While the bastard had been focused with the task at hands - pun
intended -, there was a part of him that demanded he hold back.
Bash may not have been duly informed regarding the brunette’s
past, but she had arrived just a few days before. It was unlikely that
any knight or Lord have time to form acquaintance. Not all had the
King’s protection, should this brief encounter turn SOUR. He was
aware. Which translated to a need to gradually ease the beautiful
lady into this... experience.
Her hold to the his cuffs could very well be nothing more than the
need for leverage. It was not unheard of, in such situations, that his
partners require an outlet, mostly to prevent themselves of praising
his name. In Kenna’s case, it seemed to be a means of holding back.
The one word sentence did nothing to convince the young man
to release the girl from his secure arms. And why should he, when
her figure was relaxing into his own frame, almost as though she
had been molded to fit against him. Bash’s pursuits were often of
wealth. Kenna was his first nonsensical choice. Something about
her drew him in; a moth to a flame. And he refused to fight it.
❝Allow me to prove you WRONG.❞
If nothing else, Bash was a formidable lover. He had been demanded
experience from an early age. It was a husband’s duty, apparently, to
grant his wife so much pleasure, she would never leave him. Only later
would Bash learn that the true reason both his parents insisted he acquire
the skill was for a means of ruining reputations, unions and retrieving secrets.
None of which he desired to do to Kenna. This was to be their secret.
Friction was permitted between her toned thighs, but no invasion followed.
It was much too early for that, and he was intoxicated by her, on how she
spoke in a fashion which suggested rage & hostility, only to then reach for
him, tug him closer until his face was nuzzled against the crook of his neck
and he was permitted to inhale her scent, growling quietly as his fingers
automatically quickened their motions. Bash took notice that he had briefly
gotten carried away, slowed his digits and nipped on her collarbones.
Heated flesh welcomed his lips, and once her body did not resist, his lips
parted at her pulse point, tongue stroking the skin there. He had watched
her attempt to please herself, watched the frustration ooze from her body
as she failed and broke into a sweat. It was almost painful, that she knew
not how to achieve such a basic form of release.
❝I suppose not. But I am a man
of my word. And I vow to have
you pleasured & sated. Soon. ❞
Not too soon. He wanted to enjoy this. Not that he intended to take her to
his chambers. He simply desired to assist. And then he would allow their
departure, take care of his own needs. Never look back.
Overwhelmed - and why he did not know -, Bash brought his forehead
to Kenna’s temple, released a heavy breath, watched with heavy eyelids
as his fingers moved along without ever taking. But he could feel the warmth
radiating from her. As well as her AROUSAL.
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