If he was going to take her virginity, it wasn’t going to be on a sofa in the living room. He would take her where she would be pampered and surrounded in softness.

He guided her to his bedroom, showing her in and closing the door softly behind him.

She looked around, but apart from a blur of navy, white and silver, nothing else registered but the enormous four poster bed against the farthest wall. She took a deep breath as he put his hands on her shoulders and, pivoting on her heels, she turned to him and put her arms around his neck.

Now that the issue of her virginity was out in the open and not a problem, she hoped nothing else would ruin this experience. She so wanted it to be good. Not just for herself, but for him too. Although she was sure she had no idea how to accomplish that.

“Relax,” he whispered, as she looked at him with a mix between fear and hope in her eyes. “We’ll take this slowly and I promise you will enjoy it as much as I will.”

A rush of desire ran through her and she stood up on her toes. “Kiss me.”

He reached for her, kissing her with more fiery passion than before. Lust fired through his rushing blood, spreading quickly, stirred feverishly by the taste and smell of her.

This time when he kissed her he deepened it, moving as if to conquer her. How much time for her to relax into the moment?

She was almost afraid to feel what he made her feel. Yet, she was powerless to stop it. No man had ever excited her like this. She sank onto him, her dark eyes thick with passion. She pulled his head down to hers, meeting him with a kiss as demanding as his.

His hand found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down, red gauze pooling around her feet.

For a moment, he forgot what he’d been doing. Her waist was narrow, her stomach flat. He licked his lips. His fingers itched with his desire to touch her. Oh, yeah, I can definitely work with this.

“Get on the bed,” he told her.

It wasn’t a request.

She moved in silence and climbed on the bed.

His eyes bore down on her as he took off his clothes, as if daring her not to watch.

His muscled chest, flat stomach, tapered waist and hips, so defined and smooth, made her fingers itch. Not a measure of fat marred his tall frame.

She forced her gaze downward, watching his large hands unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. And when he pushed them down along with his underwear, she swallowed.

His large and engorged shaft was erect, jutting up toward his stomach in a soft bed of dark blond hair. And noticing it pulsing, she licked her lips, wondering at his taste.

Her eyes whipped up to his when a soft growl sounded at the back of Ludwig’s throat. Too late, she realized she’d been staring senselessly at him.

He grabbed himself and pumped his hand twice. “Do you like what you see?”

“Yes.” She blushed but wiggled her fingers at him. “Now, get yourself over here.”

There was something seductive, primitive in the way he carried himself to the bed—like a hunter stalking a prey. It was as if the marble statue had come to life for her and she wanted to touch the art instead of merely appreciating its beauty.

His electric blue gaze was filled with pleasure when he crawled over the bed and his thighs straddled her. His erection came close to her stomach when he bent over her. “Do you trust me?”

“Sí.”

“Give me your wrists.”

She was past the point of conscious reasoning. His words demanded, but his eyes and face begged her not to refuse him, and trusting him, she lifted her hands up.  

He crossed her arms at the wrists and took a soft rope from a drawer, all the while watching her face as he bound her wrists together.

She wiggled slightly, but didn’t fight.

Lifting her arms over her head, he made quick work of tying her to the top of the bedrest. He pulled her hands to make sure she couldn’t free herself.

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

“Ja, I do want you to touch me, I just don’t want you worried about it when this is all about you,” he answered.

“I’m…” Her lashes lowered, lifted, and she let out a breath. “I’m nervous.”

Nervous. His chest tightened with the honesty of her admission, at her continued trust in him; he wanted to be worthy of deserving it. The inference that someone had given her a reason to feel embarrassed angered him. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like it at all. Protectiveness flared inside him and he moved to her, sliding his hand to her face and kissing her. “You have no reason to be nervous with me. Not now, not ever.”

“Says you,” she whispered.

“Ja,” he agreed. “Says me, and I hope says you too very soon. Now. Do you want me to touch you?”

She nodded.

His lids lazily half-closed over his eyes. “Where?”

Her lips parted, but she couldn’t have made a sound if she’d tried. Her breath came out in a ragged pant.

Ludwig took a finger to her palm, running down her arm to her throat, over her speeding pulse, down her collarbone to sweep across the top of her right breast. “Do you want me here?”

Angelica nodded. She closed her eyes as his fingers narrowed in on her nipples, twirling lightly around them so they budded.

Her body stirred with an intense longing.

Ludwig thoroughly caressed and explored her upper body, before moving to touch her stomach, rubbing over her legs, whispering past her feet.

She had never felt anything like it before. Her chest ached. She wanted to cry out, but the feelings were so intense that instead she moaned. She wondered if perhaps she wasn’t frigid at all but had maybe just been an unwilling partner with inept boys and men. Her sense now was that she didn’t need to know anything about what they were doing. She merely had to feel what she was feeling, enjoy it, and follow her body’s lead.

By the time he made the journey back toward her hips, she was squirming against her bindings.

“Where else do you want me to touch you?” Ludwig asked.

“Everywhere,” she gasped.

He chuckled. “That can be arranged.”  

His lips found one ripe breast, roughly licking a nipple, teasing it mercilessly, to finally close his teeth lightly around it.

“Oh!” Her entire body jerked at the stinging pleasure.

Ludwig growled, giving the other breast the same attention. He bit lightly and her hips bucked.

Her knee lifted to rub against his hip. Using all her strength, she tried to pull him closer. Her hands fought to be free so that she could force him to her searching body.

His lips moved down across her body in the same path his hands had taken moments before.

He nipped at her inner thigh, kissed her from her knee down to her toes before traveling back up the other side. By the time he finished, he’d staked claim to almost every inch of her, worshipping and conquering at the same time.

“Por favor,” Angelica moaned, not completely sure what she was begging for.

“Please?” he repeated softly. “Do you want me to end your torment?”

He moved his hand to her stomach, reaching down. Gently he rubbed his fingers against her moist sex, testing her tightness.

His tongue trailed behind his fingers, along her stomach, kissing her hip, and then he breathed hotly against her pussy.

“Ludwig.” She tensed and tried to close her legs and resisted him without thinking. It was one thing to read about oral sex, but it was another thing—another very different thing—to let a man go down on her. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t need to know. Just to feel,” he growled, his large hands holding her open to him, fingers digging into her skin. His eyes lowered to her pussy and he let out a groan. “You’re so beautiful, and tonight you’re all mine.”

Pleasure rolled over her at his words and she would have consented to anything.

He put her legs over his shoulder and then his mouth was there, over her tight passage, his tongue probing inside her, lapping, licking.

“Ah!” The things I’ve missed out on! She’d never felt anything so exquisite. She could only hold onto the ropes as he pushed a broad finger inside her, in and out, his mouth setting her ablaze with the full tide of his restrained passion.

She squirmed on the bed, never having imagined anything as sweet as Ludwig’s possession. Her legs over his shoulders trembled, moans left her mouth as he sucked her clit and slowly pumped another finger inside her.

“Ah, sí. Don’t stop.”

“That’s it, Liebchen. Come for me,” he growled in her folds.

And then his fingers and tongue were moving faster, sucking and entering her, overwhelming in their relentless teasing.

“Oh, Cristo!” Her body jerked, her passage clamping around his fingers, as the first wave hit her. “Ludwig.”

As her desire had begun to respond naturally to his, she forgot her plans, forgot that she was a princess, she simply forgot herself, mindlessly riding his face and fingers, crying out in a climax so fierce she felt as if she was being ripped apart just to be put back together again as a new woman.

When she opened her eyes, Ludwig was leaning over her, smiling and looking very proud of himself.

“You’re glowing.” He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, “And that was just my mouth and hand, Liebchen.”

“Was I…?” Vulnerable, she peeked up at him from between her lashes. She felt possessed, her whole body hummed with life.

“You were perfect.” He released her wrists, drawing them down to kiss the reddened flesh. He bent over her and kissed her mouth. “Tantalizingly delicious.”

His hard cock brushed against her stomach and she realized he hadn’t got his pleasure.

She wanted to touch him, explore him, as he had her. Give back to him as much as pleasure as he had given her. Her eyes took in his body and she grabbed his large, almost intimidating erection in her palm. “And…what about you?”