Perspective

I drew a shaky breathe and I my hands began a journey of their own. I started at his hands. His nails were short and well groomed, like royalty, but his knuckles and his palms were lightly callused, as if he had labored in the fields as well. I could feel the strength in his hands and the gentleness as well. I shuddered at the though of what his hands might do next. I glided my hands up his arms and felt the muscles there, like bands of steel encased in silk. I moved to his shoulders and felt the sinews there jump at my touch. The heat that radiated off of him was like that of the fire crackling beside us.

My hands journeyed on to his face and neck. I could feel the blood rushing under his skin, and I thought that I could hear the hum of it as well…or was that my blood?

I brought my hand to his cheek and teased his sideburn with my thumb. He caught my hand in his own. He lightly kissed my palm, but it felt as if his lips had branded me with their heat. His breathe had increased rapidly and his eyes had turned to burning blue ice. In an instant I saw the animal within, and knew that there was no escape…none that I wanted…or needed.

My pulse was racing, I felt as though this were my first time engaging in love-play. And indeed it was…….with him. The rules were different here…the consequences.

I felt as if I were under a watch glass and every sensation I felt was magnified 100 times. My heart was pounding and I thought that if I looked down, I would see it hammering its way out of my chest.

Ladislao seemed to read my thoughts, perhaps they were just as clearly displayed, and chuckled. “You seem a bit nervous, my dear…let me assure that you have nothing to fear, nor will you ever.”

“My lord, nothing in my experience, it seems, has prepared me for this night. I might as well be untouched as the day I was born,” I replied.

With that gathered me too him. He captured my lips in a kiss that touched my soul. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and returned the kiss with as much passion as I could convey.

I felt, rather than heard, his moan of pleasure at my response. His hands were everywhere at once, sparking fires wherever they touched. I was burning alive and craving more………