Lost Princess by Sandy Holden

thought I might just lose the ability to stand, but before I did he lifted me up only to deposit me on the huge bed. He followed me down, and again attacked my breast, using one arm to prop himself up and the other hand to mound up my breast to give himself better access. He sucked hard, and I moaned in a mingled pain and ecstasy. “Lift up,” he said, moving his hand to urge me to lift my middle off the bed. He quickly pushed my skirt up, baring my legs to his fiery eyes. He glared down at the tight underwear I wore that looked a bit like a man’s tight pants cut high. He let me drop back down and although he didn’t appear to grab at it, a knife was now in his hand. I gasped, my eyes going wide.
    Max looked at me, one eyebrow raised. He lowered the knife and let the flat of the blade touch my leg. I opened my mouth to apologize for whatever it was I’d done that deserved being stabbed, but he hushed me. He carefully but quickly cut the underwear off me, holding it up once he was done. The knife had disappeared back into its sheath. “I don’t want to find you wearing anything like this again,” he said seriously. “I won’t have anything like that between us when I want you.“He put his hand to me, testing my readiness. A slow smile began on his face, but before it could fully arrive he was over me, holding me down with a delicious weight. He loosened his pants, pushing them down. He pushed at my entrance, but he was too large simply to slide in, and he had to go slow and allow me to adjust myself to him. Still, it burned and tingled, and I couldn’t help writhing under him. Whether he appreciated my movements or disliked them, he suddenly pushed himself completely in and began to ride me.
    I was overcome by sensations, and my hands slid over his back, his butt, his shoulders, only to return to his back. As he moved faster, nearly coming out of me with every stroke, I threw my head back and howled like a wounded animal as I seemed to explode inside. He growled something inarticulate in my ear, sliding a hand under my hips to pull me even closer. The pace and depth were sliding from pleasure and balancing on the edge of pain. But instead of pulling back or stiffening, I dug my fingernails into his back and rode the crest of sensation that was absolutely wonderful until Max found his pleasure as well with a cry to rival mine.
    We panted together, catching our breath. Max recovered more quickly than I did, and rose, refastening his pants. He was still slightly out of breath as he remarked, “You never told me where you were off to when you ran into me.”  His voice was uncharacteristically lazy and relaxed. He gave me an expectant look, and I tried to pull my thoughts together enough to answer him.
    “I was going to my room, my lord,” I said.
    “Your room,” he repeated.
    “Yes, I’d thought to take a nap because last night I was…” I realized he knew exactly why I was tired, and I shrugged, embarrassed.
    “Wife, your place is here now, where I have access to you. Move your things in here this afternoon,” he ordered.
    I hadn’t realized he’d want me here all the time. “But…” My voice faded.
    “Speak, wife. Tell me your question.”
    “I thought that…I mean, I could already be pregnant, so I thought…“Max tilted his head and considered me. “Katrina, you are my wife, and that means that whenever I want you, you’ll avail yourself to me. Wasn’t it you who screamed loud enough to cause my ears to ring just a few minutes ago? Do you tell me now you hope to avoid lying with me?”
    I put my face in my hands, acutely embarrassed at my response. Had I actually screamed? What if someone had heard?
    I felt the bed dip as Max sat down next to me and pulled my hands from my burning face. I glanced up at him. “I’m sorry, my lord,” I said hurriedly. “My behavior is unseemly—”
    “No,” he said in a hard voice. I bit my lip and waited. He looked at my tense face a long moment.