Page 118 of The Champion

She nodded playfully.

Stryder pulled her to him and pinned her to the ground. She lay beneath him, her eyes shining and bright.

He kissed her and kissed her again before he pulled back and quickly divested her of her clothes and shoes. “Now let’s see what I can do...”

He took the pen from her hand and, looking down at his stomach, he did his best to copy her words.

Rowena watched him, her heart pounding as he wrote his b and g backwards when he spelled “belong.” Still, it was the most beautiful sight she had ever beheld.

He looked at her expectantly. “How do I spell my name?”

She covered his large, masculine hand with hers and showed him how to write his own name. “S-t-r-y-d-e-r.”

He sat back on his heels to inspect his work. “Did I do it correctly?”

Rowena’s eyes misted as she saw his less than elegant script that said she belonged to him. Even though some of the letters were malformed and hard to read, it was still the most wondrous thing she’d ever beheld. “It’s lovely, my lord.”

“Aye,” he breathed, giving her a heated once over. “You are indeed.”

Rowena hissed in pleasure as he dragged the feathered end of the quill over her bare breast. She shivered all over from it. She’d never felt the like!

Stryder’s eyes smoldered as he gave her an evil grin. He explored every inch of her body with his lips and that feather. Who knew someone could have so much fun with a mere pen?

Rowena writhed in sweet, agonized bliss from the torture of his hot, blistering touch.

He was so warm and hard. So tender. She loved the feel of his muscles surrounding her. The sensation of his prickly, hard masculine body sliding against hers.

She kissed him, once, twice, thrice, inhaling his scent, and letting the power of him intoxicate her. The candlelight played over his tawny flesh and danced in the rich highlights of his dark hair. She ran the backs of her fingers over his stubbled cheeks and jaw, letting the manly feel of his skin scrape her gently.

“You are magnificent, Stryder. No wonder women chase you all over.”

He dipped his head down to kiss the valley between her breasts, then he nuzzled her ever so tenderly. “But I don’t want them to chase me, Rowena. None of them have what I desire.”

Stryder growled as he licked and teased the honey of her skin. She was so soft and delicate in a world where things seldom were either one. Softer than velvet, her caresses tore through him.

She wrapped her silken legs around his waist, tightened her grip, then rolled over until she had him pinned under her.

Stryder smiled as he looked up at her smiling face. Her pale hair fell forward, over them, down to his chest where it tickled his naked skin, his nipples.

She looked like some wild nymph that had crept into his tent. Her eyes flashing, she bit her bottom lip as she skimmed his flesh with her hungry gaze.

“May I have my way with you, my lord?”

He hissed at her question and at the thought of her doing the most sweetly torturous things to him. “Ever at your service, my lady.”

She kissed him then. Stryder moaned at the unmitigated wildness of her kiss before she tore her lips away and moved slowly down his jaw, to the underside of his chin, where her breath scalded this throat. She licked and nibbled, driving him wild as she made her way to his chest, his stomach, his thighs.

He raised himself up on his elbows so that he could watch her as she explored the lengths of both his legs. And when she reached his feet, he jerked in bittersweet pleasure as she tickled him.

She laughed before she tickled him again.

Stryder smiled. How he loved watching her make love to him. No woman had ever made him feel so special. So desired, and it wasn’t just physically.

All women wanted his body. With Rowena there was something different. She was interested in more than just his titles and groin.

With her, he could be himself and trust her with his dearest kept secrets.

Rowena reversed her direction, moving slowly back up his legs until she reached the center of his body. She paused to breathe one hot, tingly breath over the very tip of his cock.