*Disclaimer* Sex is much more dirty on paper than in deed, so you have been warned! I cut out the ending because it is even more graphic and I don't want to get anyone upset at me. If you want to see it all, email me and I will send it to you through our myspace email.
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Areana entered the bedchamber and turned to slam the door. William caught it before she had the chance to slam it in his face.
"Your bedchamber is down the hall my lord, or are you too stricked with drink to have noticed?"
"I miss nothing as of late, my lady."
"And yet you are still here." She was not about to let him intimidate her. She was not his wife yet, and if she got her way she would never be.
Irritated, she started for the trunk. Panic set over her when she caught sight of William beginning to disrobe.
"What are you doing?" She choked out.
He looked amused. "I'm getting into bed. It's been a long night of watching you fall all over that peacock you call a man, and I do protest my lady, I have had my fill of it." He pulled off his tunic and began undoing the laces to his breeches. " If I have to witness just one more time the way he tries to touch you when ever he can, I shall run him through and be done with him."
"You cannot stay here."
Areana was about to tell him just where he could go, when he stalking up to her. She backed up as far as she could go. She was trapped. She watched in dismay as he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"Which side of the bed is mine?" He whispered.
Areana felt the cold of the stone bite into her flesh straight through the fabric of her dress as he pressed her against the wall of the bedchamber. He was way to close to her. She suddenly found it hard to breath, as if the air had become too heavy to enter her lungs. She braced herself with her hand on his bare chest, and tried to justify to herself why it lingered there.
"Let go of me or I shall scream!" She pushed on his chest and tried to wiggle free, but he was unmovable. "You cannot sleep in here."
"Why would I want to do that Princess? You are to be my wife. Is it not my right, given to me by my King and God alike to take to your bed, or anything else I see fit in taking for that matter?"
William lifted her chin so she would look at him. "Is it not Princess?"
"Stop calling me that! Let go of me." She pushed against him but to no avail.
His breath was fanning her face and she swallowed audibly. He smelled of wine and wood smoke, and something else entirely different, something enticing and distinctly male. Why is she always so unnerved whenever she is near him? She has to get some distance between them or she will go mad!
William ignored her protests. He pinned her arms above her head as his mouth claimed her lips. His free hand resting behind her neck and his thumb traced her earlobe.
It was a bruising kiss, hard and unrelenting. Not at all like the gentle kiss they had shared this morning. This kiss was much more demanding, much more dangerous. When he ended the kiss, Areana released the breath she had not been aware of holding.
"Please call for Helen, I wish to retire." She managed to say without appearing winded. Their eyes met once more and she could not think.
She had to find some way to distract him. She felt her resolve crumbling with each passing second. There was no telling where this would lead if she didn't find some way to get him to leave.
"Funny my lady, you do not look the least bit weary to me. You look drawn tight as a bow string ready to pop."
"If I were my lord, I would let my arrow fly straight at your black heart, you scoundrel."
His only reply was a smile.
"Please summon my attendant." She repeated.
With astonishing quickness, William turned her to face the wall of the chamber. Areana's mouth flew open to protest, but her voice died in her throat.
"Allow me to attend you, my lady."
William's adept fingers began unlacing the stays that ran the back length of her dress. As the garment parted, he kissed every inch of her back through the fabric of her chemise. Areana could feel his mouth, hot and wet, soak straight through the fabric of her chemise and seep into her flesh. She was slowly loosing the will to fight him.
Areana let her head fall back and a mass of dark brown hair escaped its clasp, spilling her waist long hair and sending it cascading down her back, the scent of lavender escaping her tresses. She could feel him weave his hand through her hair. She could feel him move it aside so he could kiss her neck with those lips, the same lips that she could not seem to take her eyes off of every time he spoke. She could feel his hard manhood pressed against her back. Dear God what is he doing to her? How can she let this continue? Her eyes shut as he tilted her head and demanded more of her flesh. Her knees threatened to buckle.
She must stop him!
"Please." She sighed.
"Do you feel what you do to me princess? Can you feel what you do to me?"
She felt dizzy. Areana was sure that if she were not braced against his body she would fall to the ground like the first spring rain.
William slid the dress down her body and let it fall to the floor. Areana swayed slightly and he caught her round her slender waist.
"I think I have had too much wine, my lord." Her words were barely a whisper.
"Nay princess, you have had barely a sip." We cooed. "Tis passion that moves you this night."
What was happening to her? She hated this man. Why was she letting him undress her, letting him touch her? And worse, she welcomed that touch. She wanted his hands on her body. She wanted his mouth on her skin. She relished the way his eyes were on her when she entered the room, the way they lingered there to the point of distraction.
He seized her mouth once more. Parting her lips, he darted his tongue inside her mouth, drinking in her sweet breath. This time she returned his kiss, and heard him groan. Their tongues played and teased each other. His hand found the pink bud of her breast, and he gently stroked in until it tightened beneath his fingertips. She vaguely noticed that she let out a small cry.
William slid the straps of her chemise down her arms. He traced the curve of her breast with his tongue and his weather rough hands. She cannot take much more of this. The heat of the fire that blazed in the hearth was nothing compared to the smoldering heat that William's body was stoking in Areana. She felt on fire.
She entwined her fingers in his hair as his mouth returned to hers. Reality threatened to wake her from this dream as fear set in once more. She had to stop this.
"We must stop this. I…" Her words were lost as he kissed her once more. "I cannot." She finished.
"If I am to have you princess, I am to have all of you. I have no need of a wife who lays lifeless beneath me while she fulfills her wifely duties. I want all of you. I will have you wanting me. And every cry, every whimper, every sigh from your lips will be my name, not because you have to but because you want to."
"Tell me this is what you want." He demanded.
"Tell me this is what you crave." He took her hand and pressed it the point of his desire.
She could tell he saw the fear in her eyes. She knew that William wanted more than just her sense of duty and an heir, as she had promised him she would give. He wanted all of her, body, heart, and soul. She just wasn't sure if she could give him all of that, not yet.
"Tell me." He pleaded against her lips.
"Please." It was her only reply. She didn't trust herself to say more.
"Nay, I'll not stop until I have your words, either way." William was panting. She could see the effort in his restraint.
She tried to steady her breathing, tried to slow her racing heart. For an instant she was torn between loving and hating this man she had tried so hard to despise. But did she despise him? Had he not proven himself honorable more than once since she had met him?
"Aye, I want you. God help me William I want you." She said breathless.
William needed no more encouragement. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He pulled the chemise over her head and she felt the heat of his gaze as he took in the sight of her naked body stretched out before him. She resisted the urge to cover herself.
"You are beautiful, my lady."
Their eyes locked for what seemed like a lifetime before he removed the remainder of his cloths. She watched in amazement as his male form, in all its glory, was suddenly revealed to her. He was magnificent. His sun tanned skin glistened in the light of the fire, stretched to capacity to cover the sinew of his sculpted body.
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(blushing) Hope you liked it. I still have to proof read some more and inject some more details and emotion into it, but this is the rough draft.
