Conquest by a Queen
Chapter Sixteen

Once they were alone Alaric dropped Isabel’s hand as if it were on fire, and she used the excuse of removing her headdress to turn away and mask how the gesture had hurt her. She knew he wouldn’t be thrilled she had chosen him but he didn’t have to be rude about it.

“What were you thinking, choosing me?” he asked, exasperated.

“I’m sorry, I panicked!” she replied, facing him.

“I didn’t know all… this… would be involved.” Isabel faltered and gestured in irritation. “I just couldn’t stomach the idea of having sex with one of those barbarians out there, and I didn’t know what else to do! It would’ve been awful!”

Alaric hesitated. “And lying with me would not be awful?”

“No! Yes! I don’t know!”

Isabel was suddenly very tired and nearly in tears from the humiliation of having to have this conversation with the prince, so she turned away again. She walked over to the table and poured some wine into a goblet.

“Look, we don’t even have to do anything. The Shumi will think we consummated the union and that’ll be enough. You won’t have to lower yourself to touching this hideous wreck.” She drank deeply from the goblet to stop her voice from shaking, glad the wine was sweet and refreshing the way she liked it.

Alaric went silent and still for a moment, watching Isabel drink and then pour a second glass. Hideous wreck? How could the magnificent creature standing before him even refer to herself in such a manner? The minute she emerged from her chambers it was all the prince could do to keep from throwing her to the ground and taking her in front of everyone! He had dreamed of her body, of her, so many times since their first meeting that he thought he knew for sure what she looked like unclothed. Yet, his wildest dreams had been dwarfed by the glorious reality.

He must have appeared just as panicked as she did when the Priest announced she would have to choose a man to lie with to make her sovereignty official, and he couldn’t believe his luck when she chose him. In fact, despite his extensive experience, he suddenly found he was nervous. Would he be able to please her? He would have to concentrate very hard and work very slowly for his arousal was already too much to contain. He didn’t want to disappoint her. No, Isabel was not the only one startled by Yin’s declaration. Alaric had been so conflicted that he accidentally lashed out at her. He couldn’t bear it that she didn’t see herself as the exotic beauty he considered her to be. Slowly he approached her as she drank her second cup.

“Those are not words I would use to describe you, my Queen.” He said softly, placing his hands on her shoulders.

He kissed her ear lightly, then her earlobe, and the edge of her jawline.

“Oh?” she breathed, “what words would you use?”

She tilted her head slightly as he placed light slow kisses down her neck, answering, “Lovely, voluptuous, sensual, exquisite.”

She still held her body rigid but he could feel her begin to tremble. He unclasped her cape from her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. He trailed his hands down her shoulders, following his caress with kisses and she sighed.

“You don’t have to do this, Alaric,” she whispered.

“If only every obligation were such a trial.” He replied, feeling her tremble harder as he ran his hands down her sides to rest on her hips.

His kisses sent tingles through her body, her skin already felt on fire from his touch. Every kiss on her neck made her throb far below. He reached up and undid the clasp behind her neck and she let the garment fall, her erect nipples growing harder still in the refreshing chill of the room. Her breasts ached from being confined in the golden leather and now as he slid his hands around to cup them she thought she would explode. She laid her head back against his shoulder, lightheaded from ecstasy as he softly caressed her delicate nipples. He pressed himself against her with a low growl. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Does this feel like a man who finds making love to you a chore?” He whispered, sustaining a moan as she rubbed her backside against the pulsating member bursting to free itself from his trousers.

“Not yet, my love,” he chuckled, turning her around to face him as he pressed her against the table. “It will all end much too soon if that continues.”

He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. She groaned, throwing her head back and pressing herself to him as he sucked and twirled the cinnamon knob with his tongue.

“Oh Alaric!” Isabel gasped.

Never had she felt this way before. He knew just what to do, every single kiss and caress threatened to send her over the edge and yet, each time he pulled her back only to do it again. He licked and nibbled her breasts and down her soft belly, making her quiver by the time he shifted her skirt to the floor. The prince stood back and ran his eyes over her body with a look of longing that made her blush all over.

“By the gods, you are beautiful!” He whispered in awe.

He took her into his arms and kissed her long and deep, until Isabel felt ready to swoon and her body turn to jelly.

“My Queen, you are about to be thoroughly worshipped.” He said, his sapphire eyes nearly black with passion.

“Now wait a minute, highness.” Isabel chuckled breathlessly. “It isn’t fair that only I be worshipped tonight.”

She undid the buttons of his shirt and ran her hands along his broad shoulders and muscular arms as she slipped his shirt off. He moaned softly as she kissed his chest and flicked his nipples with her tongue.

“Woman, you send a man to his breaking point!” He growled.

“Be strong, my prince.” She smiled, kissing down his taut belly and undoing his belt.

She ran her hands around the waistband of his trousers, forcing them to drop as she reached down to caress his firm behind. As she knelt before the prince, his majestic member jutted forth like the Empire State Building.

“Well, your majesty, I do believe I have your attention.” Isabel quipped as she placed a light kiss on the tip.

With a roar Alaric swept her into his arms and tossed her onto the bed.

“My lord, patience is a virtue.” Isabel giggled.

“Patience be damned!” Came his husky reply as he leapt on to the bed beside her.

She shrieked with laughter, thoroughly enjoying the way this gorgeous hunk went wild with desire for her. He took her into his arms and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around him, their bodies pressed against each other, his member quivering against her belly. He pressed his lips against her throat, licked her collarbone, and nibbled at her breasts, his hands running along her body and caressing her voluptuous backside. He could barely contain himself as she moved against him, moaning and sighing with delight. He kissed and licked his way down her belly and hips, pausing momentarily to gently blow against her dewy mound, before moving along to her inner thigh.

“Oh Alaric, you are evil!” Isabel gasped with frustration.

“Patience is a virtue, my Queen.” He reminded her and chuckled when Isabel shot him an evil look.

She gasped as he began to kiss her lower lips. Slowly he explored her folds, his tongue teasing and tickling her, building a heat deep within her belly and causing her limbs to catch fire. The throbbing became a gentle heat that fed the flames that coursed within her. The more he teased her the higher that fire grew. She cried out as the flames in her belly intensified, her hips moving of their own accord, and the more she cried out, the firmer and busier the prince’s mouth became within her mound. Suddenly her entire body sparked into a white-hot blaze as waves of pleasure swept through her. She gasped his name and suddenly Alaric was upon her. He thrust his length inside of her and they cried out together as a new wave of pleasure washed over them both. Alaric began to gyrate his hips against her, slowly driving himself inside again and again. Her passion blazed anew and he plunged harder and faster as she clung to him deep inside.

“Oh, you feel so good!” Alaric gasped, struggling to contain himself.

Again waves of ecstasy threatened to engulf her with every thrust and she tightened her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper inside while still begging for more. He drove into her hard and fast and as Isabel’s elation crested, Alaric cried out with her and they were washed away by their passion. When at last the prince dropped down on to the bed the happy couple, exhausted bodies glistening with sweat, fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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