by Opal Carew
A smiling Kadin caressed her body with tender strokes. She touched his cheek, stared into his midnight eyes, and yearned for something she'd never experienced before. Love and the gentle touch of a man. Her hand glided down his tightly-muscled chest, over his belly, to his large erection. Then she did something she'd only read about before. She wrapped her hand around a man's penis. It throbbed in her grip. Longing jolted through her.
He eased her onto her back.
"Let me make love to you, my darling," he murmured.
"Yes, Kadin. Make love to me."
He climbed over her and his hard shaft nudged between her legs.
"Oh, yes."
His cock pushed between her folds—just a little—then stopped.
She slid her hands around his hips and tried to pull him forward, but still he held back.
"Oh, please," she cried
"Angelica?"
She wanted him so badly.
"Kadin, please."
"Angelica?"
Her eyes opened. It had only been a dream.
Yet, staring down at her was Kadin, his face bathed in moonlight. He lay stretched out beside her, his hard, muscular body pressed close to hers.
She could deny it no longer. No matter the consequences, she wanted him.
Reaching out her hand, she stroked his cheek.
"Touch me."
He gazed down at her, hesitant.
"No games," she assured. "I want you to touch me, to …"
She knew what she wanted, but she couldn't find the words.
She didn't have to. He leaned toward her and brushed her lips lightly with his own. The sensual bliss of his touch shimmered through her. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her. Her tongue flicked between his lips and danced along his tongue, first curling under it, and then stroking over the top.
He groaned and dragged her tight to his body, crushing her breasts against his tautly-muscled chest. Soft to hard. Her nipples rigid pebbles, driving into him. He stroked her hair from her face, and then kissed her neck, wrenching a sharp moan from her at the exquisite pleasure.
He stroked around her ribcage and stopped an inch from her breast. He captured her gaze.
"You're sure?"
She nodded. "Absolutely."
She ran her fingers along his thick, muscled shoulders, then over his broad chest. When she toyed with his nipple, a tight, hard bead, he groaned. She licked it, then sucked it into her mouth, loving the guttural grunts of pleasure he made.
"Woman, you are driving me over the edge."
He flipped her onto her back and climbed over her, while grasping both wrists. He held them over her head and stared down at her.
"No mistakes this time. Tell me what you want."
He sat on her hips, his groin pressed against hers, his black briefs and the thin cotton of her gown the only barrier between their naked flesh. She shifted slightly and he leaned forward, pressing his long, hard erection, against her. She felt lightheaded at the thought of the pleasure that lay ahead.
"I want you to make love to me."
He smiled. "Really?"
"Yes." She arched her chest, thrusting her breasts toward him. "I want you to kiss and caress my breasts. To draw them into your mouth and suck on my nipples."
She couldn't believe how much saying these things turned her on. She arched her hips up, grinding their groins together, making him groan.
"I want you to show me that huge … uh …"
"Erection?" he offered helpfully. "Penis?" He pressed tight against her and his voice lowered. "Cock?"
"Show me that huge cock of yours." Her voice, like his, had lowered to a throaty, sexy purr. "Rip off my clothes and drive that rock-hard cock into me."
He grabbed the neckline of her gown and tore it straight down and flung the scraps of fabric aside, then he swallowed her breast into his mouth, drawing hard.
She gasped, feeling faint from the intense pleasure. He sucked on the other nipple and she felt dripping pleasure oozing between her legs. His fingers nudged her thighs apart, then slid into her.
"Oh, my." She bit off her words as he stroked along her slit and found her clitoris.
Potent pleasure rocked through her, rending her speechless as tiny gasps quivered through her. He teased the tiny bundle of flesh and a warm wash of pleasure flooded through her.
"Oh, yes … Oh, God …" Then she wailed.
As her world tilted, then shook in spasms, she floated back to reality and tried to catch her breath then, when she felt his rock-hard member nudge against her delicate, private flesh, she felt a jolt of anxiety.
"Wait."
"You don't want this?" His eyebrows arched and she wondered if he would stop now if she asked.
"It's not that." She did not want to admit to him she was a virgin. It might scare him off.
He smiled. "You said to drive my rock-hard cock into you."
"Yes. I did say that. I just … well, I haven't even had a chance to see it yet."
His smile broadened. "Of course."
He rolled onto his back. His huge erection pushed out the top of his black briefs, which he quickly stripped off. Now his cock stood straight up, almost unnerving in its length and diameter.
She had to feel it in her hands. She touched the tip with her finger, then dragged it down his length. Her fingers curled around the base, her fingertips unable to meet. Her hand only covered a third of its length. She had never seen a penis close up before, but she got the definite impression this was bigger than most. But, then again, everything about this man was larger than life.
She slid her hand up and down, then leaned forward and licked the tip of him.
He groaned, encouraging her. She opened her mouth and eased it over the head, wrapping her lips around the ridge beneath, then swirled her tongue around and around the tip. He slid his fingers through her hair and his palm caressed her face. Her other hand found the heavy, furred balls between his legs and she held them delicately in her hand.
"Oh, sweetheart. Yes."
She moved her mouth up and down, lapping at his shaft with her tongue, then she squeezed him within her mouth. He guided her head up and down, for a few seconds, then she followed the rhythm he'd set. She squeezed him hard and increased speed. She felt his body tense and she sucked deeply, then stroked him behind his balls, along the perineum. He gasped, and then suddenly her mouth flooded with hot liquid.
Stunned, she realized she'd made him come. She swallowed the salty liquid, feeling somewhat pleased with herself. She might not be experienced, but she seemed to have some natural talent.
She released him, laying his flaccid penis reverently on his stomach. He tugged her toward him and cuddled her to his chest.
"Are you trying to avoid the inevitable, love? If you think you've drained me of passion, you are mistaken."
He took her hand and pressed it to his cock, which was already inflating to life. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her passionately, then lapped at her nipple. He alternated, licking one nipple and caressing the other with his hand, then switching. Within moments, his cock stood at full attention, looking menacingly able to give her pleasure.
She longed to feel it inside her dripping pussy, yet a very virginal fear gripped her. What if it hurt? It was so big, it would definitely hurt. What if it was too big? What if, after all this, he couldn't even get it inside her?
He pressed the tip to her wet pussy.
She shifted.
"I … uh …"
"My love, you can't tell me you're not ready." His finger stroked along her sopping wet pussy. He grinned as he held his glistening finger in front of her. "I have evidence here that proves you are more than ready."
"It's just that …" She couldn't tell him she was a virgin. She stared at his enormous, intimidating cock. "Your … uh ..."
"Cock?"
"Yes. Cock. It's so big. I'm just a bit … nervous."
"So you don't want me to drive my enormous c
ock into you?"
"Didn't I say rock-hard cock?"
"Perhaps you did." He grinned. "But I think you meant enormous cock."
"Well, it is pretty enormous," she agreed.
He leaned forward to kiss her tenderly, then murmur against her ear, "Don't worry, my love. I would never hurt a woman in love play." He kissed her cheek. "I would never hurt you."
As he said that, he eased forward, his cock pushing into her folds. The wide head stretched her delicate flesh, but she wanted it inside her. Desperately.
"You're so tight."
"Oh, go deeper," she moaned against his ear.
"Maybe I shouldn't ..."
She nipped his ear, and then blew in it and he jerked forward.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, partly in pain, partly in pleasure. Better to get it done with. "Now," she insisted, as he drew partly out. "Drive it in hard and deep. Oh, Kadin, do it. Fuck me fast and hard."
The word shocked her through and through, but it thrilled her, too. And she knew that's what she needed to do to prod Kadin on.
The shock value worked. He lunged forward and pain shattered through her. She whimpered as she clutched him close to her body, holding him tight, waiting for the pain to subside.
"Angelica, are you … were you … a virgin?"
She stared at him with wide eyes, unable to hide the truth. His expression turned stormy.
Oh, God. Please don't let him stop now.
She eased her hips away a little and arched forward again, driving him deep inside her.
"Kadin, just f—"
He captured her mouth with his, stopping her words.
"No! Don't say it again." He glared at her. "I will make love to you. With respect and honor."
He eased back, then glided forward. His cock stroked the length of her vagina. His groin ground against her clitoris. He drew back and glided forward again. Her insides melted around him. As his gentle strokes increased to deep thrusts, she began to moan. As they evolved to fast, plunging thrusts, she wailed continuously.
Her whole body blossomed into an aching, pulsing, nerve ending, stimulated beyond the point of pleasure to a new level of sensation. As if heaven and earth had collided, the tumultuous sensations spiraled her to ecstasy. Heat blazed through every cell in her body as her consciousness expanded beyond time and space. She clung to Kadin, knowing he would guide her through this erotic, pleasurable death of innocence.
The intense orgasm washed through her, pounding every sense to mush, then twirling them back to life. She gasped and collapsed, still clinging to this incredible man.
Kadin held her close, stroking her hair. She fell asleep in his arms.
Shock still cascaded through him at the realization she'd given him her innocence.
"Angelica, what have you done?" he murmured.
Chapter 8
Angelica opened her eyes to see Kadin's face inches from her own, sunlight streaming across his handsome features. She felt aches in places she'd never felt aches before. She longed to reach out and stroke his cheek, but a sick feeling quivered through her stomach as she realized what she'd done last night.
She'd thrown herself at a virtual stranger, giving up what she'd so jealously guarded for years. To a man who had intimidated her and threatened to punish her for a debt she did not owe.
She rolled away from him, fighting back tears.
Kadin opened his eyes to the bright, morning sunshine. He smiled as he gazed at Angelica, only inches away, her long, flowing hair draped across the sapphire-blue pillowcase.
Maybe there could be something lasting between them. He pushed himself up on his elbow and gazed at her sweet profile. He reached out to touch a wisp of hair that lay across her forehead, then stroked it away. Her eyes opened and she tilted her head to focus on him. No joy lit her beautiful, emerald eyes.
"Have I paid my debt yet?"
He froze as her voice, flat and emotionless, cut through him.
So, during the hours of closeness they had shared, for her it had been merely something to get through. A paying of a debt he'd demanded.
Anger scoured through him. That didn't excuse her tricking him.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?"
She arched her eyebrow.
"You didn't ask."
His teeth gnashed together.
"I never meant to take something of such value from you."
"You said it was a woman's only value," she shot back
He clenched his fists. "I didn't mean your virginity. The value of that is far greater than you should have paid."
Angelica pushed herself to a sitting position.
"Are you saying, had you known, you wouldn't have demanded the payment you did?"
And it was payment, Angelica reminded herself. Damn, how the cold light of day could change one's perspective.
He glared at her, holding his silence.
Damn him. He had tricked her into doing things she would never ordinarily have done, and now he seemed to think he had the right to be angry at her. And that made her even angrier.
"It's just as well. Now that I've jumped into the water, so to speak, I might as well take up swimming."
He tensed. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Before, I was always looking for that someone extra-special. There was that sense of saving something special just for him. Now… well, let's just say I've lost that psychological barrier."
She didn't know why she'd said it, just that she wanted to strike out at him and, somehow, she knew it would get to him.
Kadin's gut clenched at the thought of any other man touching her. A consuming need drove him to pull her into his arms and capture her lips with his. The suddenness of his movement triggered a startled gasp from her lips, and he drew in her breath, letting it fill him with her sweetness.
The only man who should ever be allowed to touch her was him. The man she had saved herself for, that someone extra-special, should have been him.
It had been him.
She could not take that away from him.
She should not be allowed to share that special gift with any other man. Ever.
He released her lips, then leaped to his feet and strode from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Naja arrived with one of the other women who'd helped dress Angelica yesterday. Naja introduced her as Jazlyn. They fussed over Angelica, urging her into a warm bath, then washing her hair with the sweet, jasmine scented shampoo.
Afterward, dressed in a cool, pastel pink, gauze gown, she enjoyed a simple breakfast of pastries and coffee, then sat on the balcony and enjoyed the morning breeze.
Naja had returned Angelica's purse, so she pulled out one of her novels. As she read the part where the hero ravaged the young woman he'd kidnapped. Angelica couldn't get Kadin, and the arousing feel of his hands on her body, out of her mind.
She closed the book and slumped back in the lounge chair, cursing herself. Why had she been such a fool? She'd been so afraid that the morning would shatter the magic she'd found in his arms last night, so sure what they'd done had meant nothing to him, other than a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, that she'd come out fighting instead of waiting to gauge his mood.
She fidgeted with the book and tossed it on the table beside her chair. She had purposely hidden her virginal status from him, specifically because she selfishly wanted him to make love to her and feared he might have stopped.
It seemed she'd been right about that. He would have stopped.
In a way, she was just as guilty of using him as he was of using her. Maybe more.
Now, she realized she'd boxed him into a corner. He would not approach her again. He was struggling with a matter of honor.
She longed to see the unguarded Kadin of last night once again. The sweet lover who had laughed with her, who had given her the sweetest pleasure she had ever experienced.
Her body longed for his touch. He would probably send her away now, presuming his original purpose,
to have her repay a debt—even though she now suspected that had been a ruse—was complete. He seemed to consider it overpaid.
She wanted to experience him again as a lover. She wanted to see if there could be more between them.
She had to find a way to draw him back to her bed.
"It is hot. Too hot for you, I think."
Angelica turned at the sound of a Jazlyn's voice.
She was right about the heat. Angelica's light gown was drenched with sweat and the air felt like a giant weight pressing down on her.
"There is a pool. Cool water. You come?"
"That's a wonderful idea." Angelica stood and followed Jazlyn inside.
They crossed the bedroom, then out the door to the wide hallway leading to other parts of the palace. The cool marble floor felt good on her bare feet.
A few moments later, she followed Jazlyn into a private courtyard, filled with flowers. They walked past the fragrant garden towards a large pool with soft, curved edges. What captured her attention, however, were the women. At least twenty of them, all totally naked, lounged around and in the pool.
Jazlyn stripped off her gown and glanced at Angelica expectantly. At first, she hesitated, then decided there was no point in being shy. Kadin would not come out here. He wanted to stay away from Angelica, she was sure. And the women wouldn't care about her nudity.
She tugged the gown over her head and Jazlyn plucked it from her hands and laid it in a heap with her own. As they stepped toward the pool, Angelica couldn't help staring at all the beautiful, naked woman-flesh. There were small breasted and large breasted women, petite to voluptuous. All happily relaxed with their nudity. Angelica leaned over the pool and splashed a little water on the hot stone edging to cool it off, then sat and dangled her legs in the water.
"Oh, miss, you must be careful of your fair skin. The sun will burn it crisp."
Jazlyn sat beside her and pulled a jar from a bag she'd carried with her.
Naja appeared beside Angelica.
"Good afternoon." Naja plucked a brush from the bag and brushed Angelica's hair with long, soothing strokes, then twisted it and clipped it at the back of her head.
