Heaven's blog: "My Novel"

Okay, you all know the deal with the love scenes...sex is more extreme on paper, so if you get offended easily I suggest you meander around the children's section instead of reading my scene.... Also a word to the men in my life who are reading this....this is not men's porn, this is for the ladies. It is not meant to be vulgar...it is supose to be flowery, so if that sort of thing makes you gag, just don't read it. I don't think you will gag though, so you may want to read it! *** "Milord." William turned to find his wife taking to the stairs behind him. He stopped to let her catch up to him. "What are you doing up at this hour milady? You should be abed." The troches in the tower made deep shadows dance off her golden skin. Her chestnut hair was pulled up in loose curls, a few escaping their captive hold. He smiled as she looked up at him from the step below with a smile on her sweet lips. Lips he had imagined kissing since this morning. "You are so beautiful." He remarked. She was so close to him he could feel the slight pant of her sweet breath against his chest. He missed her. He did not get to see her since they broke their fast together this morning, and he could not get her out of his mind since that time. Has she no idea the affect she has on him? Is she immune to this feeling or is he reading her reactions wrong? She was wearing naught but her shift and a cloak to cover her. He was amazed she had left their chamber dressed like that. It was so unlike her. "I have missed you milord. Has the day gone well for you?" "Such a formal greeting for a wife to a husband. I would have thought you could do better than that, milady." Areana smiled at his tease. He watched as her expression changed from timid into a playful temptress. She could be so shy at times, and other times so alluring. She leaned closer to him to whisper into his ear. "And is this more to your liking, milord?" William's body tightened at the bold touch of her hand on his breeches as she began to unlace them. Her eyes never leaving his. She was no longer the shy maiden she once was. They had made love several times since they were first together and each time she had gotten more confident in her exploration. Each time she had matched his movements. Each time he had thought her more and more captivating. He buried his hands in her hair as he pulled her lips to his. Her curls slowly unraveled, leaving a trail of silken waves in their wake. His kiss was urgent and hard, and she did not pull away from him. Areana's mouth opened and welcomed his kiss with the same intensity as his. She stepped up to reach for him and that was all the encouragement he needed. He backed her up against the smooth stonewall of the stairway, his hand roaming under her shift. The cloak fell forgotten to the floor. She wanted him that was evident. She was warm and wet, and he slipped a finger inside her. The sound he was rewarded with was purely feminine. He had never heard a more glorious sound in all his life. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he grabbed her thigh and lifted her onto his hips. The hard evidence of his arousal pressed against her inner thigh. "My God how I've missed you. I feel like we have been apart for days." He cooed into her ear. "This is maddening." She sighed. They laughed as they kissed one another. Areana laced her arms around his neck. She was so perfect, he thought to himself, so perfect in every way. His fingers unlaced the stays on the front of her shift, allowing his hands access to her newly exposed skin. He could smell the honeysuckle scent of her skin and could not resist tasting the flesh on her neck, her shoulder, and her breast. His hand cupped her softly as he kissed her again and again. Areana reluctantly broke off the kiss to look into his eyes. "I want you." She said breathlessly. William knew they didnt have much time to be together without being discovered. The sentry would be back to check on the tower in a few short minutes. He didn't want her to be embarrassed should the sentry stumble upon them. "Then you shall have me milady." William heard the sweet cry she let out as he entered her. He felt her hold around his neck tighten slightly as she kissed him. Her fingers ran through his hair. He paused only a few seconds to give her body time to adjust to him. Her warmth enveloped him, and he closed his eyes as he let out a deep breath, their foreheads touching. She felt so right. How in the world had he found someone so perfect for him? The sound of their lovemaking echoed softly in the passage, their bodies in the wild throws of passion. Areana arced her body against him as he drove himself deeper inside of her. They rocked together in a rhythmic dance until higher and higher their passion mounted. The tension was building inside of him. He could feel her body tighten as a wave of pleasure caressed her. Her moans were stifled by his lips as he drank from her lips once more. William tightened his hold on her thighs as he drove harder against her. He was nearing the end of his endurance when his body's release came. In a rush of emotion his seed was spilled inside her, and if not for the wall they would have nearly collapsed against one another. They sank slowly to the ground, still entwined together. He sat her astride him on the step as he kissed her softly. "I will love you forever." He promised her. "And I, you." She replied as she held him tighter. *** Well, let me know what you think. I am anxious to get your reactions this time. Oh and Martha and Mara, was that enough PENETRATION for ya? lol As always it has been a pleasure to share my dirty little mind with you....

*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. *** 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. *** (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.

Sparks flew through the night as William's sword clashed with his adversary's. He dealt blow after blow with expert skill. The knight became winded under William's assault. He was no match for the Norman's powerful aggression. With one final blow the man fell and William charged forward. He ran toward the next solder. The man was huge, with bulging muscles and a stomach to match. He carried a battle-axe and a long wooden shield. William could see the red springs of hair spilling out of his helmet. William struck first, slicing the man across his mid section. The cut was not deep enough to put him down though. He swung at William with the axe. The man missed his mark and hit the metal of William's shield. William's army was advancing behind him. Some men were on horse back, others on foot. The sound of metal against metal was everywhere. Men yelled in agony, as they lay wounded and dying. Light for the torches in the camp highlighted the chaos. William could smell the tents being burned as he fought his assailant. The man was wounded. Blood spilled from the deep gash across his chest. He attempted to best William and it was a mistake. The man lifted his arms to bring the heavy axe down on William's head, intending to split him in two, but William moved too quickly. He plunged the tip of his sword into the ogre's chest and the man fell to the ground with a resounding thud. William scanned the battlefield. He spotted Rory taking down a man twice his size. The line was holding. His pride in his men was short lived as he searched for Areana. His heart was racing. Where were the knights he had assigned to protect her? He turned in circles trying to spot them, but was no sign of them. William's eyes suddenly fell on one man. He recalled his name as Tomas. He was an excellent fighter and expert swordsman, who distressed him further when he realized the man, was dead. Tomas was slumped on the ground against one of the remaining tents. His throat was cut. Obviously one of Harold's men had gotten the best of him. To William's dismay he spotted a second of those men. The arrow protruding from his lifeless chest told him all he needed to know. Something was terribly wrong. Enraged he began to whirl around searching the crowd for any sign of Areana. There was no sign of her. He charged forward. His sword sliced though the air as men ran toward him. He was able to fend them off easily. He ran straight for one of Harold's men. The man was on his horse. He reached the horse in the other direction to avoid the blow of William's sword, but he could not. The horse pranced nervously as the man was dragged from the horse. William didn't brother to kill the man. He leapt on the horse and headed straight through the camp. Harold must have taken her. He searched for any sign that would indicate what direction they were headed. He spotted several horse tracks leading out into the forest. He had no time. He knew that if he wasted any more time he might never catch up to them. William knew he had to hurry. He could only guess how far they have gone by now. Rory wiped the blood from his long sword. He spat on the dead man and sword an oath under his breath. He glanced up and saw William galloping toward the forest of Rouen. Rory quickly looked around Areana. When he could not see her he called to one of his men. "Brice! Gather ten men and follow me, William needs us." He pointed in the direction William was headed. The man quickly assembled the men and they rode off to Rouen. William's lungs burned with each intake of air. He knew his horse could not keep this pace for much longer. Its nostrils were starting to lather, and it was beginning to tire. He urged the beast on. He was not about to let them escape. He had to find her. Williams heard hoof beats on the ground behind him. Was this an ambush? He turned his head to see who followed and smiled as he saw his colors blazing despite the cloak of night. "Rory." He rode on they would catch up. When William reached the tree line the path became narrow. Branches from the trees scraped against his shield leaving little scrapes in the painted dragon symbol. His eyes began to adjust to the night and the horse slowed its pace slightly. The beast managed the rocky terrain well. Up ahead, deep in the weather bare trees he noticed a small light flicker. They were close he could feel it. As the light from the torches the men were carrying became more apparent he slowed his horse. He would give his men some time to catch up and they will surround them. (hope you liked it)