Dark Eros

6

Something inside his chest felt warm, excitement radiated through his pulse. His heart was pounding. Pure need danced in the pit of his stomach. He had her. He finally had the woman who haunted his dreams, his every waking thought.

She was his now and she would be his until he no longer craved her. But he knew, even now, that he would never stop craving her.

He pushed aside the long wool cloth acting as a door to his mud caly hut and pulled her inside, the cloth moving back into place.

Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling in rapid procession.

As he gazed upon her, he reveled in his claim. She was not the most beauteous woman he had ever encountered. No, but there was an innocence to her and yet there was also an eroticism in her eyes. He was sure that she had the ability to ruin him and yet deep down inside he knew that she would somehow save him. She was a contradiction, a unique enitity and still he wanted her nonetheless.

He reached out a hand, his fingertips caressing the skin of her shoulder. Finding her skin soft there. She moved back from his touch, trying to yank her hand from his grasp. He released her and instead began to remove his golden chest plate, dropping it where he stood. All the while his eyes stayed on her.

He moved toward her and she backed up until she was trapped, her feet landed on the warmth of his bed. "I will have your name now."

He grabbed her arm as he neared her, pulling her close, leaning down to kiss her. His lips grazed hers, clinging to hers in a rough, hungry fashion. She pulled away, her knees buckling before him.

"I shall like to know the name that will pass my lips when I find my pleasure." For so long, he had wanted her, thought of nothing but her. Since the very moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that she would be his and now that he had her, he intended on embracing her until he could no more.

She gazed up at him, tears welling in her whisky colored eyes. "Ife." She whispered hoarsely.

He spread her out on his bed of cotton cloth, his hands reaching for the hem of her dress. She twisted onto her stomach, grabbing for his wrist to stop him. Her actions did not stop him. He grabbed her by the neck, tilting her head to the side, his lips kissed at her bare shoulder, nuzzling her skin there. His licked at her neck, nibbled at her ear.

His other hand was underneath her belly, trailing down, down, squeezing her inner thigh. The rings still on his ringers were cool on her over heated skin. She squeezed her legs together, her breath hitching as his fingers seemed to move closer and closer to the center of her being.

She grabbed for his hand, trying to stop him in his pursuit. He was stronger than her and he proved it, he pulled her legs apart, his hand caressing her.

She shuddered, unable to contain the moan that escaped her lips or the jerk of her hips when his ring clad fingers played with her hardened arousal.

He reveled in every moan, in every whimper, in every shiver of her body at his touch. And when he could take no more he flipped her back over onto her back. He quickly removed her dress in the process, pulling the knot loose, leaving her bare before him. She pushed at his chest, her hands holding him back as he began to run his hands down her naked skin.

"Your highness, please!" She cried when he cupped her breast in his hands but she did not know what she was pleading for. Her body wanted nothing more than to be possessed, to be held but her mind, her mind refused to accept his embrace.

"You will call me by my name when I hold you." He told her, "Fumnaya. Say it."

She trembled underneath his gaze, choking on a sob, but knew better than to refuse him. "Fumnaya."

"You are mine, I have no reason to deny myself your pleasure." He said as he kissed her neck once more, his muscular body covering hers. She pushed at his shoulders, twisting underneath him.

She felt his hardness press against her thigh and her tears broke through. Her sobs raked her body as she cried, pounding on his chest, gritting her teeth as she shouted her admission, "No, you terrify me with your need!"

He froze at her words, his eyes jerking to look into her own. He grabbed her wrist, locking them in one of his large hands and placing them above her head. With his other hand he removed his waist cloth, letting it drop open, his hardness freed.

Her eyes widened at the sight and she quickly looked away. Unfamiliar feelings began to churn in the pit of her stomach, the sacred place between her legs suddenly felt numb, tingly.

He reached down and played with her hair, his fingers finding a fascination in it's natural state. Its softness, and its contradictory woolen texture; running over the decorative shells that adorned long tendrils of it.

His gentle exploration seemed to calm her, she sniffled, her tears stopping, her breathing relaxed slightly. "You need not fear my embrace. You need only to find pleasure in it."

He noticed the slack in her once tensed body. The tilt to her head. Her shallow breathing.

He leaned down to kissed her. It was meant to be a gentle kiss, but again, his passion got in the way. He kissed her relaxation away and left nothing but a growing, yet uncertain, desire.

He pulled away, positioning himself between her legs, she stared into his eyes as he did so and again he was met with the feeling that she could see his soul. That she was not looking at him but inside him. It was a feeling that only seemed to heighten his need, for no one had ever made him feel as she did. So, free. So open, so vulnerable.

It was that very vulnerability that drove him to want to dominate her, to bind her to his will. But it was also her ability to see past his external that made him want to cherish her.

He gently ran a hand down her stomach, until he reached her sex. She tensed, trying to close her legs. Her strength was used in vain for she could not possibly push his large frame away.

He released her wrists and grabbed a fistful of her hair, "Look at me, I want to see your face when you feel me."

Her eyes widened at his words. She couldn't turn away even if she wanted to, the grip he had on her hair was sure of it.

He grabbed his length in hand, pressing himself into her. And then he thrust forward, filling her with his length. She gasped, her voice coming out as a mixture between a whimper and a moan. Her body jerked almost instinctively, her legs trembling as she squeezed them against his strong thighs, her hands gripping the many cotton blankets of his bed, bunching up the material in her fists, her head thrown back.

It was a short lived pain that left behind nothing but a feeling of unfamiliar fullness and heat.

"Ife," he said her name passionately, hungrily. "Feel me, know the length of me."

She turned from his gaze, twisting underneath him. Refusing to succumb to such frightening passion. He leaned toward her, his large body covering hers, using both of his hands to once more pin her wrist above her head. She was trapped underneath his body, trapped in the warmth of his embrace. He buried his face in her neck, enjoying the carnal, earthy smell of her before beginning to plundge into her.

Her dreams of falling prey to his need were nothing compared to actually being taken. His thrusts were long, hard, demanding in their entirety. She could not deny him the pleasure he sought and nor could she deny the pleasure he was adamant on giving.

Her gasps soon turned into screams, unable to contain them, her body convulsing beneath him.

The feel of him inside her was a strange, gratifying, sensation that seemed to be building, moving, dancing in the pit of her stomach and spreading to every part of her until...it exploded, leaving her shaking, her hips spasming franticly.

The explosion never seemed to end, tears running down her brown skin as he continued to ravish her, seemingly ravenous as he finally found his end, groaning, the sound primal, carnal, similar to a roar in her ringing ears.

Her name whispered in her ear with volitile, erotic satisfaction. "Ife."