Page 60 of Of Blood & Bone: The Young Queen

“Careful, Prince Ronan, there’s a precious package in my pocket.” He looks puzzled for a moment and then he smiles as he realises what I’m referring to.

“Kes did it?” he asks. “She returned with the pennyweed?”

I return his smile twofold. “Yes,” I reply, as I reach into my pocket and take out the small vial.

“By the Goddess,” he exclaims on a low breath before lifting me into his arms and carrying me over to his bed. He takes the vial from me and places it on the small bedside table, then he continues to disrobe me until I am standing before him, naked.

“By the gods, Elinor, you are truly beautiful,” he whispers, before lowering his head to my breast.

He licks at my nipple and then traces the tip of his tongue outward, following the curve of my breast, then he swoops his mouth back again and takes my nipple into his mouth on a hard suck. I cry out in need and grab his shoulders. This earns my nipple some momentary relief as his lips curve into a smile against my breast, but it’s short lived as he resumes his intent suckling on me almost immediately.

I pull at his tunic, desperate to feel his naked flesh upon mine. He pulls away from my breast just long enough to allow the tunic over his head, then he descends like a hungry wolf upon my other breast. I gasp, as a need so deep and feral it causes me to miss my breath ripples through me.

I place feverish kisses along his shoulder and my fingers move to his britches. I quickly loosen them and seconds later he steps out of them as they fall to the floor. He wastes no timeremoving his undergarments and moments later he releases a low groan as I curl my fingers around his manhood.

I go gently at first, massaging, pulling and squeezing as he has taught me, but then I start to increase the speed and intensity until he is thrusting and groaning in unadulterated need. “Don’t stop, Elinor,” he begs and I keep going until he cries out and his seed spills from him and covers my hand.

He sits on the bed, sated and smiling and I gather as much of his seed as possible in the palm of my hand. I reach for the pennyweed but he reaches out and stops me. He picks up the vial. “Allow me.”

He carefully removes the cork and lets a few drops fall onto his seed. Within seconds it turns from milky white to a bright, vibrant blue. I look on in wonder, never thinking I would see such a thing in my lifetime.

“By the Goddess,” I whisper as I look up at him in astonishment.

He simply smiles. “Now do you believe me?” he asks.

I look back down at my palm again, almost expecting to see the seed darken to the dull grey or black I’ve only ever seen, but if anything it has brightened from before.

Then I feel it, a primitive hunger from somewhere deep within me, a primal need I know in the depths of my soul I need to satisfy tonight. I look up into his eyes. “Give it to me,” I demand in a husky whisper but there is no denying the edge to my voice. “Give your seed to me, Prince Ronan. I need it. I need you.”

He looks at me and doesn’t try to hide his surprise. “Elinor, are you asking what I think you’re asking? Are you asking me to make love to you and take your maidenhead?”

I nod and somehow manage to say, “Yes.”

He tenderly places the palm of his hand against my cheek. “Are you sure? Are you ready for that?”

“Yes. I want it to be you. We shall be wed soon and I see no need to wait till then. I’ve missed you these past two days and I ache for you to fill me with your manhood and your seed.”

My words have a pronounced effect upon him and he scoops me up into his arms and places me on his bed. He kisses me tenderly on the lips and, leaning over me with his body, he asks, “Elinor, do you trust me?”

I look into his eyes, two molten orbs of jade, full of care and concern for me. I nod. “Yes. Totally. I totally trust you.”

He smiles and kisses me again. “Then let yourself go. Let me pleasure you and I will do my best to limit the painful part.”

I nod again, incapable of words now. His lips descend on mine, searching and hungry, demanding access to the inner recesses of my mouth, and I happily allow him in. His tongue ravages mine and his lips are at first crushing and merciless before turning tender and soft. He brushes them tantalisingly against mine as his mouth heads down my neck towards my breast.

His lips leave a trail of fire in their wake, and by the time he takes my nipple into his mouth I am burning with need and my body rises up to meet with his. I run my fingers over the muscled ridges of his shoulders and back, all the way down to his buttocks, and marvel at the sheer power of his body. I pull him towards me, eager to feel his naked flesh upon mine.

He cups my other breast and squeezes it in his hand, playing with the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The nipple engorges with need and still he teases it while sucking on my other breast. Lightning bolts of desire shoot to my core and a hard insistent throb starts between my legs. I squirm against him, looking for some sort of relief, but all I achieve is inflaming myself further with need.

Then he releases my nipple from between his thumb and forefinger but only momentarily as I feel him take it betweenhis teeth and mercilessly flick it with his tongue. I cry out at the intense sensation and buck involuntarily underneath him, grabbing at his manhood. “I need you,” I cry but all I get in response is a chuckle.

“Not yet, Elinor, trust me. Not yet.”

His hand glides over the curve of my hip, across my abdomen and down to my womanhood. The evidence of my arousal is so plentiful his finger meets no resistance as it cleaves its way up my slick folds to the pulsing bud of need at the top. His touch is like a bolt of lightning and again I buck against him, this time feeling his manhood at my entrance and I’m tempted to lower myself onto it, such is my desperation to feel him inside me.

“Ah, ah, Elinor,” he whispers against my breast, “not yet. Trust me.”

“I’m not sure how much longer I can keep trusting you, Prince Ronan,” I say on a strangled breath. “I need to feel you inside me. I ache for you.”

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