No love is self-sustaining. If you love something you must fight for it. Love is something that can only come from you and it is demanding. Love demands that you would stake nothing less than your life to defend it. Love demands that you do not give up and that you do not give in. The demands of love are so great because of the rewards it holds. Do not ever give up on love. Love may be a cruel mistress at times, but she does not lie about her promise. This story would never have existed otherwise. Enjoy...
The Prince lay awake next to her as he felt her body relax and release the tension stored within it. He had originally planned on leaving her writhing on the floor and telling her she needed to get back to work, but something had happened that he had not expected. He had never experienced sex with such an intense and violent fervor. He was reminded of that violence with every beat of his heart providing a dull aching pain to the small wounds she had given him.
The entire episode had gone far beyond his control. It worried him that he had lost such control of himself and that he had let the moment rule his actions rather than his predetermined thoughts. He knew that there was something very special and very nearly frightening about the woman holding onto him. She held some power over him that could cause him to lose his reason and rob him of his better sense.
He had not wanted to provide her any comfort. He had wanted her to know her place. He had wanted to show her that she was to be nothing more than a plaything to him. But, when he had collapsed atop her, he became worried. He had felt how quickly her heart was racing, how much her body was shaking, and heard the struggle for her to breathe. He knew that she needed a reprieve; that she could not be left alone in such a state.
That was when he had found himself carrying her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He had wrapped blankets over her and had laid down next to her himself. At once, she had grabbed onto him as though her life depended on it. He knew she needed to calm down so he began lightly stroking his hand over her in a soothing gesture.
He had not thought about the situation when it was happening; he had simply acted. He was thinking now. He did not notice that his hand continued to gently run over her even though she had calmed down and fallen asleep. He knew that something was taking place that had never happened before and he knew that there must be some exceptional cause behind it. He could not determine what that cause was.
The Prince knew he was making an extreme reversal of his previous actions as he looked at her lying there; he had never allowed a woman to sleep in his bed. He had bedded a great number of women, but he had refused to allow any one of them to sleep next to him. He had felt that none of them were worthy of being close to him in that way. He found it somewhat amusing that the first woman to be allowed to sleep here was the one who had done so without permission.
He began to peer at Amber's face, searching for an answer. She looked quite peaceful, as though nothing was wrong with the world. She was beautiful in an unassuming and honest way. There was nothing in her appearance that was meant to deceive anyone looking at her; her face and her body came forward with no declarations, only statements of fact. Her long slender limbs did not try to hide their length or to exaggerate it. Her face was free of guilt and pain, without having a mask of forced happiness to cover them up. Her hair was unadorned and luxurious. Each part of her body spoke some truth about her without having to scream or to whisper.
While he was looking at her he felt a peace slowly washing over him that was akin to something he hadn't felt in a great number of years. He was nearly thirty and had been bitter for a large portion of his life. He hated looking around and seeing the incompetency that seemed to surround him. He could not believe how rare it was to find someone that could actually be trusted to do something correctly, even if what they were asked to do was a task that he had mastered during childhood.
He snapped back to the reality of the moment and was amazed at how far his thoughts had wandered from the task at hand. He needed to know why she could affect him so strongly, not reminisce on days long since passed.
The Prince looked for differences between her and the other women that he had been with for clues. Wealth was certainly a discrepancy, but it had never been a major factor in his mind. Beauty would have been a possibility for his weakness, if there had existed an incongruous difference between her and the other women, but there wasn't. He did not know her well enough in order for personality to play a large role in how she affected him.
He looked at her again and realized that without a doubt that the answer must lie there. From the first time he had seen her face his thoughts had been influenced. Unfortunately, there was not much information to be had by looking at her. She appeared peaceful and contented, but no special features rose out. Nothing about her face could explain its power, but he knew that it was there. The strength to overwhelm him was lying just beneath the surface, hiding just beneath his scrutinizing gaze.
He let himself fall onto his back. He was frustrated; it had been a long time since a solution to a question had eluded him. He felt his own fatigue as well and allowed his body to relax. He looked her over once again, searching for an answer, before allowing his eyes to close as well.
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He awoke an hour or two later feeling her still clinging tightly to him. He looked down at her, she was resting as peacefully as before. He had no intention of allowing this reprieve to last much longer. His cock was already erect as it always seemed to be upon first opening his eyes. He wanted her again, even though so little time had passed.
He allowed his hand to start lightly running over her shoulder and down her arm. He then shifted his body down on the bed so her face was level with his. He leaned in and lightly kissed her on the cheek and then below her jaw and along her neck. Her body began to rouse as he did this. She released his arm.
He rolled her onto her back as her eyes just barely began to open. He continued kissing her as he moved his body on top of hers. A moan escaped her lips as she felt his hand begin to move over her breast.
She kept her eyes shut because it felt as though she were still dreaming and she did not want to be jerked back to reality. Every caress and kiss that he left upon her felt wonderful and she was wriggling with delight. She had been aroused before his first touch and she felt herself dripping in anticipation of what she knew was to come.
She had never guessed that sex could be something this good. She had hardly thought of it, but she was beginning to understand why it could drive a man or a woman wild, chasing after it. She thought that she should not have given in so easily earlier and that she shouldn't be giving in so easily now, but he could tease her body and bring her to such an intense arousal that she dared not tell him to stop.
She knew that she should be exhausted. She knew that her body should not be able to function in the way that it was. She knew that she should try to resist him. None of that mattered. She was grabbing onto him as he sucked on her erect nipple. She was thrusting her hips against the hand that was rubbing her drenched pussy.
Her body acted independently from her thoughts. Her body followed his will and obeyed his every command. She remembered that she had agreed to be his slave, his whore, and that only served to further her arousal. She felt his every movement and cried out at his every touch.
As he placed the head of his cock at her waiting entrance, her eyes flew open and she looked at him. She grabbed onto his powerful back and found his lips above her. She kissed him with an intensity she didn't know she was capable of.
He rammed himself inside of her in one fluid stroke as she kissed him. He felt more in control this time than last, but he knew he was on the edge of that control. He moved her body to meet each of his long powerful thrusts. He was going to establish his dominance over every fiber in her being. He was going to make sure that she knew that her place in the world was beneath him, in every sense.
She reveled in the feeling of having him inside of her. She placed her feet on the bed and started thrusting with him. She kept moving up to meet him with a greater and greater tempo. He could not keep pace, but she did not notice. She could not stop. She felt his body shudder and a convulsion ripping through her as he came.
He slowly moved his body off hers. He sat next to her staring at her naked body. His cock was still somewhat erect. She could not take her eyes off of it.
