The Queen of Raviena

Passionate Beginnings

I woke up still in Marcus’s arms. His fingers gently entwined in my dark locks.

“Did I wake you?” He whispered

“No, I was just waking up.”

I looked up at him as best as I could as saw a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I want us to try something.”

I frowned up at him, “And what would that something be?”

He looked at me for a while, scanning my expression. “I wish to see you.”

I giggled slightly confused, “I’m already here.”

Only when I gazed into his eyes and saw that unmistakable expression of lust and desire did I know what he truly meant. I took a deep and shaky breath and looked back at him. I cannot comprehend why but somehow letting Marcus see my naked is different than letting Alex. I mean obviously Alex is my husband but it seemed like more than that. Marcus, who has had countless numbers of women in and out his life and had therefore seen numerous amounts of women naked, would surely not be impressed by me. In fact I am sure he would be disappointed.

“Do not fear my lady; I would of course return the favour.”He winked at me playfully and I blushed.

The thought of Marcus without any clothes on was a little too much for me to bear. As he ran his finger down my spine I felt myself inhale deeply.

“Marcus, I’m not sure I mean-“

My speech was interrupted by him scooping me up and placing me on his lap.

“Marcus?”

He ignored me and traced his finger up from my ankle to my thigh this soon spread into his whole hand which he moved up and down my leg causing little goose bumps all over. When he was finished there he moved his hand to my chest, he skimmed it over the fabric causing me to gasp once more. I have never felt any feeling like this before, I mean, after all he was just touching me. Keeping his first hand there he used his second to move my hair to one side. He leaned in and pressed his lips to my neck causing me to shiver and then he began to kiss me. Except on my neck. It was a very strange experience for me but it felt wonderful, I couldn’t help but stammer his name out. This made him moan appreciatively sending the vibrations from his voice box along my skin. But suddenly he pulled away,

“I must stop, before I mark you.”

He panted heavily with excitement and I realised for the first time in a while I had a strange hold on him. This idea was a thrill to me as I ran my finger along his jawline, across his wet lips, and down to his chest. He grunted in appreciation as my hands smoothed over him. I sighed and withdrew them back to my chest.

“Why stop?” his voice was barely louder than a whisper

“I do not wish for it to go any further than that.” I looked down, at my fingers; the beautiful, gold, ring that sat there.

“Then why do you insist on teasing me, on making me desire something I already can not have?”

I looked up at him, the desperation from his voice mirrored into his eyes. I went to talk but he stopped me.

”I hate knowing that by putting that ring on your finger he is entitled to you. I also hate that you expect me to sit and wait for you even though every night I am alone is just another night I am reminded that you are with him. I can’t help but envy Alex for that.”

I just looked at him, unsure of what to say. How could I console him when I could not tell him it would all be alright? It was impossible to solve yet I feared losing him.