"Ah… Forgive me." Ashara looked away, red in shame. She gulped an audible breath and looked at his face. But then again, her eyes traveled down at his chest, so broad, so firm and defined, like a god. She'd seen men bare-chested before, her own brother even, but none came close to being that muscular. "You… have an amazing body."
"Really? I'd probably say the same about you if given a chance." He pushed the limit. If she was there, dressed like that, at night, the intentions were anything but humble and holy.
Ashara finally showed some hesitation. Yet, she overcame that and stepped closer to him, near his knees. She looked down at his appealing frame. She'd seen it in his eyes what most men held towards her. A desire, of lust. But she knew she probably had the same eyes at that moment.
"Her Grace, Lady Elia wished to know you more, so I asked you for a dance—for her, of course. But truth be told, I was a bit intimidated by you. I thought you'd be all gruff and growls. Turns out, you're not just some brute or someone's hound. You're Wylis—a man with his own dreams, thoughts, and desires."
"I will take that as a compliment," Wylis said and courageously raised his right arm. He softly gripped her tender left wrist and pulled her closer between his legs. He kept pulling until she had no room left and had to raise her legs, eventually straddling his lap as he guided her. Her long nightgown wrinkled above her pale knees as they parted around his mighty waist.
So close, her chest pressed against his bare chest, faces mere inches apart, his big arms wrapped around her waist. Both of them froze in the moment, for a while. He admired her most desirable face, losing himself in those eyes. She did the same, finding his eyes intelligent and… strange.
Feeling his massive frame cradling her on his lap, his sheer size. It electrified her heart and mind, waking up a desire she didn't know existed. Something dark, something unbecoming of a noble lady. A desire to be tightly held by his enormous frame, and so many other unspeakable things.
"I…" Ashara felt his cock harden underneath her weight. She felt it right there, against her most vulnerable core. "At first, our conversations were mere duty—Her Grace's bidding, nothing more. Yet, somewhere between your clever jests and my laughter, I found myself anticipating our talks for my own delight. When you ignored me for the last two days and nights—I felt the absence keenly. I realized I looked forward to our evening exchanges more than I admitted."
"Hmm…" Wylis responded in a low grumble and let his hands take full liberty.
Wylis' hands moved with sudden purpose, rough but reverent, gripping the hem of her nightgown and yanking it upward. The fabric slid over her thighs, baring pale, flawless skin inch by inch. It caught momentarily on the curve of her ass, clinging to the plush swell, before he pulled harder, freeing it, exposing more of her body with each tug.
His breath deepened as he yanked it from her completely, dragging it over her head in one smooth, hungry motion. The gown fluttered to the floor behind her, forgotten.
She was completely nude beneath. Utterly bare, not even a shred of modesty hidden beneath the light garment. As if she'd come there knowing exactly how this night would end. Her dark hair spilled like silk against the pale porcelain skin, tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. She was a vision of raw, untouched beauty.
"You… have an amazing body." He repeated her compliment from before.
She was tall, even seated on his lap, she had the proud posture of a noblewoman, but her body held curves made to tempt. Taller than Lyanna, but softer, shapelier in ways that drew the eye and stirred the loins. Her skin was pale and smooth, broken only by the occasional, exquisite mole; a small, dark dot near her collarbone, another on the outer curve of her left hip. Marks no other man had touched. Her ass was round and soft, perfectly shaped to be gripped and handled. The kind of ass that promised a satisfying give when squeezed, supple, and lush.
Her breasts were more than a handful for any man; but for Wylis' broad, rough palms, they were just right. Pale globes topped with slightly wide areolas, their tips a delicate rose shade and already tightening with arousal. Unspoiled, unmarked by any lover. He'd never seen anything so perfectly made for his taking.
Wylis let out a guttural sound, and his hands moved to claim her, seizing her bare ass with both palms. His fingers sank into the flesh just as he imagined they would, and he tugged her down, hard, pulling her fully against him. Her soft skin met his, her heat pressing flush against the hardness straining in his breeches.
Ashara, flustered and aroused, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts firmly against his bare torso. The feel of her nipples grazing his skin, the heat of their bodies merging, skin to skin; sent a wave of feverish lust through them both. His size made her feel fragile, delicate as if he could break her in half if he chose to, and yet she held tighter, silently begging for more.
His hunger, buried for days behind forced restraint, now boiled over.
Wylis' thick fingers roamed her body with unchecked hunger, sliding over the cleft of her ass, teasing the tight, sensitive entrance with a firm stroke. She squirmed in surprise, gasping against his neck, but he didn't stop. His fingers slipped further down, gliding into the heat between her thighs, parting her slick, virgin folds.
She was already wet, her arousal coating his fingers in warm, sticky nectar. He could feel the faint brush of soft hair and beneath it, the pulse of her body inviting. She was hot, needy, and unguarded, and she had come there like this.
"We have the whole night to talk, Ashara," Wylis whispered into her ear while hugging her body so tightly against his chest that he felt her heartbeat.
In a reckless burst of desire, Ashara pulled her head back and kissed him. It was clumsy, rushed, all soft lips and misaligned mouths; a mess of a kiss that betrayed her inexperience instantly.
But Wylis didn't mind. Instead, he took control. He tilted his head, slowed her down, and guided her lips with his own, easing her into it, and showing her how it was done.
He parted her pouty, succulent lips with his tongue, prying her open and claiming her mouth like it was his to own. She tasted like heat and inexperience. Wylis kissed her with greedy possession, savoring the scent and feel of her like he'd waited years to devour her.
Ashara Dayne, the one desired by half the realm, the wet dream of countless knights and lords, was naked in his lap, letting him ravage the mouth no one had kissed before. And he took her like she was already his.
Even though she was tall for a lady, with a fuller frame, to him she was nothing, delicate and small in his hands. She had to tilt her head up to reach his lips, and he didn't even need to lift his arms to let one hand slide under her ass. His fingers toyed with her slick pussy, already teasing her slit while his cock throbbed hard beneath her weight, thick and undeniable.
She must have felt it, impossible not to, pressed right up against her damp core.
Ashara tried to kiss him back with the same hunger, mimicking his tongue, but she lost that battle almost instantly. She whimpered softly and melted into him, surrendering her mouth, her breath, her entire self.
He devoured her with slow, grinding hunger, and something deep inside her gave way. That dark desire, the kind that made women fantasize about being ruined by a man like him, rose fast and hot. She wanted him. All of him.
Using both hands to grip her ass, Wylis began to move her body, rocking her pussy against the sheer length of his cock. He guided her hips with ease, rubbing her slick folds over the heavy ridge through his smallclothes, back and forth, again and again.
The kiss dragged on, filthy and deep, wet and gasping, until they both forgot how long they'd been locked together like that.
"First time?" He broke the kiss at last and looked at her face, dreamy and pleased, eyes half open.
Ashara just nodded.
"Then we'll go sl—"
"No… I want to… feel it first."
Ashara slowly slid off his lap and knelt between his spread knees and started to untie his breeches. He shifted his weight, letting her pull it down easily.
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