Eric's bedchamber had a large bed covered by a canopy and soft tulle hangings. Another door led to a small outdoor balcony from inside the room and when Aria checked, it was locked. Her foot bumped against a small shiny object, which at first glance looked to be a knife but swaying and shaking shadows captured her attention.
Turning around, she saw a fireplace was on the opposite side of a glass paned balcony door, large flames already roaring. She then noticed a full-length mirror stood across the room and walked up to it.
In the reflection of the mirror, she noticed a soft, lacey fabric towards the floor. Turning around, there was a light chemise gown with lace edging sitting on a chair by the door. Lifting it up, she examined it. The chemise was transparent and soft—of course! Something that cad thought of. Attached was a brief note: Wear this.
Aria snorted with disdain but then remembered—"Do I even have a choice?"
Resigned, she put on the chemise slowly. If this had been the same situation under different circumstances, it would have almost been romantic. But now, even with the dreamy bedroom and the sensual attire, she couldn't help but feel that no matter what, she was going to get raped.
Aria looked down and gasped—it was see through. Deciding that no, she no longer wanted to be wearing it, she began to walk back to the closet when Eric stepped into the room. Aria backed away slowly as he advanced quickly towards her, until she walked in the path of cascading moonlight from the glass panes.
Eric gasped as his eyes skimmed her body. The chemise did not leave much to the imagination, and the moonlight bathed her in an ethereal glow. She looked like an angel standing before him, as if she was taken out of a painting.
Still keeping his eyes on her, he went over to the balcony door and drew the curtains, so the flickering lights of the fireplace lit the room. Advancing towards her, Aria tried to head to the door but Eric was faster.
"What did I tell you about putting up a fight?" he growled angrily.
Instead of throwing her out to the guards as she initially predicted, his arms went around her and he began to feast on her neck again. Her body went limp in his arms as a heat emanated from his body to hers; Aria could not stop what was happening. Her mind and body no longer wanted to have a battle of the wills, but instead rest languidly in Eric's arms.
Sensing that Aria was cooperating, Eric slipped off the shoulders of the chemise and kissed her soft, smooth skin until both shoulders were pulled down. After the dress dropped, Aria slapped him across the face. He slapped her back, and she shrieked in pain, holding onto her face. "Asshole!" she shrieked and kicked him as hard as she could near his crotch.
Eric doubled over and swore, but not without grabbing onto Aria's hair firmly as she tried to run past him. "Do not play games with me," Eric said with a slight menace to his voice.
"Me? Playing the games? Or should I remind you whose game this was in the first place?" Aria gasped through tears. Ignoring her, he pulled her towards the candles by the bed and looked her over. She was everything he ever wanted.
Her shoulders were small and sloping, contrasting with the fullness of her breasts. Two large peach nipples pointed at him, which sat on firm globes. Eric grinned, admiring the way they pointed. Her waist was small compared to her hips, with full creamy olive thighs and calves.
His eyes centered on the smooth, shaven area of her sex and Eric let out a small sigh, wondering what it would be like to lick between those lips. Aria stood before him, naked, shivering, with a tear-strewn face. But she was still headstrong, with her arms crossed across her chest to hide herself. Gently, Eric pulled her arms apart and cupped her breasts but Aria slapped his hands away. Growing, he gave her an angry look but she refused to falter.
Still shivering, her body responded quickly to Eric's touch. He could still sense her body was tense and rather enjoyed it. Her breathing became shallow and ragged as he fondled her feminine body. He planned on having his way with her even if it took all night. Grinning to himself, his hands explored her gently. He was going to enjoy her and take his time.
Aria's nipples became hard as Eric's hands continued his gentle caress. Massaging them, he flicked his thumbs across the hard nipples softly. Her breasts were so large his hands could not cup them completely. Aria let out an involuntary sigh but tensed right away, not wanting to let her guard down. She quickly pulled away and tried to raise her arms to cover her nakedness, only to have him hold her arms at her sides.
"Can you not relax my sweet?" Eric asked her slowly, looking into her dark green eyes.
Aria realized she was looking straight into his blue eyes and then quickly looked away, blushing. She never thought she'd be in a situation such as this: standing before a man naked. Especially not Lord Eric. He gently touched her face and lifted her chin up so she could look at him again. He had never seen a woman so beautiful before.
Slapping his hands away, Aria looked at him angrily. "Whatever you're going to do, get it over quickly." Her jaw was set, but there were still tears in her eyes.
Eric looked at her questioningly. "I have heard virgins are afraid their first time—"
"A virgin! I have lain with half the men from the near royal kingdoms! Do not think you have the upper hand", Aria almost shouted, but stood more firmly and began to feel less afraid.
Eric's facial expression softened as he held her face and shook his head. "If you are not a virgin, why are you shivering? You must be afraid of something." She continued to tremble as her eyes filled with tears. "Aria I want you in my bed. I will make love to you and you will want me as well. I am your Lord and you will do as I say. I will be gentle..." Eric's voice trailed off as he tilted his head down and began to kiss her neck.
Acting fast, Aria kicked him and ran around the bed, towards the balcony doors where she was certain she had seen a knife. Seeing it resting on a sheath, she grabbed it quickly and faced Eric, who was right behind her.
He clucked his tongue and grinned. "Now my sweet, what are you going to do with that toy?"
"Give me some clothes, let me go and there won't be anything else to do," she struggled to reason.
"Hmm," came Eric's voice mockingly. "I don't think so. You're naked in my bedchamber and I think the only thing left to do is you."
Aria backed away, edging to the door but he moved and began to back her so she was forced to walk around the bed towards the candles.
