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

[King Joscelin Brent]

She loved him. It was an unconditional love as well . . . a love shaped by years of friendship and trust. It's what made every intimate moment with her feel as if he were overwhelmed and drowning in everything that was her - scent, warmth, and taste. It was ecstasy. He kept his brow pressed against hers and his eyes fell down between them. He savored the sight of her bare breasts being crushed by his hard chest, and the sight of her small, delicate hands laying at either side of them against his chest. His heart beat, beat, and beat against her bare, fair skin, and he longed to lean down and catch every bead of sweat of her skin with his tongue.

She kissed him, and Joscelin kissed her back without hesitation. His tongue ran over her plump lips, and God, Joscelin couldn't help but image them everywhere upon him as he thrusted his tongue inside of her mouth, exploring her as he accentuated each stroke with a rough, angled thrust inside of her, burying himself until he could press no further. Then her legs tightened around him, and Joscelin arched his back and threw his weight behind each thrust. The sound of their lovemaking carried through the copse of trees, accentuated only the stir of the wind in the trees, and their hard, hot, and heavy panting. Then his freehand was upon her, catching her gently upon her throat as he held her still and broke their kiss.

His eyes were dark and full of want . . . they were full of her. It was her reflection writhing and plump, soft lips parted with each moan she loosed unto the world around him. It was the way her hair swayed under each rough, eager thrust. It was their love embodied in that one instant of intimacy that he wished would never end. She was absolutely flawless as well . . . so beautiful beyond the fact that she was his beloved. He wanted to fall upon his knees and worship her with his hands and mouth, and to show her how much he hadmissed her. He wanted to ravage her and forget of his duties. He wanted to forget of the Kingdom for one day and night.

"Say my name," Joscelin breathed out suddenly, and he leaned forth to brush his lips softly against hers . . . just barely so. All the while his eyes searched hers as his want, plea, and command fell from his lips. To see her writhe under his hand, hips, and hard body, made him tremble so much so that she could feel it in his body as he had her.

"Please, Danielle," He begged, barely making out the words as he bit at her chin.

Joscelin, Joscelin, Joscelin . . . oh, how she used to say his name and still did . . .

He didn't care if they were heard or caught.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- The passion Danielle felt for him wasn't purely lust, or physical attraction. It was love felt deep in her very being. Every time she was around him, every part of her was on high alert, wanting his touch, his embrace. She loved his voice and his sweet words. Danielle had always loved him, truly and deeply. And she knew he felt the same. Never had she doubted his feelings for her, and never had she second guessed her feelings for him. If this moment didn't prove that, nothing would. His great, muscled body pressed hard against her aroused her more. Even the thought of how easily he could crush her and smother her aroused her slightly, but he wouldn't and never did. Joscelin was rough but careful at the same moment. What didn't she love about this wonderful man loving her so deeply?

-- And his tongue. How it savored and worshiped her mouth and lips, and anywhere else it touched. Danielle kissed him back, matching his passion, and her tongue meeting his. His mouth swallowed her moans as he thrust deeply inside her with her own hips moving, craving more of him. Not for a moment did she think if anyone could hear them. In fact, she wished everyone could hear them. They could hear how intensely they did love each other, and how wonderful her husband could make her feel. Joscelin was an amazing lover. Danielle gasped slightly as she felt her husband's hand gently on her throat and looked deeply into his eyes. Every emotion was reflected in their eyes.

-- How she wished this moment would never end. If only they could forget their titles and duties and just run away somewhere they would never be found. But that could never happen. They both loved this kingdom. And what would befall after they left? What a silly thought that was, leaving. Then he spoke. He told her, begged her even, to say his name. Danielle nodded frantically, trying to find her voice. She could hear the want and desire filled with it, she could feel the tremble in his body. His lips brushed against hers brought a soft, breathless moan forth from her lips as well when he begged her once more.

-- A small nip at her chin brought his name from her swollen lips. "Joscelin." At first it was soft, unsure. Then it grew louder, filled with more and more passion each time she cried it out. "Joscelin!" Each cry of his name was broken by a feminine moan. How she loved to say his name, it rolled off her tongue smoothly. She would say his name as many times as he wanted. Danielle would do anything for her King, her husband, her lover, her best friend. He was her everything.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Oh, Joscelin did not know how he managed to hold on. He was overwhelmed in every which way, and his senses were clouded by her scent, taste, and heat. The sound of her voice made his heart beat, beat, and beat, faster, faster, and faster. He thought it was nigh about to burst from his chest as his hips rolled, rutted, and thrusted against her. Each crash of their bodies left hers helplessly pinned between him and that hard, unforgiving wall - between bliss and the harsh reality that it will all end, at least until he was ready to claim her again, and truth be told, he wanted to. He wanted to take her back to their chambers and lay her down. He wanted to lay between her thighs, to mount her from behind, to urge her to straddle him and ride him as if he were some wayward stallion in need of being checked until he could take no more - until she was full of his seed and heavy with his child.

"My Queen," Joscelin managed, somehow. His voice faltered, however, and his breath came hot, hard, and fast. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were oh, so dark with lust. His brow bumped against hers, and his hand tightened on her throat for only a moment. He could feel her pulse underneath his rough fingertips - so quick, fast, and thrumming with lift. His Queen. "My love," his love. His eager, enthusiastic lover. The woman that made him feel wanted, like a man, and like a god all at once. He would never want anyone else. He would just want her, her, her, because she was all he needed.

"I'm so close, Danielle," Joscelin murmured huskily. He sounded weak, and his body trembled all over as his hand fell from her throat. His arms slipped between their bodies, and they parted her thighs from his hips. His muscles were tight and hard as he lifted her legs, and he parted them wider as he thrusted and rutted roughly within her. His hands raked down her thighs until they clasped her buttocks, and he kneaded the warm, plump flesh of her backside eagerly as he pulled her onto him, urging her to take every inch of his aching desire.

"You are everything to me, Danielle," Joscelin breathed out hot and heavy against her lips. He pressed so close . . . every inch of his body touched hers, as his chest crushed her breasts, and his hard abdomen lay against the soft dip of her stomach. One day, Joscelin thought, she would be heavy with his child, and he would be able to stroke her growing stomach as he made love to her . . . one day, he thought, as he filled her time and again, pressing deeper. "This...This is...This is my home," Joscelin managed, somehow, breathing out the words as he panted time and again. He brow bumped hers wolfishly, and his nose brushed against hers. His mouth was so close to hers . . . eager and wanting to kiss, but wanting to tell her so much!

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- How she loved feeling just how much he loved her. How he claimed her again and again as his true wife. Danielle could certainly feel his need for her in every thrust he made, in the way he pinned her against the wall in a rough but tender way. As his chest crushed hers, she could feel his heart pound against his chest. And hers matched the fast and hard rhythm. Danielle could feel her passion building, but she wasn't ready to release it yet. She would hold on as long as he could, but she knew his control over his lust was wearing thin. Neither of them were ready to stop yet. But they had all day and night to make sweet and passionate love. Danielle wanted to love him again and again until they both passed out from utter exhaustion and contentment.

-- His voice gave away everything she had already known. Hearing his voice waiver as he breathed out along with his rough hand on her throat aroused her even more and almost brought her to the edge. Every last inch of her body was on fire. Joscelin made her feel so alive in every way. Even when they weren't sharing the joys of being man and wife. "My king." Danielle moaned softly in return. How she loved him. She couldn't say this enough. Deeply and truly she did love the man in front of her, between her smooth thighs. Danielle knew that even if something happened to Joscelin, never would she love another. She couldn't, and didn't want to, imagine it.

-- "As am I." Danielle panted as she threw back her head and moaned loudly. A cool gust of air rushed over her throat when he withdrew his hand from it. But they were still touching her as he parted her thighs. She loosened their grip around him and once again moaned from the sheer pleasure of her husband thrusting deep and hard within her. Danielle felt his hand move down her thighs and finally gripping her bottom, massaging and rubbing it. Then pulling her hips towards him, further onto his manhood. "And you are mine. I need you." Every word she spoke was true. She couldn't imagine her life without him. Danielle knew she would be lost and nothing without him.

-- Every part of their bodies were touching, and Danielle never wanted to lose that feeling, but she knew it had to end sometime. Passion consumed her body, and she couldn't help but bring her hand to the back of his neck and pull his lips to hers as she kissed him. Danielle gasped as their lips parted. "Claim me Joscelin." She breathed. Maybe this time would be the time God would grace her with having a child. Danielle longed to be a mother and carry Joscelin's child. Hopefully a boy; an heir. Could she even imagine herself large and round with child? But nothing would make her happier.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Claim me Joscelin . . .

He lost himself at that very moment. Their lips had parted, and his breath came hot, hard, and heavy, and Joscelin couldn't think. His mind was clouded by the sight her soft, bare breasts heaving with her moans, and then there was the sound of her voice, the scent of her naked, sweat slick flesh, and the heat of her sex so warm around him . . . milking him. Joscelin's brow settled against hers, and his nose brushed against hers without thought. It was pure and simple instinct - wolfish and possessive as Joscelin moaned, groaned, growled, and barely managed to whisper her name, but he didn't need to speak. His oh, so blue eyes spoke his affection, adoration, and love for his Queen. The woman he would have done anything for.

"Danielle..." Joscelin's voice, hot and husky, trailed off, but his eyes never left hers.

There was so much that he wanted to tell her and confide in her. There was so much that he still yet wished to do, but he couldn't. He was at the end of his limit, and he ached so much that he trembled underneath her touch and between her smooth thighs. He wanted to tell her of his love for her, and about how much he loved her, which was so much so that his heat beat swiftly. He would have climbed the highest mountains for her, crossed the most deadly deserts, and vicious oceans. He would have fought for her, and he would have shed blood in her name for her love and safety.

His hips thrusted forth in one final, hard motion, settling every inch of himself deep inside of her to the hilt. His chest continued to crush her soft breasts, and his hips nestled tight against hers. His hands flexed on her buttocks, biting her soft, plump flesh as his tongue ran over her soft lower lip . . . plump lips he longed to feel everywhere upon his naked skin. Then without warning his seed filled her . . . flooded deep within her sex. It felt so warm and perfect to have claimed her there and then as he had. Joscelin didn't dare move as he settled there, not wishing to ever move.

Joscelin didn't know what to say. He breathed hard and deeply, coming down from his high and climax. His head lolled so he could bury his face against her throat, and Joscelin inhaled. She smelled wonderful - of her, nature, him, and their coupling.

"We should retire to our chambers," he murmured when his heart finally slowed and he had caught his breath. "It has been too long since I have had you as my wife...no one has a right to deny us this," he said, and Joscelin kissed along the arch of her neck lazily. "I pray I could fill you with child, and if I must, I will claim you time and again until you cannot take anymore," he promised, biting her at chin as his hands softened their grip upon her buttocks. He kneaded her gently, idly wondering if he left bruises upon her fair flesh, and there was a part of him that ached to be able to lie her down and to run his tongue over those bruises . . . to kiss each one and worship her.

"My friend, love, Queen, and Goddess," Joscelin murmured against her ear.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- His touch, his breath, his voice, the way he felt inside of her brought her to the edge time and time again. All of her passion and desire and love for her husband was building. She could barely stand it. Joscelin made her feel so many wonderful things. There was never a dull feeling around him. Everything was so deep and passionate. Danielle felt his nose brush against hers; their own little sign of love and devotion to each other. They had done that for as long as she could remember. It was something they could do anywhere, just a quick little nuzzle. Even the slightest of touches from Joscelin made Danielle feel complete and truly loved. As they made love, Danielle couldn't help but look into his blue eyes that gave away his every thought and feeling as well as his moans and growls.

-- Danielle echoed his moan, but with his name in place of hers. Their lovemaking was frantic, and oh so passionate in their secret garden. But she was sure later they would be able to take more time, to whisper sweet nothings and secrets to each other as they made love. Of course it would still be filled with all the passion they had within them, it always was. And that very feeling carried through Joscelin's final thrust within her, settling deep. Everything came in a rush of feelings and senses. The heat of their bodies, the way Joscelin touched her in every way he could, crushing their chests together, feeling his hips against her. And the way he grabbed her bottom one last time, no doubt leaving small bruises on her silky white flesh.

-- One final moan escaped her lips as these feelings flooded over her in a giant wave, crashing down upon her. Temporarily drowning her in pure pleasure. Her breaths afterwards game in deep gasps, her heart slowly returning to it's natural rhythm. Danielle brought a hand up to stroke Joscelin's hair as he laid his head upon her chest, nuzzling her throat and inhaling her scent. Finally he spoke to her, all Danielle could do was listen, and try to form words. "I couldn't agree more my husband." She spoke softly.

-- "I cannot wait until I'm blessed with being with child. Our child." Danielle admitted wistfully. It has always been her dream to have her own little child. A little bundle of warmth to cradle in her arms and rock to sleep, singing soft lullabies. And Joscelin would be a wonderful father. She could just see him running around, chasing their little wobbly child, who was just learning to walk and run. How happy it would make everyone. Even happier if their child was a healthy baby boy...an heir. But there was nothing wrong with a girl. Danielle would love to have more than one child. No matter if their firstborn was a male or female.

-- Danielle felt a cool wind race across her skin, the beads of sweat cooling her instantly. She pressed herself closer to her husband, who was still very warm. She closed her eyes as he whispered in her ear. "You are my everything, my whole world. Without you, I am nothing." She murmured in return. Every word she spoke was true. She could not exaggerate nor make up the feelings she felt toward this wonderful man nestled between her thighs. "I don't want to leave, or move. But I think we'd find out chamber much more comfortable. And I'm getting rather cold, my love." Danielle giggled, brushing her nose against Joscelin's.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Joscelin had never wanted a child as much as he had there and then. Yes, it was to be expected of the King's wife, but Joscelin had never given it much thought when he had taken her as his Queen. He had done so out of convenience primarily because she had been his friend and confidante since childhood, and she was the one he trusted most amongst all else. It had seemed an easy choice at the time, and honestly, Joscelin never once regretted because he had grown to love her as so much more than a friend.

She had become his everything. She was his sun, moon, and stars. She was the very life he lived and breathed. She was his friend, wife, lover, and Queen. She was his Goddess, and Joscelin longed to worship the very earth she walked upon, and he did worship her, alone and bare in bed where all else did not matter. It was there that he doted upon her, and showed her his devotion through his mouth, hands, and oh, so much more. Yet, despite all of that, something was missing . . . and that was a child.

He wanted a mewling babe that would look like her. He wanted their child to have her oh, so fair flesh, hair, and beautiful, stunning eyes. He wanted to see their babe in her arms, and to see their child grow. He had been told that a son was what he would want - an heir - but truth be told, Joscelin could have cared less. He just want a babe of any gender. He would have loved a daughter just as much as a son so long as it was theirs.

"As I am nothing without you," Joscelin replied swiftly, and he set his brow wolfishly against hers. Her words made him smile there and then, and all the while Joscelin searched her eyes. God, she was beautiful.

"Aye, as am I, my love," Joscelin admitted, and he brushed his nose against hers in return. Joscelin was reluctant to move, however, but he did. He shifted his hips and his lips parted as he hissed whilst slipping free of her. He lifted his mouth to hers hungrily and Joscelin kissed her before carefully setting her down on her feet.

"I ruined your dress," Joscelin murmured and looked apologetic. He lifted his hand to her gown and carefully lifted it, but one shoulder had been torn somewhat. Ah, well, there was nothing a seamstress couldn't do about it, and he could always commission a new gown for her as well. Still, Joscelin was apologetic as he lowered his mouth to her throat whilst straightening her clothing and even going so far as he tighten the stays before he smoothed down her skirt and adjusted his own trousers.

"Will you escort me?" Joscelin asked with a smile as he stooped to reach his shirt.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- Danielle could just imagine herself with a round, distended belly. Feeling the baby move and kick. Other women had said there was nothing else like it. To feel it's little heartbeat against the palm of your hand. She knew she would love being a mother. She wondered what it would look like. Would it favor Joscelin, or her? Danielle hoped it would look like both of them. Surely it would. They both had such strong features. But she wondered the most about it's personality. That was something she couldn't even begin to guess about. The possibilities were endless. Most children were often the exact opposites of their parents. Hopefully they could teach their child from their mistakes and make it a better person than they were. Isn't that what all parents wanted? Was for their child to be better and to have a better life?

-- A child would bring Joscelin and Danielle even closer than they already were. Forming a bond between them. A child would be a sure sign of their undying and complete love for each other. Both were sure to be devoted parents. There was never any doubt about that. Danielle loved her Joscelin, and wanted nothing more than to give him a child. A healthy child is all she truly desired. He was quite simply her everything. Danielle wanted to give him everything he desired. She would do anything and everything for him, not matter the cost to her. Just to see him happy and smiling was enough for her. His smile was her sun, his happiness her world. Should anything happen to him, Danielle would not be able to find the strength to go on. She would follow him anywhere, even into death.

-- Danielle peered into his eyes as their brows met. How his smile lit up everything around him. Did he realize that? "Oh you could still be everything without me." She said quietly. Joscelin was a lot stronger than she. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. It was what she would want for him if anything unfortunate should befall her. She would want him to move on, to find love again, but to never forget her. It would make her even more said for him to suffer and to stop looking to the future and to new horizons without her. But those were horrible thoughts and she pushed them to the furthest recess of her mind. They would not be thought of ever again. How could she even think or say those words?

-- A sigh of contentment passed through her swollen lips. Her eyes close slightly as their noses brushed against one another, then widened suddenly as he slipped from her. She felt incredibly empty. Danielle wanted nothing more than to get him back inside of her, and to make love to him once more. But now they needed to rest. Danielle couldn't wait until they got back to their chamber to lay in each other's arms, skin to skin, and whisper sweet nothings until they found the energy and embraced the desire they felt for one another. Those were the times she always looked forward to. Then again, she looked forward to any time spent with her loving and perfect husband.

-- Danielle teetered on her wobbly legs as she found the strength to stand up, clinging to Joscelin momentarily as she regained her balance. She couldn't help but chuckle as the look of woe crossed his features. "Do not worry my love. A dress is nothing than fabric. I have many more in my wardrobe." She stood still as he dressed her. Danielle fingered the torn shoulder, not caring. Nor did she care about what others might say or think. Surely anyone had heard their cries during their lovemaking. Others might think the Queen had caught it on something in the garden. Appearance was everything after all. She smiled at him as he smoothed her gown; grooming her.

-- Grinning, Danielle nodded, "I'd love to escort you." She waited for him to finish dressing. "But on one condition." The mischievous and highly playful look had once again returned to her deep brown eyes.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Danielle's grin made Joscelin smile in return. Oh, she was so very achingly beautiful! There was even a part of him that longed to find and commission the finest artist in the land to capture the essence of her beauty on canvas in order for his people, thousands of years from that moment, to see the woman that stirred a King in a way no other could. He wanted for them to know that her beauty could transcend time and echo throughout eternity. His heart beat faster at the thought of leaving a mark upon the world, and knowing full well that it would be because of her . . . them, even. Her words left him curious, however, as Joscelin came to his feet and drew his body against the length of hers.

" . . . and what's that, my love?" Joscelin asked, curious as he kissed her, but not upon her lips. Instead, Joscelin's mouth brushed softly against the curve of her breast and higher to touch upon her collarbone. His lips trailed warm, eager kisses upward until he reached her throat where he lolled his tongue warmly against the hollow of her throat. He left a slick trail in his wake before he bit her chin gently, and then he trailed kisses until those kisses led him to her ear where he kissed her once more.

"I will do anything you ask," he said, and Joscelin grinned against her ear.

It was true. Joscelin would have done anything for Danielle because his love knew no bounds when it came to her. She was everything to him. He felt complete when she was around him, and the thought of losing her made his heart ache. He wanted to be with her forever . . . to grow old at her side and to have children with her. He wanted to leave a mark upon their land and the world as well, but there was something that stood between him and that.

The rebels.

What had he done to wrong them so . . . ? He didn't understand. It frustrated and upset him beyond anything he had ever known before. He wished he could fix things in one fell swoop but he couldn't. There was nothing he could do other than reassembling his men here and there, and hoping that he'd catch the rebels off guard on a whim, and hope that he could stop them before they do too much damage. Yet, they still seemed to grow and become stronger. Idly he wondered if he would ever see an end to it all, and if bringing a child into the world would be the right thing.

He hoped so.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- Danielle could barely form words as her passionate husband kissed her every part of bare skin he could find. A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into him. How good his lips felt against her cool skin. As he kissed her ear, she could feel him grin. It was true; he never said no to her. Had he ever? There wasn't a time that Danielle could remember Joscelin denying her wishes. "You must have read my mind. I wanted a kiss." She grinned playfully. He always knew what she wanted. He always seemed to get inside her mind. She wouldn't have it any other way, though. And she would do anything for him as well. Danielle always tried to please her husband, finding little ways to make him smile throughout his very stressful and very busy days. How she hated being away from him.

-- It hadn't always been that way though. Maybe that's why it had been so hard for her as of late. Since the rebels had caused all of these problems, Joscelin had added stress. She could tell a difference in him. It was only small things, but Danielle tried to prevent those small changes from growing into big ones. She couldn't stand to see him change. What if she lost him? No. She would never lose him. And she could think like that. It would only make things worse. If her mind was clouded, she wouldn't be able to keep Joscelin in high spirits. And he would know she was sad and upset.

-- That, to her, was the worst feeling; was seeing her King upset. He had always been happy and upbeat during their childhood and throughout their marriage. Joscelin had never lost that little spark of playfulness and child-like enthusiasm. That was just a couple things that Danielle admired most about him. And they had also been among the many reasons why she had fallen in love with him. How happy they had been together. Danielle couldn't remember a time when she had been depressed or sad while she had been with Joscelin. They always were there to cheer each other up on their darkest days.

-- That was why, she knew, that they had a happy and faithful marriage. Because they were true friends before they had gotten married. They had known each other and truly understood each other. It didn't happen very often, and she wished everyone could have the privilege of marrying their best friend and confidante - to have that thread of trust between them. How horrible it must be to not be able to stand the person you were married to. To always wonder if they were being faithful to you, or whether or not they were sneaking around. Danielle had never once doubted Joscelin's faithfulness nor had she ever thought of being unfaithful to her husband. She had never had a reason to.

[King Joscelin Brent]

"I have known you nearly my entire life," Joscelin said, and he smiled at her. "I daresay it's second nature to read your mind now," he added.

It was the truth to say the very least. Joscelin had known her since he was young and the two had been inseparable then. He had also found excuses time and again, in his youth, to be near her, or to chase her around the castle no matter whether it was improper or not. He never had any limitations or shame, at least in his youth. He had to groomed by his mother and father, and taught that pouncing other children and wrestling with them was not a proper thing to do as the Prince of Solraya. It had taken every ounce of his will to keep from tackling her, however, because she had always smelled so good and felt so warm, but now as adults, Joscelin was wont to take advantage of her in ways he could have never imagined as a child.

Joscelin kissed her once more . . . soft, deep, and full of fervor. His tongue stroked over her full, soft lips, and he savored the taste and warmth of her mouth as his hands simultaneously stroked over the curves of her body through her gown. If not for the fact that they were once more fully dressed, Joscelin would have claimed her there and then once again, but he managed to rein himself in, and instead he set his brow against hers and smiled.

"It's time to retire to our chambers my Queen," Joscelin murmured.

His eyes were warm with lust, hope, and so much more. His emotions knew no bounds when it came to Danielle. She was everything to him, and truly, Joscelin would have done anything for her. He would have crossed endless deserts, climbed the highest mountains, voyaged across the seven seas, and fought anyone for her. His blood and heart sang for her, and even more so when his arms slipped around her and he lifted her against him. He cradled her smaller frame against his body, smiling down at her as he carried her from where they secretly made love.

The walk back was a short one, and no one dared to stop the King and Queen of Solraya, but that didn't stop them from looking their way. They knew. It was hard not to, especially considering the fact that the two had been so loud and shameless. Fortunately, because no one dared to stand in their way, the two were able to make it to their chambers with ease, and the moment they had, Joscelin had shut the door, managed to latch it, and laid her down carefully upon their bed.

Joscelin leaned over her there and then with his hands at either side of her as he held himself up. His eyes, however, were everywhere at once, searching hers and roaming over her face. God, she was beautiful . . . it made him ache, and still his body sang for her, perfectly in tune and aching to be joined as they always should be.

"My Goddess," Joscelin whispered and lowered his face to press against her throat. He breathed in her scent deeply as he lowered one hand to stroke her calf, ankle, and then her feet, carefully removing her slipper and then the other.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- "And you are the only one I want to be privy to my thoughts." Danielle whispered, grinning mischievously. Especially when her thoughts were about her husband. The thoughts would make her ladies blush and the men get wrong ideas. She was no whore. It was no a sin to enjoy the pleasures of being a wife. How he held her and made her feel like a goddess. His strong arms always made her feel so safe and secure. Danielle wished that they could stay wrapped around her forever. She always missed his embrace when he had to leave her to carry out his kingly duties. But there was no reason to think those things today. They would be able to hold each other and to make passionate love for the rest of the day and night. Nothing else was on her mind besides being alone with her husband in their chamber.

-- His words continued to ring in her ears. Thoughts of their happy and energetic childhood constantly flooded her mind. How happy they were! No matter how foul a mood she was in, thoughts of Joscelin as a small boy always brought a smile to her face. He had been so full of life, and she was so proud of him for keeping that spark. He was a wonderful king, as his father had been before him. And hopefully their child would be as good a king as his father and grandfather. Danielle knew Joscelin would teach him right. Babies were so impressionable. They were so soft and warm and were always listening and paying attention.

-- Oh how his kisses made her shiver. Her small, petite frame filled once more with lust and desire. She wanted him, she craved him. Danielle couldn't imagine being taken from him, or Joscelin being called away. Of course they would know better than to interrupt them, but she was sure she would go crazy and throw a tantrum should it happen. Joscelin could never leave her now. She would cling to him with all the strength within her and make him stop and stay with her. And his hands. She wished she could feel them directly on her smooth skin. Danielle almost ripped off her dress once more - not caring if it was ripped to shreds.

-- All she could do was nod in agreement, her mind already bubbling with ideas and thoughts and so many powerful emotions. Joscelin's face mirrored her own and she tried desperately to read every one. Danielle was gazing into his eyes, getting captured by their need for her. She squealed happily as he picked her up and cradled her in his muscular arms. Danielle grinned and nuzzled his neck and placed a soft kiss on it, giving it a playful nibble. She felt so feisty! Did he have any idea what he did to her? Surely he had to realize it, even just a little. Her cheeks grew pink as they walked through the fairly busy courtyard. A few looked as if they had something to say, but they wouldn't dare try to bother them now. It wasn't as if Joscelin tried to hide the look of lust on his face.

-- Finally they were in their chamber and a pleasant sigh of contentment escaped her lips. She rested her small hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat. Danielle pressed a hand to her own and smiled. "It's as if they beat to the same rhythm." As they should. They were alike in so many ways. They always had. It was such a wonderful feeling to know you had someone like that. Someone that shared your thoughts and feelings and would stand beside you no matter what. Joscelin was her true king, her husband, her everything. She would never leave his side. And she was quite simply captivated by him. His hands moved down her leg and took off her slippers and she heard them fall to the floor. Her own hands tugged at his shirt.

[King Joscelin Brent]

"Mayhap they always have," Joscelin mused, and he smiled at her. "Mayhap the moment you and I were born, our hearts were in sync," he said and lifted his hand to her cheek. His fingertips stroked over her flesh gently, savoring the feel of how soft she was. All the while Joscelin thought about how perfect together they truly were, for they truly did fit well together. They were two halves that made a complete, flawless whole.

He couldn't imagine his life without her.

She tugged at his shirt, and his heart leapt for her when she did. His hands lifted and they settled over hers. He untangled her hands from his shirt as he shifted his body in order to kneel over her. Releasing her hands, Joscelin then sought his shirt and lifted it from his body, baring his form to her shamelessly . . . eagerly. He discarded his shirt thereafter, and he leaned down toward her as his mouth brushed hers softly.

It was a brief, tender kiss, and one that was fueled by lust, want, and need. He could have lingered there with her forever and an eternity more, and he could have forgotten the entire world around them because of her. There were some men who would have thought that foolish, and they would have thought him weak for holding her so highly, but they were men who have never been in love. They were men that have never had the feelings he had there and then. This was so much bigger than anything Joscelin had ever known before, and he wasn't about to let go of it.

"Will you lay bare with me?" Joscelin asked, his eyes filled with hope.

Once more he thought of Solraya's court and what they would have thought. There was so much happening beyond their chambers at that very moment. Somewhere out there the Lord of Tyrian was terrorizing his people, undoubtedly planning another raid on an village whilst his men, spread far too thin, attempted to watch every inch of their border. He prayed that he wouldn't hear such bad news upon the morrow . . . it was about time something good finally happened. For now, Joscelin thought he'd simply take what he could . . . he needed this more than anything.

His hand ventured downward to stroke her calf once more, and slowly upward along the inside of her thigh and underneath her gown. She still felt so warm and flawless. He was fortunate to have been graced by her presence from such a young age, and not only that, but to have her as his lover and wife. There was simply no other woman who could have pleased him so much other than her. It was as simple as that really.

[Queen Danielle Brent]

-- Danielle's eyes fluttered closed as his fingers gently ran over her smooth face. "I always said we were made for each other." She whispered. There was absolutely no one she would rather be with. Ever since she had met Joscelin, she couldn't imagine herself with anyone else. She had always dreamed of marrying him, and being with him. And until they were a little older, she never imagined she would actually get to be his wife, his queen. She wondered how many other women had the same dream. How jealous they must have been. Danielle had never thought of that. And to think she was never really of royal or noble blood. Thank heavens her father had been in the position he was. Or she would probably have been married off to some ugly lord who wouldn't care for her other than to have his children. What a horrible life that must be. Danielle never took for granted her easy and privileged life as queen.

-- Her deep brown eyes opened once more as Joscelin began to take off his shirt. Danielle longed to run her hands along every part of his exposed flesh. He was so warm and so masculine. It made her heart pound with want and need. She never tired of his kisses and pressed herself against him harder when he did bring his lips to hers. She always wished the kisses would never have to end. But then what would she have to look forward to? Danielle craved her husband in ways most people would never understand. It was extremely unfortunate not everyone found their soul mate, the one person that made them complete. She firmly believed that's what she had found in Joscelin was a partner and lover in every sense of the two words. She knew she was a lot luckier than what she really thought.

-- "Of course. I would love nothing more." Danielle said happily, already becoming impatient. She wanted to feel his skin on her own. To feel so close and connected with him. However she noticed a brief change in her king. Lord only knew what was crossing his mind. He had so much to think about, so much pressure on him at this very moment. All she could do was lay her delicate hands on his warm chest. She knew that Joscelin would understand the touch meant so much more. It meant she was there for him, and she would always be there. Danielle would always be his shoulder to lean on, or there to listen when he had no one else to talk to. Anything he needed she could be.

-- Her own thoughts were interrupted as she felt his hand caress her thigh once more, moving slowly upwards. Danielle wanted so much more. It was as if their lovemaking in the garden had just been a tease. It had been so fast and frantic. Now she craved something deeper, more careful and slow. Joscelin's touch brought a shiver to her small frame as well as goosebumps to her skin. She wondered where his hand might end up next and thought of places where she actually wanted it to be. How could two hands be everywhere at once, though? It did feel as if they were sometimes. Eagerly she squirmed beneath his touch. "Do not tease me, my king. I do not know how much more of it I can take." A very mischievous grin spread across her pale lips, and her eyes grew wide and deep with lust and passion.

[King Joscelin Brent]

Her warmth told him everything that he needed to know. She wanted him. She wanted him and Joscelin wanted her so badly that it hurt. If not for her, Joscelin didn't know where he would have been. The loss of his father had been painful, and the loss of his stepmother thereafter had been worse. He had no one but her. Yes, there was the court, but was there anyone he could truly call his confidante other than her? No, not truly. Yes, he trusted them, and yes, he would continue to trust them with certain things, but she was the one he could speak to about anything. She was the one that offered advice he trusted no other for.

Her mischievous grin made Joscelin smile, and he couldn't resist leaning down toward her to kiss her mouth softly. His tongue lolled outward, tracing her pale, full lips shamelessly as his fingers brushed against the sweet warmth between her thighs. Reluctantly, Joscelin broke their kiss as his nose brushed against hers, and his hand moved, his fingers stroking down her thigh until his hand slipped out from underneath her gown. He leaned away from her, smiled, and his hand moved to undo the stays of her dress carefully, far different than how eager he had been before, and when he had torn it in the process. She had mentioned teasing and Joscelin fully intended on making her wait, idly wondering how long he could make her wait before she made complaint.

"We have all the time in the world now that we are here and alone, my Queen," Joscelin said and smiled. His eyes were filled with lust, but underlying all of that was mirth. Carefully he undressed her, and with every inch of flesh he bared, Joscelin leaned down and kissed upon her. Each kiss was slow, tender, and full of love. He could have never hurt her even if he wanted albeit being lost and rough with her in the midst of their passion was different in his eyes whilst meaning her genuine harm was something else entirely . . . something he would never dare do or wish to. He'd defend her from such pain with his life. His thoughts fell away when he finally freed her of her dress, discarding it in its entirety at the foot of the bed.

Joscelin laid there, propped upon one elbow as his fingers ran gently over the dip of her throat, between her breasts, and lower still across her stomach. He watched her in awe . . . God, she truly was flawless and beautiful. He couldn't help but lean down toward her and kiss her stomach, trailing his lips over her flesh until his breath tickled and his lips set against her navel. He breathed in her scent deep and shamelessly, nipping at her skin and kissing lower to bite at her hip gently. Then, without a word, his mouth touched her upon her most sacred, flawless, sweet warmth as his hands stroked the underside of her thighs, parting them gently. He breathed out hot against her before lifting his both and pressing his stubbled cheek against the inside of her thigh. His eyes roamed over her body, searching her face with a soft smile.

"Danielle," he whispered her name.