Page 33 of Knight of Chaos
“You would deny me?” he asked. His breath left her trembling in anticipation of what he was about to do to her. He kissed her inner thigh whilst awaiting her answer.
She shook her head even though she was unsure of what to expect. “Nay… never,” she whispered even as she began to tremble in anticipation.
“Then surrender to me and let me taste you as I have wanted to do for weeks,” he said before placing another kiss upon her other thigh.
“But Theo—”
“Shhh, Ingrid. Lay back and enjoy the moment,” he ordered.
She did as she was told until his mouth touched her most inner, private place. She almost bolted off the bed until his large hands held her back down in place. And then she could no longer think because of the pleasure that coursed through her entire body and all but consumed her. Never had she felt this way before. ’Twas all because of Theobald. He took her higher than the heavens and when she could almost stand this sweet torture no longer, her body shattered all around her. She called out his name and heard his deep rumble of laughter while her body slowly came back down to earth.
He kissed his way up her body until he was laying down beside her, his fingers trailing over her hot skin once more. She peeked at him between her lowered lashes and saw he continued to watch her closely until her breathing returned to normal. She was so embarrassed to have had him downthere—at such an intimate part of her body—that she turned away from him. Her cheeks must be flushed as red as her hair.
He took a firm hold of her chin, turning her head so she had little choice other than stare into his mesmerizing green eyes. “Do not hide yourself from me, dearest Ingrid. We have only just begun to play,” he said with a roguish grin. His tone was calming, and she could only ponder what he had in store for them next.
“Wine?” she asked through a parched throat.
“Of course,” he murmured giving her the opportunity to watch his magnificent backside when he left the bed and strode across the room. He poured wine into a chalice, taking a large sip for himself, before he turned the rim and held the cup out to her.
“A lover’s gesture,” she remarked knowing the custom of placing her lips where his had just touched. She took a drink, handing over the goblet before coming to kneel upon the bed.
“Aye, although you have yet to know me fully,” he said staring down upon her. He was every inch the warrior she expected him to be without his garments and she was enjoying the view before her.
“May I… touch you?” Her words caught in her throat knowing she had never been this bold in her entire life.
He took her hands, placing them on his naked chest. “Anywhere you wish, my sweet.”
A slow grin spread across her face whilst her fingertips began to explore every rigid muscle beneath her hands. She traced the ridges of his stomach, marveling at the difference between his body and hers. And then she explored even lower. A hiss left him when she reached for his manhood. She swiftly let go thinking she had hurt him until his hand wrapped around her wrist and brought her fingers back so she could continue her exploration. The skin was silken and far softer than she’d thought it would be for something hard and ready to take her.
She continued to run her hand up and down until a moan left him and she quickly found herself beneath her handsome knight.
“I cannot wait any longer, dearest Ingrid. Forgive me for the pain that I am about to cause,” he whispered in her ear.
Theobald entered her until he met the barrier of her virginity. He began to kiss her, and she was so lost in what he was doing to her mouth that she forgot all else until he plunged fully into her body. A sharp cry passed her lips and he patiently waited until the pain subsided and she became accustomed to his size.
’Twas not long until he began to move, and she began matching him in the rhythm known throughout all time. If Ingrid had thought Theobald had taken her to the heavens before, then now was no comparison. Higher and higher did they soar together until she came alive for him like white hot lightning exploding across a midnight sky. He called out her name when he, too, found his release, and she felt his seed pulsing inside of her.
Her breathing coming in short gasps, Theobald rolled over next to her whilst he pulled her up against his body. Her head rested upon his chest, and she could hear for herself his heartbeat beneath her ear. The rapid staccato more than told her how affected he was by their coupling. She smiled in satisfaction that she had pleased him.
“Theo…” she began whilst her fingers once more ran over his heated flesh. “That was wonderful.”
He bent forward and kissed the top of her head. “Aye. ’Twas better than I had hoped our love making would be for your first time. Now, sleep. The morn will come soon enough and with it our obligations, which will take precedence over my desire to keep you in my bed.”
Ingrid yawned. “I like the idea of staying in your bed.”
“’Tis good because I have no intention of letting you leave it, my dear.”
Content that she was safe in Theobald’s arms, Ingrid slept. And when she dreamt this time, ’twas of her handsome knight and a life that they began to live together.
Chapter Twenty-One
Theobald awoke tothe sound of someone banging on his bedchamber door. Whoever was on the other side of the wooden portal better have an extremely urgent matter to be causing such a ruckus and disturbing him at such an ungodly hour. After being up most of the night with the fair Ingrid, Theobald had had little to no sleep.
Moving the arms that were gently wrapped around him, he placed a kiss on the inside of Ingrid’s wrist and watched when a beautiful smile crept it way across her features. She was lovely in the morn, and he decided there was no need to wake her as yet. She would need to leave soon to begin her duties attending the Empress…but there should still be a little more time for them to spend together first. Leaving the warmth of his bed, he quickly grabbed a robe. Wrapping the linen around his body, he took up his sword, and slid the bolt from the door. He opened the portal a crack to peer into the corridor. Reynard and Richard stood waiting none too patiently.
“We are summoned to have speech with the Empress,” Richard said with a lifted brow. “That is if you can tear yourself away from your companion.”
“At this hour?” Theobald inquired knowing the sun had not fully risen.
