The Mercenary Knight (10 page)

Chapter
Ten

Tanya’s head spun and her heart beat so loud it drowned out all other sound. Stunned, she stared into Conrad’s green eyes, afraid to interpret what she had heard and what she saw in his gaze.

Her doubts disappeared as Conrad’s firm lips pressed down hard against hers. She trembled against him as he gently grasped her waist, pulling her closer. Still unsure, she tentatively slid her fingers up his arms and past his shoulders. Conrad’s wet tongue glided over her lips, seeking entrance and all remnants of doubts vanished. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth. Conrad’s tongue brushed against hers, causing a shiver to race down her spine. He pushed her against the door and she moaned. How long had she yearned for this man? It had only been days, and yet from the moment they touched, she was slave to his flame.

Tanya tangled her fingers in his hair, slightly pulling while she rolled her tongue and slid it across the roof of his mouth. Conrad groaned and pressed himself to her. She couldn’t help a strangled moan from escaping as she felt the contour of his growing cock.

Their kissing pace increased and became desperate as Conrad massaged her ass. His mouth slammed against hers repeatedly and she nipped and nibbled at his lips, urging him to give her more. Conrad lifted the hem of her chemise and she jumped in her skin as his warm hands cupped her bottom. Fluid rushed to rest between her legs when his fingers gently glided over the crack of her ass and past her hips. Her breath hitched as his digits brushed against her lower belly, barely grazing where her pubic hair began. She waited for him to continue exploring to the south of her anatomy but the expectant touch never came. Instead, Conrad took a step back. Her chemise dropped to her knees and she glanced at him, furrowing her brow in confusion.

“Have you any idea how beautiful you are?” he whispered. “You’re like a fiery angel with red hair, rosy cheeks, and bee-stung lips. I want you so badly, Tanya.”

Tanya smiled. She took a step forward and cupped Conrad’s firm jaw. She stared into his eyes before standing on her toes and planting a kiss upon his lips.

Tanya placed a finger over her lips, indicating that he should remain silent. Conrad lifted an eyebrow but said nothing. Grasping the hem of her gown, she raised it tantalizingly slow. She observed Conrad intently. When her thighs came into view, he sat up straighter. As she exposed her pussy, his tongue darted out from his mouth to wet his lips. The sight of her tummy caused him to fist his hands. Tanya purposely hesitated at her breasts. Conrad’s gaze flew to her face and Tanya chuckled as she finally removed the last of her garment.

He was upon her in seconds. His mouth clamped down on hers, claiming every inch of its space. His hands explored her flesh, massaging, caressing, and rubbing whatever he could grasp.

“Conrad.”

“Shush.” He nibbled on her lower lip and she gasped as a current of longing swept through her body. Tanya arched her back when his hands hovered over her breasts. Gently, he placed his hands over them. He looked into her eyes, his own dim with passion.

Tanya shook her head. Conrad lowered his head and brushed his lips over one of her pink nipples. Tanya arched her back, aching to feel his hot mouth ravishing her breasts, but Conrad maintained control. He licked his way down her belly until he reached her wet pussy. Tanya’s breath was loud in her ears while she waited for Conrad to continue tasting her. “I saw you unconscious on the forest floor and already I wondered what color your eyes were, how your lips tasted, if you had freckles anywhere else,” he said glancing up at her with a smile. “I have a lot of freckles to explore.”

Tanya laughed but the sound died and became a sharp cry of pleasure as Conrad dug his fingers into her ass and took his first taste of her weeping folds. Her legs shook and she had to hold on to Conrad’s shoulders so as not to fall. He nibbled, licked, sucked and savored every inch of her drenched pussy.

“Please, Conrad—“

Two thick fingers glided into her. Tanya pressed her body to Conrad, begging him to give her more. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she screamed, holding his head to her cunt as an orgasm rattled her body. Her knees buckled but Conrad was already lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed.

He placed her on the mattress and began to remove his clothes. Tanya’s body still tingled from her orgasm, but a new bout of lust rushed across her body and landed between her legs as Conrad’s tanned skin came into view. He had only taken off his shirt and already her mouth watered and she itched to run her hands across the firm planes of his chest. She bit her lip as she avidly waited for him to undo the lace of his breeches. Her pussy began to throb when Conrad released his cock from its constraints. Unconsciously, Tanya licked her lips. She wanted to do everything and anything with that thick, long member. She wanted to lick it, suck it, taste it and drain it with her mouth. She wanted to feel its girth inside her, stretching her, filling her to the limit until she screamed out her pleasure. She wanted all that and more. She wanted the pleasure of sex, but she wanted the caring, the tenderness, the intimacy, the comfort, the understanding, and the love of a partner.

Conrad climbed next to her on the bed. He opened his arms and Tanya went to him, surrendering to his warm embrace. Conrad cupped her chin and stared into her eyes.

“Tanya—“

“Conrad, the first time I looked into your eyes… I can’t even explain.” She laughed nervously. Conrad brushed back her hair, giving her time to gather her thoughts. “You awaken something primeval in me, Conrad. You say you wanted me? You have no idea how much I have needed you. Something in you calls to me to succumb to you, to give myself to you, in all senses.”

Again she nodded. Conrad traced the outline of her hairline, down to the corner of her mouth with a finger. He brushed the pad of his thumb against her lips. He gazed into her eyes and Tanya knew for certain that she would grow old with Conrad by her side.

“To love—“

“To love,” she stated, “above all other feelings, to love.” Tanya kissed Conrad. It was a slow sensual kiss but one full of the comprehension they had denied each other for the past days. Gently, Tanya pushed Conrad back. She climbed over his prone form, straddling his hips and his stiff cock. She ran her hands across Conrad’s chest, over the small hard nubs of his nipples, and down over the ridges of his muscled stomach. It was like touching silk and yet everything was hard and packed with muscle. His flesh was hot and burning, making him something real and carnal and causing her skin to prickle with desire.

She splayed her hands over his rib cage, searching for the beat of his heart. She smiled as she found it and bent over to lightly kiss him. Lifting herself slightly, she wrapped her fingers around Conrad’s engorged member and led it into her waiting sex. Conrad let out a hard breath as the top of his bulbous head made contact with her soaking pussy. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, easing his thick member into her. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, as the hot rod glided into her slick insides. She swayed against Conrad as he finally entered her to the hilt.

“You feel so good,” she mumbled.

“I can say much the same,” he replied hoarsely. “Like liquid velvet embracing my cock.”

Tanya rolled her hips back and forth. Sweat trickled down her back from the exertion while pleasure slowly built inside her like a dam about to break free.

Conrad held on to her hips, pulling her down hard. Tanya moaned. With vigor, she bounced up and down, increasing her rhythm and causing her clit to bump against Conrad repeatedly. Conrad watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted as his breath came out in ragged spurts. Tanya’s breasts jiggled over him and he reached out to tweak them. She whimpered with delight and scraped her nails down his chest, leaving a line of livid red marks. Conrad growled. He pulled her down and kissed her passionately, their tongues entwining and mimicking the movement of their lovemaking. Suddenly, he released her and gazed into her eyes.

“Mine, you are mine, Tanya. Always. Forever. ”

Tanya nodded. Gripping her ass, Conrad pumped into her with abandon. He kissed her savagely, imprinting his very soul upon her mouth as his cock swelled and erupted into her womb. Tanya arched her back and dug her nails onto Conrad’s shoulder as pleasure rushed to every pore of her body in an intense climax.

“Conrad!”

Chapter Eleven

Conrad held Tanya to his chest, her warm body cupped against his like a spoon. He sighed contentedly. He was at peace. Tanya took his hand and lightly kissed his knuckles. Conrad turned her in his arms and found her lips, already slightly parted waiting for him to claim them. She molded herself against him, her plump breasts pressed against his chest, her legs entwined with his. He pressed her to him and heard her sharp intake of breath as his cock rose between them. He kissed the hollow in her neck. She giggled.

“It tickles,” she whispered.

He smiled appreciatively and kissed the spot again, her laughter turning into a soft moan as he grazed the tender skin with his teeth. He suckled softly and her hold on his hand tightened. Pressing down sharply, her body stiffened against his. Softening his hold, Conrad continued lavishing attention on her neck. He was aware that she’d probably sport a mark for a few days but he didn’t care. She was his and he wasn’t about to let her go at any moment. They would find a home and they’d settle down. He was through with his days as a mercenary. Perhaps they could set up an inn; he knew Tanya would like that. He growled low, his thoughts dispersing as Tanya snaked one of her hands between them grasping his stiff cock. With a feather-light touch, she caressed him from the base to the top, enticing another groan to escape him.

Suddenly, a scream rent through the air, disturbing their peace. Abruptly, Conrad let go of Tanya. There was another cry and the sound of doors being thrown open could be heard throughout the inn. Conrad glanced down at Tanya, the worry and confusion in her eyes mirroring his own. She nodded and he sprinted into action. Jumping out of bed, he donned his trousers while rushing to the door. He was still tying his breeches when he swung the wooden structure open. Chaos greeted him.

Women screamed and cried while men cursed. All of them pushed in their haste to get away. Some ran through the hall, dressed in nothing more than their nightgowns. Others in not quite such a hurry took their time to dress fully. They were the ones that tried to drag along their belongings. Suitcases, chests and boxes littered the hall and obstructed the path. Conrad couldn’t see what was occurring downstairs, but he guessed by the level of noise that the situation was much the same. Alarm bells began to be heard throughout and the reason for everyone fleeing became apparent.

“Fire. Fire!”

Conrad turned to face Tanya but she was already out of bed, tying her bodice with trembling hands. Conrad rushed to her side and gazed into her eyes.

“It’ll be all right, love.”

He squeezed her shoulder and searched for his chemise and weapons. He quickly put on his shirt. While he strapped on his sword he looked outside the window. From his vantage point, he could see the bottom floor of one of the new buildings under construction burning brightly. Unless the town folk organized themselves quickly, the whole inn would soon catch on fire.

“We have to get out of here, Conrad.”

The tremble in Tanya’s usually melodious voice brought him out of his contemplation. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the cluttered hall. She stopped before the door, fear etched on her features.

Conrad navigated through the human mass that was fighting to get out of the burning building. He used his bulk to good advantage, pushing and shoving aside those people too stubborn to move quickly and leave behind their material belongings.

They reached the stairs relatively fast, but once there, they were forced to stop. A man, in his haste to escape, had fallen down the stairs, breaking his neck in the process and blocking the way with his body and his large chest of belongings. People were bottling at the steps, crawling over the body and the chest and leaving behind those that weren’t as apt at climbing. Conrad swore.

“Out of the way,” he cried, dragging Tanya down with him.

A man with curly brown hair and a moustache turned to confront him, clearly not pleased that he was bossing them. For a moment, Conrad thought he recognized the man, but he dismissed the passing thought.