And the moment many of you have all been waiting for (*cough cough* @recordedtapes *cough cough*) For those who would like to skip, I recommend just going to the next chapter :) I highly suggest that if you are not 18+ you skip (unless you are mature enough for such things)
I am NOT good at writing this stuff and it's probably going to be beyond awkward for me but I know many of you have asked when the "deed" will be done lol. So....um, lets get started?
Bjorn kissed her passionately, pushing away everything that had caused him to grow tense and only thought about the beautiful creature before him. Her lips tasted like sweet and he wondered just what else tasted sweet. He smiled at the thought, causing Rowan to pull back breathlessly.
She gave him a confused look, not understanding what was causing the shirtless Rorik to be so amused in a moment like this. "What amuses you?"
Bjorn bit his lip and shook his head, he didn't want to frighten her with his sinful thoughts. Then again, she may like it. "It's nothing love," he replied, then began to kiss her once again.
Rowan's curious thoughts were instantly replaced by lustful ones and she let out a small moan as he slowly moved to a sensitive spot on he throat. She intertwined her fingers through his unruly curls and leaned back into the bed, causing him to follow her to where his body now laid on top of her own. She was grateful that his soft lips never left her body.
Bjorn made his way down her neck to her collar bone, kissing and sucking ever so slightly. When he noticed that her skin was now covered in goosebumps, he took pride in knowing that he was the one who had caused her body to react in such a way.
Rowan reveled in the sensations he had given her and closed her eyes, becoming lost in the moment. But after a few seconds passed by, she had already missed his lips on her own so she gently placed her hand under his jaw to guide him back, which he obeyed gladly.
She enjoyed the way his body could warm hers in a way that no blanket or furnace could, for this was a different type of warmth altogether.
Rowan kissed him hungrily, and became lost in his lips as his hands began to roam her body, landing on her breasts which he lightly caressed. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso, she suddenly she felt something prodding her upper thigh and she let out a soft smile knowing that it could on be one thing. She too took pride in the knowledge that she had caused his body to react in way.
Bjorn paused and pulled back, looking down at the imprint of his nether religions that pressed against her thigh, begging to be let out of his trousers.
Rowan placed a hand on the side of his face, demanding his attention. He grinned, almost animalistic, and began to kiss her once again. He trailed off of her plump lips to her jaw, enjoying every inch of her body. He could not believe that he had spent his entire life hating women and the thought of becoming intimate when they were so beautiful as Falkstan had said.
He slowed down in an attempt to gain more control of himself, for he wanted to savor ever moment.
When he reached just above Rowan's cleavage, he waited for her to draw him back, but when she did not he continued, taking his time to untie the string on her nightclothes. Every once in a while, he would look up at her to find her eyes wide and full of lust. Deciding to tease her, he froze when the last of the string was left to be pulled.
Rowan smirked and decided to take the matter into her own hands and roughly pulled the string herself, causing her nightclothes to fall open, leaving the skin just before her pink nipples bare.
Bjorn raked his eyes over her chest, engraving the sight in his mind. Her skin looked pale in the moonlight and ever so soft that he had to restrain himself from taking her right then. "You are so beautiful," he said, barley above a whisper.
Rowan could feel a blush creep onto her lips and she smiled. She then sat up so that they were eye level, "Do you love me?" she asked in a low voice. She knew he did, but before they continued she wanted him to tell her once more.
"Very much so," Bjorn said, looking into her cerulean eyes. He watched her nod her head and smile once more and wondered why she would ask such a question. To prove his answer, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers.
His breath tasted sweet and Rowan let out a small sigh, wrapping her arms around his body that had been toned by both training and war. Realizing that her bare breasts were pressed against his own chest she fought the urge to giggle. She enjoyed the way his skin felt against her own and she squeezed him slightly, begging him to come closer.
Bjorn could no longer control himself and for the third time that night, he broke away from her mouth and went straight to her breasts, pausing to take in heir beauty before continuing.
They sat upright on their own and fit perfectly into his large hands. He remembered many of his men talking about the sight of a woman's breast and how some preferred large ones or smaller ones. At the time, he tried his best to block out their conversation, for the thought of a man enjoying an inch woman's body had caused him to grow sick with anger. Looking back, he couldn't believe how simpleminded he was, but was glad that he had met this beautiful woman to change not only the way he thought, but had made him a better man in general.
He began to kiss the soft warm skin of her breasts, enjoying their texture. Then, ever so slightly, he began to lightly move his tongue on her erect nipples. When Rowan let out a moan, he knew that he had hit yet another spot of hers that she enjoyed. I'll add it to the list, my love.
She ran her fingers through his hair once more and took Kestrel's advice, letting her body relax and enjoy the sensations that washed over her body. She noticed that a certain wetness had began to collect in her underclothing and almost panicked when she remembered hearing Tursa answer a Sister's question on the way to the Venetian Forrest.
"But how will we know when we are ready?" Geil asked, curious as to how the process worked. Rowan internally cringed at the thought and tried her best to focus on the trail before her.
Tursa chuckled, "Do not fret. Your body will tell you. It will be as if you had an accident of sorts but know that it is just your body's way of preparing for you to lay with your mate."
Rowan fought to keep a small chuckle at bay as she recalled the memory. If only that version of myself could see me now.
Bjorn switched back and forth from her mouth to her breasts before he decided that he wished to explore more of her curves. And when Rowan began to slip off her underclothing, he was pleased that she too shared the same aspirations.
After she removed the thin piece of cloth, she tossed it onto the floor and bit her lip. Her heart raced as she thought about what was to happen in the moments to come, but she knew it was what she wanted. Needed.
Bjorn searched her face, not wanting to continue until he had her permission. She gave a slight nod and he grinned, then slowly pulled up her nightclothing.
He had never seen a woman's nether region before and did not know what to expect, but he quickly decided that this too was beautiful.
He leaned down and positioned himself on his stomach so that he could shower her most sweetest spot with affection as well. Slowly, he ran a thumb over her and immediately noticed how wet she was but quickly realized that he too had caused this.
When his thumb caressed a spot that he had heard many men gossip about, Rowan's body jumped. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
This time she couldn't help but to giggle, "No, just the opposite actually..." she said, trailing off and biting her lip, secretly wishing he would do it again.
Bjorn grinned and decided to return to the spot but with his mouth, causing Rowan to squirm again. "Oh...," she let out breathlessly. She had never felt pleasure in such a way in her eighteen years of life and scooted down a fraction so he could continue.
Bjorn wasted no time and pleased her for a few more moments until the sound of her voice halted him.
"Bjorn...," she said softly, caressing the side of his face. She had enjoyed every second of the pleasure he gave her with his mouth but she still craved more and knew what was needed to provide the satisfaction her body asked for.
Bjorn looked up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Her eyes told him what she needed and he felt his heart beat quicken. He looked down at the disturbance in his trousers once more and it too was telling him that it was time.
He brought his eyes to hers and nodded his head before crawling back up to kiss her. As their tongues danced with each other, he fumbled with his pants, finally able to slip them off and toss them on the ground next to Rowan's underclothes, leaving him completely bare.
Rowan paused when she heard the soft thud of his trousers and couldn't help but to look down to see Bjorn. She was surprised to see just how similar it was to the naked statue she first saw when she entered the palace and gave a small smile before returning her eyes to his.
"Let me know if you want me to stop or if I hurt you," Bjorn said in a low and husky tone that was thick with lust but still remained caring.
Rowan nodded her head and sucked in her bottom lip, anticipating the next moments to come.
Bjorn gently kissed her, and guided himself with on hand to Rowan. When he felt her with the top of his own member and stifled a groan. Then ever so gently, he slowly made his way inside.
Rowan sucked in a breath and gripped the back of his neck, surprised with yet another form of pleasure and pain. She sucked in a breath as she took him in.
Bjorn watched her face and noticed she had tensed her body. "Are you okay love?" he whispered, pausing halfway inside. Rowan cautiously nodded her head and blinked away a tear. She had felt all sorts of pain before, but nothing like this.
Bjorn pauses and brushed away the tear with his thumb. "I'll stop," he said, saddened that their time would end so soon
"No!" Rowan exclaimed quickly, "I'm okay, really. Just, go slow for a while."
Bjorn studies her face and looked into her eyes. Her saw that her need was as great as his own and he nodded his head and returned his lips to her own before entering deeper.
She let out another small moan, overwhelmed with the sensations she was experiencing. She no longer blamed the women who were so eager the first night at the Skabelse.
The Rorik moved his body back and forth, thrusting deeper and deeper while kissing her neck. He could feel her hot breath on his skin and he kept going, picking up the pace after a few moments.
Tingles racked through Rowan's body and she felt as if she were almost drunk from the pleasure and she savored every moment as if this would be her first and last chance to be ale to enjoy Bjorn's body.
"Oh Rowan...," Bjorn said in a deep voice. "You have no idea how amazing you feel."
If The Gladeswoman wasn't so distracted by the pleasure he gave her she would have smirked triumphantly.
A few more moments passed and slowly another sensation arose, one that started to build up in the Roriks body.
Thrusting his member into the beautiful creature that lay beneath him, he felt her body tighten around him as she let go. Feeling her walls clap down onto him, he decided he too could no longer hold it in and released the pent up feeling that he had had, and collapsed onto Rowan's chest, trying to catch his breath.
A warmth filled Rowan and she felt something start to drip down from her and assumed that it was seminal fluid.
Bjorn panted and smiled to himself. He was both tired and awake and felt like he could fight for hours in battle without ever tiring as well as sleep for a full day if given the chance.
Rowan enveloped Bjorn in her arms one more and kissed the top of his head as it laid on her chest. She watched it rise and fall with each breath she took. "I love you," she whispered.
Bjorn looked up at her and noticed a single tear had fallen onto her cheek once again. He wiped it away with the back of his index finger. "I love you too. Are you okay?" he asked, concerned for her.
Rowan smiled, "Yes, I am more than okay. I'm just...happy? I can't really explain it." She had many emotions swirling through bother her mind and body and did not know how to take them in all at once.
Bjorn nodded his head, understanding himself what she meant.
Together, the two shared a few more intimate kisses before falling asleep in each others arms.
Wow that was so much harder than I thought. Sorry if that sucked lol