his hands on his knees and pushed himself up to face me. “We have all but declared ourselves now, despite your lack of use of the word itself. I wish to make love to you as my wife, Cinder. I wish to be with you for the rest of my life. And in those days in between, I wish to take you, and have you as my own. I wish to please you.” He encircled my waist and bent down, suckling the center of my neck once more. My eyes fluttered shut as the feeling was too much to take. God, I wanted this. I wanted him.

  “Norvack--”

  “Allow me to please you. You belong to me now, as I have always belonged to you. Make love to me…”

  He slipped his hands down to my backside.

  “No,” I replied breathlessly. I pushed him back and headed for the door.

  Norvack snickered as he made his way toward me. I felt him eyeing me like helpless prey and tried pulling back on the door, but he raised his hand above my head and slammed it shut. He whirled me around and I became vulnerable in an instant, laying back on the door as he pushed his hard body against mine, forcing me to feel the full size of his erection. I held my breath in a fearful delight at the thought of him fulfilling me, and looked away. “You may have never been in love until now, but you’ve been with men before.” I remained silent. “Perhaps we should have discussed this before now. Cinder.”

  “I have been with a man.”

  “One.” He smiled knowingly. “You are s
o beautiful,” he said, resting his fingers at the side of my throat and dropping them down my front, gliding them back and forth along my collarbone. He tapped my skin with his index finger and raised a brow. “Who was the man?”

  I turned to him in bewilderment and scowled. “What?”

  “The man you allowed to take part in your beauty. Who was he?”

  “Why?”

  “I wish to know what man was insane enough to allow you to leave his chambers that night. Or perhaps the early morning? I wish to ask him why, and how, he did not try to stop you and keep you as his own.”

  “How are you so sure that he didn’t?”

  “Because if he had, my fair princess, you would not be here with me.”

  “What makes you so sure of that, prince?”

  He laughed smugly and moved his jaw side to side. “I want you to stay with me tonight.”

  “No,” I replied, defiantly.

  “Do you wish to tell me why? You wish to be with me as much as I wish to be with you, and you did not wish to deny me anymore tonight. Or us, and we both know it to be true now. You continue to flutter about, yet you still have not escaped my chambers. You want tonight just as much as I do.”

  “I only came here tonight to comfort you.”

  “And reveal your truth.”

  I rattled my head. “Everything else was a mistake.”

  “Everything else was meant to happen just like this. I would not believe it had you not come to me tonight. Rest assured, I seek your comfort, my favorite girl. As you do mine.” I looked him straight in the eyes and sunk further into the door. Norvack placed his finger at the bottom of my throat and slid it up toward the edge of my chin, lifting my face. He moved his mouth toward mine and I exhaled, shaking. “This is our time, Cinder, just as I said this morning. How could I imagine it would be so true, from my lips to yours in only a matter of hours passing? I shall not allow this time to go on ignored, and neither shall you. I wish to have you tonight,” he muttered against my lips.

  I swallowed hard, nervous. “…But, tonight?” I asked, seeking any excuse I could find to once again postpone the inevitable.

  “Yes, my favorite girl. This night is ours to relish and indulge, to seek comfort in one another. If not tonight, then another, and one after and so on. This night from here on shall be the same as any other night inside the palace. Any other night we shall still be married, you shall still be my wife, and I shall still seek your comfort. Forever, always. I wish for you to be mine.”

  He lowered his mouth onto mine again, his tongue lightly fondling the tip of mine. He lay against me even more, his enlarged cock pressing hard against me, throbbing in sync with my clitoris. In that moment, I could no longer resist the need I had for him. It was a continued ache inside every functioning part of my body, and I knew he was the cure. I lifted my leg, hiking myself up as I wrapped it around his waist, gladly welcoming him inside me. As my gown fell back, Norvack slipped his hand beneath my thigh, sliding his fingers around to my backside. I tracked my fingers down to his cock and stroked him on the outside of his pants. When I found the head, I gently circled it with the tip of my finger, hoping to make him come. He let out a small breath of pleasure between my lips.

  “Do you want me?” he whispered. I pulled him closer to my mouth, deepening the kiss and nodded fervently. Norvack pulled away. My eyes opened and I grimaced. “I need to hear you say it, Cinder. Tell me.”

  I lingered for a little while, gazing his concerned response, and smiled. “I want you,” I finally said. I slid my fingers into his hair again and his head dropped back. “I wish to have you as my own. Tonight, every night.”

  Norvack returned his eyes to mine. “I wish to take you as mine. Tonight, and for the rest of my life.”

  I breathed in and out of my mouth as he leaned down to kiss me again. He sucked on my tongue as if he needed it to breathe and raised his hands to my shoulders, gradually slipping his fingers beneath my gown. I dropped my arms, allowing the gown to slide from my body and to the floor. It fell to a puddle at my feet. Norvack slid his hands up and placed them on my breasts. I whimpered as he cupped and massaged them, and allowed his fingers to glide over my nipples. They hardened again and he dropped his face to my throat, kissing and suckling my skin as he made his way further down. He began sucking my nipple and lightly tugged at it with his teeth. Dear God, I could have died from the amounts of pleasure he gave me.

  I slid my fingers back into his hair and looked down at him, biting my lip as he traveled back and forth between my breasts, licking and biting each one. As he moved further down, kissing my stomach and circling my belly button with his tongue, he stopped at my sweetest spot. He looked up at me, almost as if he were begging permission with his eyes to finally taste me. I bit down harder on my lip and nodded. Norvack immediately swooped me from the floor and carried me over to the bed, carefully laying me down in the center. My hair spread out over his sheets and he grinned with a lustful craving as he looked down at me. I motioned for him and he fell atop, kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and he ran his hands over my hair and stared at my face, appearing to admire and savor my satisfaction.

  “Look at me,” he said. He kissed me again deeply, his tongue slowly massaging against mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my heels into his legs, and glided my fingers up and down his spine, lightly digging my nails into his skin. I felt his thick cock pressing into my thigh and shifted my hips, rubbing myself against it. He pulled back looking into my eyes and smiled. I reached up and kissed him again, savoring his tongue.

  “Mmmm. Norvack,” I muttered. He released my lips and traveled alongside and down my body, kissing and licking, biting and tasting every spare inch of me that he could find. He watched me the entire time. We both grinned wide, feeling an instant connection as he made his way further down, almost as if we were one.

  The moment I felt his mouth on me, I fell back and grasped the bed. I muffled my mouth in the sheets to keep from waking the entire palace with my screams of passion and utter enjoyment. Norvack didn’t care of the satisfying torture he caused. He teased my clit with his teeth and tongue, burying it deep inside me as if he were bathing it with my ecstasy.

  “God…” I said aloud. My toes curled and I dug into his mattress as he dug his fingers into my thighs. My skin prickled and I began convulsing as if I were in the midst of a wild fit. No one had ever managed to gratify me in such a way before with only their tongue and a few fingers! Norvack reached up, cupping my breasts again and sliding my aroused nipples between his fingers. They burned against me. I took one of his hands and placed it between my breasts, allowing him to feel my heart. I moaned again as his tongue wiggled around inside me and flickered against my clit, and began sucking on his fingers, tasting myself. I wanted more, I needed more of him. “Norvack… please.” He slid his tongue up and down against my lips and kissed me one last time as he rubbed my nipples with his middle fingers. Then he slid off the bed and stood upright. He grabbed the edge of his riding pants and started to pull at them when I sat up. “No!” I cried. I crawled to the edge of the bed, my hair sprawled over my breasts, and placed my hands at his trim waist. Despite still being covered, his erection was in full view. I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking it in the manner of the worlds sweetest candy.

  I was convinced by then that I wanted to taste him as much as, if not more than he had always desired to taste me. I slipped my fingers beneath the rim of his riding pants and slid them down to his knees. The shape and perfect symmetry of his cock was glorious, approximately ten inches long and straight, and wide enough to fulfill me for years to come. My eyes widened as I continued pulling his pants to the floor. “Mmmmm.” I placed one hand on it, dropping my fingers around it one by one, gently sliding it up and down. Norvack twitched. I looked up at him and leaned forward, circling and flicking the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue, and swallowing the sweet yet salty taste of his pre-come. My lips covered his ent
ire cock within seconds. I slid it in and out of my mouth with ease, taking my time to savor his taste. His breathing heightened as he tenderly pumped into my mouth and I watched him face the ceiling as I licked every inch of his cock and held his balls, lightly squeezing and playing with them. I reached around and grabbed onto his plump backside. It was so muscular, I was tempted to nibble it in the manner of a freshly picked apple. The longer I played with his backside and cock, the more I could tell he was about to explode.

  “I need to be inside you,” he said. “I need to release myself inside you.” I pouted and reluctantly freed him and moved back onto the center of the bed. Norvack eagerly climbed on top of me and lifted my leg, thus lifting me a little from the bed, and placed it over his shoulder, clutching my calf. He played with me for a bit, stroking the hood of cock against my clit before plunging into me. I cried out in a squeal of delight as a feeling of rapture overcame me almost immediately; my body tingled as if it had just been set on fire by a well lit torch. He started pacing himself, happily taking his time with each thrust, grunting and moaning simultaneously. It was almost as if my satisfaction mattered more to him than his own. He slid his hand down to my thigh and placed the other on my stomach, moving it up to my breasts again, squeezing them. He leaned forward, pushing my thigh back to my chest and shoved himself deeper and deeper into me. I felt he couldn’t go deep enough and began to lose all consciousness in gratification. The only thing that brought me back to the surface was his hand on my face as we shook the bed in unison, the posts banging against the walls, the mattress moving from place on the rods. “Look at me,” he said. I placed my hand on top of his and opened my eyes. His shone bright, nearly glowing, elevating the feeling of pleasure within me.

  As he slapped his balls against me, I came close to orgasm and softly called his name. There was almost an ethereal tone to my voice; I felt as if my body was hovering over itself, looking down on us both. I squeezed my pelvis tight and called out his name again, stronger this time, but he muffled my voice with his tongue.