,,it's like you hit me with lightening,,joscelin

[Queen Danielle Brent]

ooc; sorry, it's not very good :p

-- It was a gorgeous day outside. Danielle was getting restless just sitting in the parlor, listening to her ladies in waiting giggle and gossip. She had no use for it. She would much rather be outside, walking around the grounds getting some fresh air. She decided to excuse herself, and was immediately flanked by two of the girls. Had she actually thought it would be this easy to just get away? Sometimes she forgot she was the queen. With a little finesse, she somehow got the girls in front of her. This would be much easier. They left the small room and they were the only ones in the long corridor. Danielle walked behind them for a few moments, before ducking into a side hallway.

-- She grinned to herself as she heard the two ladies continue walking and giggling. Surely they would know what she had done when they finally realized she was no longer behind them. Danielle grinned as she walked briskly toward her husband's study. Surely he would be there at this time, and would need some rescuing. Danielle could just see the furrow in his brow as he pondered over some important matter. In no time, she was standing outside the door. Smoothing her dress, she knocked lightly on the door before opening it, standing up straight.

-- Her husband and a couple other men looked up at her. "So sorry to intrude, but there's a problem. I'm going to have to borrow the King for a moment." She curtsied and threw a grin at her charming husband. They all looked puzzled at her statement. Danielle gathered her skirts and turned around, walking back through the door, waiting for her husband to follow her. Danielle worried about him. He had been awfully stressed lately, and she just wanted him to relax, if even for a few moments. She hoped she wouldn't make him mad by stealing him away just to talk and be with him.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Joscelin wasn't one who would suddenly shy away from his duties, but to be completely honest, Joscelin was being worn thin. He had been tested at every turn over the past few weeks due to the constant pressure the rebels had set on him and his people. They had begun to raid small villages, raiding cattle and supplies where they could. Unfortunately, Joscelin couldn't risk stretching his forces thin in order to protect every village and hamlet across Solraya, and it seemed as if each village that wasn't defended was attacked, no matter how he arranged forces from one area to another. He was gaining no upperhand or any semblance of a break. It was a frustrating matter, and one that the Commanders of his military wished to bring to his attention before acting on it. He sat there, deep in thought with his fist settled underneath his chin. His brow was furrowed.

Then she was there . . . Queen Danielle Brent . . . his lady wife.

Joscelin, and the two men, all looked up in genuine surprise to see her. Joscelin, however, looked the most relieved out of them all. He needed this for Joscelin's mind, and heart, simply wasn't in tune nor focused on the subject of the country's defense. He felt that whatever he did was simply not good enough, and he needed to clear his mind and start anew lest he make a terrible, horrible mistake.

She spoke, curtsied, and left. Joscelin's heart skipped a beat within his chest as he stared after her.

"I am sorry, my lords, but my lady wife requires my attention. We will resume our discussion later in the day, if not then, then upon the morrow," Joscelin said, and he straightened himself. If he hadn't been King the men would have certainly pressed him to stay and dismiss his wife, but Joscelin was King and no one was about to cross him when it came to his wife amongst all things. In a few moments, Joscelin left the study, and he shut the door behind him. His hand lifted to bury knuckle deep within her hair, fisted there at the back of her head as he drew her close until their brows touched. It was wolfish in affection as his eyes fell shut and he simply savored their closeness and her scent.

"You should have come sooner, my Queen," he murmured huskily. Then concern filled his eyes when they opened. "What is the problem?" He asked.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- A small smirk spread across her lips as she heard the rumble of her King's voice. Victory. Not that she had been worried that he wouldn't follow her. She had made the right decision by getting him out of his meeting. This was the most exhausted and worn out she had ever seen him. Danielle knew a little about what was going on, but having to deal with it? It would forever be beyond her. The door opened, and she turned around to face her husband. Her eyes fluttered close as he buried his hand in her hair. Being close to him was her favorite thing in the world. How she had missed him. When was the last time they had spoken more than a few words? It had been too long, way too long.

-- "I had to get away from the ladies first." She giggled, opening her eyes to study his face. Danielle wrapped her arms around his waist, drawing them even closer together. She needed to feel him close to her. She felt as if she had been deprived of his touch. Meet his concerned eyes, she spoke again. "The problem, my king, is that I missed you, and that I knew you needed a little time away from everything. You're going to make yourself sick with all this stress." Her voice was soft and light and filled with worry. Danielle stood on her tip-toes as she rubbed her little nose softly against his. "You'd be no use to me if you're dead." Another little giggle escaped past her lips.

-- Reluctantly she drew herself away from him. "I cannot stand being inside this castle a moment longer. Let's talk a walk around the grounds. I'm sure some of the flowers are blooming already!" The grounds would be stunning in a few more weeks and that would be the only place Danielle would be. The fresh fragrance was refreshing after being stuck up in the castle all winter, which drove her crazy. Surely the ladies wouldn't mind a change in scenery either, or the fresh air. "And I'm ordering you not to think about any problems of the kingdom while you're with me. It makes you look far too gloomy, and nothing at all like the King I married." Danielle told him playfully.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Everything about Danielle made his heart quicken within his chest. Her scent and warmth was intoxicating. Her eyes made him ache. The softness of her hair made him want to bury his face there. Her giggle made him smile wide, toothy, and brilliant. She made him feel young. She made him feel like the Prince once again, and as he once was. When she settled her arms around his waist, Joscelin drew his body against hers. He settled so close that the line of his hard, honed body, nearly crushed hers. His hips tucked close, and his chest settled against her breasts through her gown as their noses touched. He listened, still with a smile upon his face.

"Aye, that's very true my Queen," Joscelin said. He lifted his freehand to cup her cheek as his calloused thumb stroked over her lower lip. "I have missed you sorely, Danielle," he admitted, suddenly realizing at that very moment just how much that he had. Joscelin was so hard at work, and so focused and concerned about his country, that he hardly allowed time for himself to wind down. In fact, so much so that Joscelin couldn't even recall the last time he had relaxed. Nonetheless, Danielle coming to free him of his duties meant so much to him. Her concern for him made him feel wanted more than he had felt in ages. He leaned down to kiss her, but it was just as she was drawing herself away, and his mouth touched her ear instead.

"Of course, my Queen," he said, and Joscelin smiled once more. He offered his arm to her there and then, eager to feel her settled close at his side. "I would love to see the flowers with you. I have yet to see the gardens in...God," he looked thoughtful, and he laughed. "It has been a very long time," he confessed. When her order came about, Joscelin's eyes filled with amusement. "Ah, of course, my Queen," he said, and Joscelin caught her hand with his. He lifted it to kiss her fingertips, but then he breathed out heavily.

"I must confess that it has been hard not to be so down," Joscelin admitted, although reluctantly. "Ah, but I'll shove that out of my mind. I must keep your orders lest I suffer some ill consequence for breaking them," he said, and he looked amused as he led her from his study. As they walked, Joscelin continued to steal glances of her. She was so beautiful.

"I have missed you. I feel as if I have not seen you in ages," he murmured the words, filled with emotion.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- Her deep brown eyes drifted over him. Danielle was attracted every last bit of him. Not only his handsome looks, but his mind and soul. She realized she had always had a crush on him, even if she hadn't wanted to admit it. Even as children they had gotten along really well. Back then she would have never though they would end up getting married and she would be queen. She was sure had someone told them that back then, it would have been met with wrinkled noses and fake sick noises. Oh but how she loved him. She couldn't imagine her life without him.

-- Danielle gently rested her head against his hand, savoring his touch, her long lashes fluttering against her cheek. "I've missed you too, more than anything," she whispered. How hard would it be to go back to not seeing him much after this? She'd have to stop herself from rushing to call on him every time she longed to feel his touch, or to hear his voice. It would certainly be extremely difficult. She would have to find something to distract her mind. As she turned away his lips brushed against her ear. She would just have to make him wait for a kiss.

-- Joscelin's smile always made her smile, and she was still grinning like a fool when she looped her arm over his and standing close to him, tucking herself against his side. There was no other place she would rather be. He always made her feel so safe and secure. "Good! Because you didn't have a choice." Danielle said mischievously. "We both need the fresh air, and I know a little spot where no one will find us." That was the great thing about exploring, you found little secret spots long forgotten and out of the way. Perfect for the King and Queen to escape to and have a few moments to themselves.

-- She giggled at his warm breath tickling her delicate fingers. "I know. Things will get better. You're a wonderful king and you will get everything figured out. I have all the faith in the world in you." She looked up at him, speaking with every bit of honesty she had in her. She believed strongly in her husband, always had and always would. "I must think of something in case you should break my rule." Danielle told him, trying to hold a serious face, but broke into laughter. "You know I could never do anything mean, especially to you." She snuggled closer against his side.

-- "And I feel the same. It seems the only thing I've been thinking about is you." Danielle looked up at him once more as the walked. "Today and tonight will be ours. I'm stealing you away. Everyone else will have to manage without you for a little while. I'm sure they can." She was very pleased with this statement, and her mind was set on it. Nothing could change it now. Not even all the guards with swords and spears set against her could get her to change her very stubborn mind.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Idly, Joscelin wondered where he would have been without Danielle. He would have still be King of Solraya, but he would have certainly been worn thin by then. He would have been lost to court proceedings and intrigue. He would have been lost to everything and he wouldn't be the man that he was today. Danielle had shaped him as a second half to man should have. She was everything to him, and in a way, it was nearly hard to believe. Since his youth, she had been there. She had won him over with her enthusiasm and cheer. He loved when she smiled, touched him, and lured him into things he normally wouldn't have. Every moment with her had always felt like an adventure because there was always more to learn and find out, and she made him feel wanted.

God, he loved her.

"No one at all?" Joscelin asked, genuinely curious. There was a part of him that doubted it but then there was another part of him that dared to hope she spoke the truth. He would like to disappear for a few hours if not a day and night with her. He couldn't recall the last time he had a moment alone with her to share and be intimate with her, but God, he wanted her now more than he had ever wanted her. It was because she made him feel like a man, especially with the way she spoke of him with such confidence and treated him so well.

"I pray that you speak the truth, my Queen. If I could do so, I'd run off with you and disappear for a fortnight," Joscelin confessed. It wasn't that he wanted to leave behind his country, however, because that wasn't the case. It was just that he had no time to himself. Between the skirmishes, raids, and typical art of diplomacy, Joscelin hadn't had time to be himself and think. There was always a matter to take care of and it seemed to continue to grow with each passing day. It was like a dam, and he wondered what else he could shoulder before he broke and it all came crashing through.

"Aye, of course you cannot be mean to me. You are in love with me and for good reason. I am a handsome, charming young man," he said, and he smiled at her - no, he grinned at her. It was sly and full of that charm he had since his youth. He savored the feel of her body snuggled against his flank and he tilted his face into her hair. He breathed in her scent shamelessly.

"Court has kept me away from you and your touch," he breathed out against her hair. "It is a crime for I long for your warmth in our bed, and I am more than willing to have today and tonight be ours, and to be stolen by you," Joscelin said, his voice husky and still filled with emotion - want, need, and desire. All the while they walked, and when they finally left the wide, stone corridors of the castle, Joscelin breathed in the brisk, nature filled air of the gardens. Just seeing it from the outside, and not even walking amongst the garden yet, was stimulating to his senses. He had been far too long without nature, without simply being out here, walking or riding. God, he needed it as much as he needed her.

"I await your lead, Danielle," he said with a smile.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- Shaking her head, she smiled. "Not a single soul." Well, if the really wanted to find them, she was sure they would. But surely there couldn't be something so important that hey had to steal her husband away from her. All Danielle had to do was reassure him that they would be completely alone, and would be undisturbed so his mind could rest if only for the day and night. God knows he needed it. No one else cared so deeply about this man than Danielle, and no one could. They were a perfect match in every way. He made her feel so many things, so many wonderful things. He treated her like a lady without making her feel inferior. Not that she would have let him, though. Would anyone else be able to live with her stubborn and outspoken streaks?

-- "It's a shame we can't. I can't help but think of all those adventures we went on while you were still prince. We were gone for days. Oh your father got so upset, but not for long. All you had to do was grin and flash a smile and all was forgiven." Danielle laughed as she nuzzled his arm with her cheek. How she missed those reckless days. They had hardly any real duties or things to attend to. Now Joscelin was a slave to his title. Danielle had virtually nothing to worry or stress about. But her dear husband liked to make her worry and fret.

-- "And certainly not arrogant." Danielle teased playfully. And that grin, she though. Remember it was the exact same grin that had won her over time and time again. It was also the reason she could never be upset at him. He knew it too and used it to his advantage. Danielle sighed with contentment as he buried his face into her hair, breathing in her scent. A small shiver ran through her slender frame as he spoke into her hair. "I know my love. And I hate court for keeping you from me. I long for your touch as well...I crave it." Her voice was low and soft, and filled with a touch of sadness. For the first time, she realized just how lonely she was without her husband beside her. But she knew the kingdom needed him more.

-- Finally they were outside, free of the stuffiness of the castle. Danielle nodded and smiled as she made her way toward her spot in the gardens. They walked among blooming flowers along the paths. "It's so lovely outside. The fresh air will do you good." She told him, continuing to walk and lead Joscelin towards a small copse of trees in a forgotten back corner. There was a small stone archway leading into a little private garden which hadn't been tended in a good long while. It was out of the way, and she could see why it would be easily forgotten. There was a large grassy path where tended flowers had one been, and the vines and trees had grown up.

-- "It's not much. But it's a good place to be able to speak freely and relax. I usually escape from the ladies here. They're quite used to me running off." Danielle giggled as she stopped and faced him, pressing her body against him once more. Her eyes looked deep into his but she could help but bury her face into his chest. "Oh Joscelin, I've missed you so much." Her voice slightly muffled by the fabric. She clung to him as if this were the last moment they would have together. Danielle couldn't stand not looking at him so she leaned her head back, her eyes now filled with passion and desire for her husband. "I'd love to have that kiss now. If you wouldn't mind."

[King Joscelin Brent]

"Ooh," Joscelin broke into laughter. "I recall. He had thought you were the worst thing for me, but I convinced him otherwise, even when we disappeared for so very long..." Joscelin said, and he trailed off. He looked thoughtful as his brow furrowed. God, that had been so long ago! It was so strange to realize that time had passed so quickly. It felt as if they were both in their youthful years only yesterday, and that they used to run off and adventure across Solraya together. God, he had wanted her so badly when they had grown up. Her scent. Her warmth. Her everything. He wanted so badly to have her and now he did.

When she confessed to craving his touch, Joscelin couldn't help but feel his pulse quicken. If they had been truly alone, Joscelin would have caught her within his arms, kissed her, and freed her of her bodice. He would have explored her with his mouth, and he would have basked in her glory. Yet, he hadn't. He had to resist, even when he felt a thrum of arousal stir within him. She needed him. She was his duty as well as his wife, confidante, friend, and thensome. She was his everything and to know that he had been kept away from her...it hurt him. God, he wanted to make it better. He wanted to tend and soothe her.

"I will make things better, Danielle, I swear it," he promised.

Outside, Joscelin couldn't help but agree.

"Aye, it will and already is," Joscelin said, and he smiled.

Joscelin followed her, savored the scent of everything around him, the warmth of the sun, and the breeze that stirred his hair. He loved when she took the initiative, especially at times like these when he needed it. He followed her through the archway and into the copse of trees. His eyes wandered, and his smile seemed to only grow further. She spoke, and Joscelin listened as he reached out with one hand to touch what was in sight. He had always felt at home, and at peace, when he was a part of nature.

"Is that so? If you had told me then I could have retired here to be with you before," he said. He tried to reach up and touch her cheek, but she was faster and more eager. She pressed close and the feel of her warm, soft body made him ache. His arms settled around her and his face brushed her hair. She missed him, and his heart responded - beat, beat, beating away in eagerness. "I have missed you as well, Danielle, with all of my heart," he murmured. When she drew back, his eyes searched hers. He saw the passion and desire in her eyes, as well as in the reflection of his own eyes.

He didn't speak. He couldn't. Instead, Joscelin reached up, and he fisted his hand in her hair at the back of her head. It was rough and tender all at once as he drew her closer to himself. His mouth lowered to hers and he kissed her - hard, deep, eager, and with fervor. His tongue stroked her lips and parted them without shame. He explored her mouth, eager to touch her tongue with his as he moaned into her and his freehand cupped her hip.

He needed this.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- It had also been too long without hearing his laugh. "I never knew that. But I'm very glad you didn't listen to him." Danielle teased. Surely her father had pulled some strings, showing the king and queen how wonderful his daughter would be suited to be queen. She wasn't a noble by any means, and they probably thought they would be able to control her, should anything happen to Joscelin. But she knew she hadn't been the best of influence on her husband; always encouraging him to run away to some place with her, exploring their future kingdom. Danielle could have argued it would only help them in the long run, but they were young, naive, and in love. Nothing else had mattered to them.

-- She had chosen her words carefully, knowing what they did to her unsuspecting husband. Especially since they hadn't been close enough for intimacy in a long while. Tonight would be very interesting. She would be waiting for him to just whisk her away to their bedroom, and she would be more than willing to go along with him. Right now, though, all she wanted to be was close to him, to feel him and hear his voice. The little things were the ones that mattered. "I know you will. You always do." The smile she gave was comforting and warm. Joscelin had never lied to her, or gone back on his word.

-- "Good! I knew it was just the perfect thing to do today." Danielle said happily. They both enjoyed nature. She knew just what she would do as a small present for the next time she was able to steal her husband away from his kingly duties. She would tend this little garden, plant some flowers and maybe have a stone bench brought in. But then someone would know about it besides her and Joscelin. The grass would be much softer anyway. It would be their little hideaway. A small nod was the response she gave before speaking. "I hadn't really thought about it. It's mainly when I'm just sick of being stuck inside with the ladies and the endless gossip. Just a few moments before going to find them again. But from now on this place is ours."

-- She knew he had missed her, because she had missed him. There was hardly a moment that went by that she did not think about Joscelin when they were apart. As she looked into his eyes, waiting for the kiss, he drew her close to him and finally their lips met with all of the pent up passion and desire they felt. Danielle's body reacted to his and her tongue followed his lead. Her hips instinctively pressed against his as best they could through the layers and layers of fabric in her dress. Her chest was pressed hard against his, her heart pounding wildly. Danielle gently bit his lip and tugged back slightly before taking a deep breath. "I do need to breathe my love, especially with this damned corset." Danielle laughed, then reached up and brushed her soft lips against his to tease. "How I've missed your kisses." She whispered, still slightly out of breath.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Joscelin's heart beat swiftly with hers as her breasts were crushed by his chest. His hips settled firm against her own before they suddenly stirred. It was more than obvious that he was aroused - hard and aching terribly. He shuddered, sighed, and moaned as his body strained against the confines of his trousers, and the separation of their bodies brought on by the layers upon layers of her gown. Oh, God, he longed to tear her bodice free and to gather her skirts about her waist, and to simply claim her right there and then. He would have as well if not for the fact that she suddenly spoke. It broke his train of vivid thoughts about her bare, fair flesh.

"Simply speak the words and I'll free you of it," he said suddenly. His voice was deep and husky, and his grin spoke volumes as much as his eyes did. They were full of want, need, and more, more, more. His nose lowered to brush against her smaller one before he kissed her tenderly.

"No more, Danielle," he said. It was a promise, and it was soon after sealed with another kiss. "I have been away from you for far too long. How could I have been so blind to your needs?" He asked, and he kissed her once more. "I cannot live without your touch or warmth...I have chosen you as my wife for a reason, and I should have called upon your wifely duties far sooner," he said, and again, he kissed her. His lips lingered this time, however, and all the while his hair was tight in her hair. It was hard, possessive, and tender all at once. It was animalistic, and wolfish of him, as he broke their kiss. He was breathless as his brow settled against hers and his eyes searched her own. All the while his freehand seemed to be everywhere at once.

He stroked her hip, and then her side, and before long his fingers ran over the stays of her bodice. His heart beat quicker at the prospect of having her now. He continued to search her face as his fingertips tangled within her stays, and is breath came hot and fast.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- Danielle could barely feel him, but she knew he was highly aroused. And so was she. She longed for him to love her in only a way a husband can love a wife. It had been so long since they had been skin on skin. Her thoughts were beginning to get clouded by lust and desire. And she was sure he was able to hear her heart beat loudly against her chest, which was still pressed firmly again Joscelin's. Nothing could tear her away from him now that she had him all to herself. "Please do. I can barely breathe." Danielle begged, almost moaning. She need him now, she couldn't deny it any longer.

-- A soft giggle was released as he brushed his nose against hers. After another, very welcomed, kiss she spoke to him, "Do not think of it a moment longer. Our kingdom needs you in far greater ways than mine. But that does not mean I don't want you more than anything else in the world." Danielle said. Any other thoughts were cut off with yet another kiss, his hand still tangled in her long hair. She loved how possessive he was towards her, how he wasn't afraid to handle her. "But yes, you should have. I love fulfilling my duties as a wife. Nothing pleases me more than pleasing you and seeing you happy." Which was on hundred percent true. She always put Joscelin before herself. Not only because he was the king, but because she loved him and truly and deeply cared about him.

-- Their eyes met and held while his hand roamed over her body. Danielle pushed herself as close as she could get to him, and against his hand. Her breathing picked up as his hand danced along the stays of her bodice. "Joscelin, just take it off. I beg you." If he didn't, she was sure she would start trying to undo it herself. Her eyes were pleading, her brows furrowed slightly, showing her frustration and utter need feel his bare chest against her own, to feel him claim her as his wife as he had so many times before.

-- It was exciting to think they would make love here, now. Surely no one knew about this place. But what did it matter? They were married and very much in love. No one could frown upon them taking advantage of some of the perks of being man and wife. Joscelin wasn't moving fast enough for her liking so she grabbed hold of him and pulled him back against the stone wall in which the stone arch was situated. Now she was pinned between her husband's large, masculine body and the wall, but she leaned forward enough so he could still get her bodice off. "I need you now Joscelin." Her voice was a little more than a moan as she grabbed his face and brought it down to hers to kiss him with all the passion that filled her small frame.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Joscelin loved when she writhed underneath his touch. The notion of having that power over her made him want her more. It made him ache and tremble, especially more so when she was vocal. She begged him, and God, he loved the sound of her begging. He entertained the thought of tugging upon her hair in order to hold her at arm's length and urge her to beg. Yet, he couldn't. Oh, God, he couldn't. He needed her as badly as she needed him - now. He would have her now, and he would urge her to perform her wifely duties. He would bask in the glory of her without shame or care of being found here in the midst of their secret garden, but then she moved.

His heart skipped a beat when she grabbed ahold of him, and then suddenly she was trapped between him and that hard, unforgiving stone archway. His hand still had room to move, and it moved deftly over the stays of her bodice. He tugged, twisted, and pulled. He undid it as his mouth fell upon hers hungrily. They kissed, and Joscelin savored the feel of her hands on his face as his tongue parted her lips in search of hers. He moaned, groaned, and growled. He tugged upon her hair to pull her closer, urging her to take what she wanted as he had from her. All the while he freed her of the confines of that offensive gown of hers - a gown that hid her beautiful, fair body from him.

He broke their kiss suddenly, but Joscelin did not let up. His lips trailed down her chin, underneath, and over her throat. His tongue ran a hot trail down the hollow of her throat, and over her collarbone before stroking hot, eager kisses over the tops of her breasts. His hand reluctantly left her hair there, and then both of them moved to remove her bodice and discard it to the earth underfoot. When she was free of her bodice, Joscelin lifted his hands to the the sleeves of her dress. Mayhap he shouldn't have been so overeager, but he was, and he was rough in the midst of it. He tore her dress as he drew the fabric down the length of her arms, baring her breasts to cool air, and his hands fell to clasp her buttocks shamelessly. He lifted her whilst simultaneously tugging upon her skirts, bunching them about her waist as his body pressed between her thighs. His mouth moved hot and hard against hers.

"I need to be inside of you, my love," he murmured huskily, his tongue running over her lips. He was desperate and in need of her. There was simply no doubt of it as he searched her eyes. He loved to watch her during their moments of intimacy. He loved to see her writhe, moan, and cry out. He loved to see her free and eager. He loved to simply have her and know that she was all his.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- Danielle squirmed and wiggled, trying to get closer and feel more of him against her body. But it wasn't enough, and it wouldn't be until they were skin on skin. It didn't even bother her they weren't in bed, and were outside for all the world to see. She needed him badly and she would have him. Right here and right now. Her body longed for him. And then finally his hands were pulling at her bodice, undoing the laces. Finally, sweet relief came when it was finally undone. Her chest swelled as she broke away from their kiss for a moment to take in a deep breath. Her soft, plump lips were pressed once more against his. Their tongues met and his moans and growls filled her with more passion and arousal.

-- She moaned as he tugged on her hair, pulling her closer. Danielle was about to pull his mouth back up to hers but his lips were kissing down her neck to the top of her chest.This action brought another moan forth. The cool spring air rushed over her skin as she was slowly freed from her heavy gown, causing goosebumps to rise over her exposed flesh. It just made her want to get closer to Joscelin and feel his warmth. A small gasp followed the moan as she heard the crisp ripping sound of her gown being torn. "Careful. I have to wear that back, you know." Danielle scolded playfully, grinning. It would give everyone something to talk about, though.

-- Giggling, she wiggled as he gripped her bottom and lifted her up, her thick skirts bunching around her waist. Her legs wrapped around his hip, pulling him closer. Danielle could feel his desire for her, pressing between her thighs. His kisses were like a drug to her and she rested a hand at the nape of his neck, drawing him closer while her other hand moved down to tug at the laces on his trousers. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were full of desire and passion. "I need you to be as well. Please take me Joscelin. Right here and now. I need you!" Danielle cried out in a moan.

[King Joscelin Brent]

It didn't matter to Joscelin. He could have commissioned an entirely new wardrobe for Danielle if that were the case because the coin was no matter to him. He would have done anything to be complete with her for that's all he wanted at that very moment. Yet, she was playful, and Joscelin knew it as his hips hitched, swayed, and ground against hers. He was shameless, at least until her hand reached down between them to free him. He loved that. Then again, he loved everything about her. It was hard not to. He felt like a sailor and she the siren, and her voice had lured him closer and closer to what he wanted most of all.

"I'm here," Joscelin murmured huskily. His hand lowered to join hers as he assisted her to free himself. The laces were undone, and his trousers were shoved out to bare himself to her. He was shameless as he caught her hand and urged her hand to wrap around him. His mouth fell on hers hungrily, and his freehand continued ot fondle her bare buttocks as he urged her to lead him. They moved together, and within moments, he was within her and . . .

"Ah, God," he moaned loudly, and Joscelin broke their kiss. His brow settled upon hers and his nose brushed against hers. His breath was hot as it fell upon her full, plump lips. His hips buckled suddenly. His movement was rough and without shame as he buried himself to the hilt inside of her. She was so warm, sweet, and tight. God, he loved it, and he hoped he never had to leave her. He smothered her with his hard, muscled body, at least until he swiftly removed his shirt, tossing it aside. His hard, bare chest crushed her breasts, and he pinned her against the stone archway. He left her with no where to go but forward . . . to him.

"I love you," he whispered against her mouth.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- Danielle moaned out as she ground back against her husband. Her hips moved every which way they could and every movement brought new sensations, sending pleasure through her body. No longer did she care about her ripped dress, or now dirty bodice. All she was focused on was making love to Joscelin. She kept teasing him with little moves, making him want her more. Oh but how she wanted him. Every part of her body was screaming for his touch, for his kisses, for his love. He made her feel completely alive. Danielle wondered how he did this to her? How he could keep doing this time and time again. It never got old or boring. Their feelings hadn't changed, that spark hadn't gone out.

-- Their hand worked together to free him. Once he was, it didn't take much urging to get her to wrap her delicate hand around his manhood. She loved feeling his desire for her. As his hand worked her bottom, she worked on him, stroking him lightly as their lips met in a flurry of passion. Danielle guided him to her most private and intimate area and Joscelin didn't hesitate in entering her. His moan broke their kiss and she could help but to moan herself. Danielle was almost panting as he bucked inside her, filling her. Their brows and noses toughed intimately and her plump lips parted slightly as she felt his warm breath on them.

-- Finally they were skin to skin and she settled her hands on his muscled chest alongside her breasts. The only movement she could make was forward, her hips matching his rhythm. "Oh Joscelin!" Danielle moaned, her eyes closing in pleasure. Her eyes opened slightly at his words. "And I love you too." She said in a breathy whisper. "How I do love you." Danielle brought her lips up to his, kissing him with so much passion. One hand rested on the nape of his neck, the other still on his chest. Her legs tightened more around his hips, bringing him closer to her, drawing him in.