Zeidan continued his work of adoring his beautiful wife. Doing things he had dreamt a thousand times. What he always wished to do whenever he saw her. His comportment kicked apart and he made sure everything he did was with care and borne out of his love for her. And this woman felt the same about him. 

She was touching him already and he couldn't resist because he didn't want to. She pulled apart the zipper on his trouser, her hand slightly brushing his hard member. Her hands cupped him and caressed him with shocking confidence. he never would have thought she had, and he moaned with the sheer sensation of her touch.

His lips crushed hers in a frantic greeting of hunger and desire and she met him with the same energy. Without words said, they both acknowledged the need for more than just mere release and he did well to turn his kiss into a slow, careful promise of a future that included her. His mouth caressed her body and the hard length of him pressed against her.

His hands were over her breasts, her stomach, and her hips, all at once, teasing her until her body reaction centered only on the sensations aroused by his tongue and touch. A painful sweetness of sensual awareness and anticipation. 

He explored her gently, running his hard palm over the softness of her breasts, taking one in his mouth and savoring the sound of pleasure she gave with each touch. Her muscles tensed. He trailed his fingers up her thighs and when he got to the valley between her legs, he carefully played with her core, following a pace that matched her anticipation as she gasped. She was now grabbing his back and her head buried deep in the nape of his neck, their naked body clinging together as one. He slightly pushed her so that she was above his head and he spread apart her legs, ready to revel in the taste of her until she was ready to give in her body with an intimacy she could only dream of.

As the clock ticked away, feeling his fingers inside of her gave her a feeling she has never had before. Not because their intimacy now had to do with sex but the fact that they had both shared words that would help them fight against whatever came their way. They had both been able to defeat her bullying siblings, they had both gone against mistrust and other storms. What's more, is him almost losing his life because of her. 

His fingers slipped fast over her, slick and hot. She moaned in pleasure. He rubbed back and forth with gentle, easy pressure until she thought she'd swoon from the sheer bliss of it. His fingers slipped inside her and she tensed at the invasion and exquisite sensation. But then he paused.

"What are you doing, Zeidan?"

"I want you to want me."

She gazed down at his rumpled hair and tunneled her fingers through his hair.

"You know I do want you." She could barely whisper the words, her voice was so low she wondered if he could hear. 

He drew back and stared into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." She nodded and pushed him so he fell on his back and kissed him with impatience clawing at her. "I am certain." Her hands were splayed across his chest and she reveled in the look of him underneath her and the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. He sucked in a shocked breath and grabbed her hand, kissing it mildly. Her gaze met and locked with his.

Perhaps this was a time of utter clarity or it might have been his gesture that was calm yet touching, but inside her, she felt like a bird that was set free from its cage. At once her arms were around him and she rained kisses on his neck, his throat, and shoulders. He tasted of heat and aching desire. He pulled her tightly against him and she ran her fingers over the sleek, smooth planes of his back, and lower, she slid her hands over his length. She needed to touch every part of him, taste every bit of him, and needed his touch in return. 

He sat up properly so she could balance on him and slid her down along the stretch of his body until her legs straddled his and the hit, solid length of him was locked between her legs. She hesitated.

"Lyne?"

She looked away, slightly flushed.

"Zeidan, I...well, I'm not sure you're going to like this, but I . . . I haven't done this..."

"You haven't done this before, yes I know." He said quietly. 

She nodded.

"Do you want to stop?"

Her color was back and she gave a smile that had nothing to do with her body but with her heart. "Never. I just don't want to disappoint you..."

"It's okay." He laughed before pulling her against him and rolled over, reversing their positions so that he was now on top.

"Oh my God! Zeidan just gets to it."

He listened to her and rose.

"This will be the only time you get what you want." He whispered into her ears before thrusting into her tight place, causing her to give a slight wince but after a few paces, she was used to it and together their bodies moved in unison. He slid firmly into her but slowly with a care that caught at her heart. She was tight but wet and desiring. His body joined with hers as if they were made in mind. Merged as if they were half of the same body, filling hers as if she were empty and waiting for him alone. Still, his gaze locked with hers.

He started to move, a gentle rhythm, undemanding. She tightened around him, matched her movement with his, and wrapped her legs around his waist. He plunged deeper, and she met his thrusts with her own.

Both of them were lost in their world of intimacy and Lyne's first experience of what it's like to be touched by a man. Especially one she is in love with.  

Restraint vanished amidst an onslaught of searing heat and spiraling desire. Nothing ever mattered. Not her father, not her siblings, not Luana or the god-damned Queen position. Nothing else mattered beyond the sheer pleasure of his body against hers. She lost herself in the tantalizing pleasure of hard work and practice. He was an unrelenting and considerate taskmaster, and she, a willing apprentice. 

His heart thudded against hers and her blood throbbed in unison with his, and the differences between them blurred and melted with their union. She bit her lips and before she knew it, her fingers were digging into his skin. But he didn't care. 

Later, secured in his arms and breathing raggedly, she wondered if she would ever get tired of this man or knowing him. With a smile herself, she knew the answer was no. There is always a first time and this first time of intimacy was more than she could ever dream of. She bit her lips as she smiled. So much for hard work and practice.