Chapter 11 Valeria
The hushed whispers shared between females by and large described sex, especially the first time, as something to be tolerated at best.
So, whatever they must have been doing, it wasn’t this.
Because, oh my God.
I hadn’t even known my body could make me feel so good. Vasile kept me on my back, with my legs spread, and filled me with powerful thrusts of his cock.
At first, it was as if my body was splitting in two, but the longer he stayed inside me and the more comfortable I became, the more and more I felt that it really was heaven on earth being there in his arms.
Impaled upon him.
At his mercy.
His thick erection stuffed me utterly full and I clenched around him, every muscle I didn’t know I had tightening at once. The pleasure was so intense that my foot pinched with a cramp because my toes were so tightly curled.
He stayed there, like that, deep inside me for a moment. Gazing down at me, he moved a lock of my hair aside with his big, rough finger. And then he smiled. And it took my breath away.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice raspy and thick from so much panting and pleasure.
“I need you to know that this is real for me. I feel… intoxicated by you. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt, Princess.”
I nodded, trying to remind myself of the plan. I didn’t want to break his heart, but I couldn’t stay here and I couldn’t marry his brother.
“Let’s just enjoy this moment,” I said, hedging my bets, trying desperately not to fall into those beautiful, mysterious eyes of burnished gold and red that gazed into mine, through mine, into my soul.
“No.” He shook his head. “I can’t enjoy the moment until I know that you understand. I’m not like my brother or my father. I’m not a part of their world.”
My stomach flipped a somersault at his words. Was he trying to convince me to stay? I knew that was impossible.
Or was it?
“You’re nothing like your brother,” I told him.
He nodded. “Valeria, I won’t let you marry him.”
“I don’t want to marry him.”
“Whatever it takes, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen.” He slid forward and I gasped, making him grin. “It won’t happen,” he repeated, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear the words.
He brought his cheek down beside mine, turning away from me slightly, and then sliding his big hands down my butt cheeks to grab me tighter as he drove into me. I ran my hands down his now sweaty back, and inhaled his scent, letting myself get lost in the strength of his body and the richness of his smell. Turning my head slightly, I nibbled his ear lobe. His body responded instantly with a shiver…and a new intensity to his thrusts.
With that change of speed and angle, the room began to spin.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, arching my head back into the pillows.
That tell-tale quiver of my body was starting now, but from the inside out. I’d never experienced any feeling like it. It was pure, complete, and mind-spinning bliss.
“Give me what’s mine,” he growled into my ear.
And I did, oh I did.
I let myself be swept away once more by his power, coming hard and powerfully on his cock, gripping it with all my might as I bit down savagely into his shoulder, sobbing out in pleasure as I came.
The orgasm went on and on, wave after wave, until finally my thighs were shaking and I was so sweaty that my skin was slick against his.
Once he had decided that I’d had enough, he slowed his rhythm and pulled out of me. I responded with a spoiled little whine.
“Don’t be a brat,” he said, under his breath, smiling all the time. “Now get up.” He snapped his fingers and rolled off of me, laying back luxuriously on the pillows in the middle of the bed. I popped up on my shoulder.
The last thing in the world I wanted to do was leave that bed.
“Get up and do what?”
“Get up and don’t fucking argue,” he said.
I was angry at being bossed around like this, and felt a little bit whiplashed as well.
Sometimes I pleased him. Sometimes I frustrated him.
It was hard for me to anticipate just what he’d want and when, even from instant to instant.
And that, I realized as I rolled out of bed, standing on shaking legs, was exactly the point.
“Stay there. Keep your back to me. Put your hands by your sides, fingertips to your thighs.”
For one instant, one half-second, I thought about disobeying him—about putting my hands on my hips and turning right around.
But the idea of that, of displeasing him, it made my heart sink. And so, I obeyed, wordlessly, soundlessly, and stood there in the dark exactly as he had asked.
I never, ever, liked being told what to do, and yet every time I obeyed him and pleased him, I was filled with the most exhilarating rush.
I had long prided myself on my competence and confidence; but with a glance, he stripped that away from me, leaving me entirely naked, body and soul. And in my total nakedness I had to admit the truth to myself: I wanted to please him.
Desperately. Completely.
The sound of a flint lighting an oil lamp broke up my thoughts, and slowly the room filled with soft warm light. I wanted so badly to turn and look at him, but I knew better.
Behind me, I heard the sound of running water. And it took every single fiber of my being to keep myself from turning around.
At my parents’ castle, there were no such luxuries, and likely wouldn’t be in my lifetime. But here, in this mysterious manor house that Vasile had at his disposal, there were indoor swimming pools and central heating and running water and God knows what else.
I listened as Vasile moved around behind me, and then I followed his footsteps around the bed. Finally, he
