She wanted to fight him... At least she needed to. Because of Lyle. What would she say to her dear Lyle? How would she explain the matter to him?
She had to stop this before it went any further. She had to, but his kisses were making her weak. She was caught off guard. She had completely ruled out the thought of them doing this again seeing that he had covered her up.
If he had tried to do this with her when he first entered the room that time, then yes, she would have had the strength to fight him. And by the goddess she would have fought him real good.
B_but... Now things were different, how was she supposed to fight him?
But she still had to, she couldn’t let this happen again. She didn’t want to betray Lyle again. The first time was for her plan for a future with him, so what reason would she give him again if she allowed this to happen again?
"Nay," She thought she said the words out loud, but it was a moan, "Stop," she said, but it was a whisper that sounded like a sweet plea to continue. She thought her hands were pushing him away when in actuality they clung to his shoulders as he laid her atop the massive bed and she sunk into it.
"Go_ away_ from_ me." she said the words with every kiss he placed on her neck.
"Nay... Never." was his response to the words that she had finally been able to pass across to him. "I want you." He whispered into her ear and bit her long earlobes that had quickly turned a beautiful shade of glowing red.
"But I do not." She quivered as he bit into her neck and sucked her skin afterward. "I do not wish to do this with you." she managed to voice her not so true desires. But his response was a kiss on her lips, and deeper he trailed into her mouth, his tongue curling around hers, going deeper toward her throat.
He wished to consume her if possible. He wanted to be able to kiss her even deeper than he was already doing. Neriah needed air and he released her lips. She grasped the little air that was allowed to her before she was submerged in the oceans of his kisses yet again.
"I want you." He repeated as he broke the kiss, "and I will have you." She could see it, he was a man who always got what he wanted and tonight what he wanted was her.
But she was also a woman who would not just let a man have his way with her!
But_
He was winning.
His hand trailed underneath her dress and he cupped her derriere and he kissed her neck and shoulders as he squeezed her gently in his palm. "I have been patient, have I not?" His question was a sweet whisper. So sweet that Neriah hated him all over again because she wanted to, by the goddess she wanted to resist him with everything she had in her.
But tonight, she had no idea how he managed to capture her in his arms and kiss her and how they landed on the bed. She had no idea how he was able to subdue her without using strength.
She could feel his weight on her, but she could also feel he was not using it to force or weigh her down and this was what made her hate him even more.
She could escape his hold if she wanted to because he wasn’t forcing her down, but the problem lied within her own self. She couldn’t muster up that strength to push him away. Her limbs were weak.
All her arms could do was hold onto him as he slid the tiny strap of her dress down her shoulders till her heaving breasts were out for him to see.
He lifted his eyes and stared into hers and they were filled with tears... But they were beautiful and endearing. So beautiful that he loved the tears in her eyes and he wished to kiss them, and he did. Lowering his lips to them, sucking the tears out of them one after the other. Then he placed a kiss on her head.
"You want to escape me?" He asked, both his hands placed on her sides like barricades hiding her. She nodded to his question. "Why?" He asked and she bit her lips, not giving a response. "Because you hate me?" he pressed on and she nodded. "Why?" He whispered the question without any form of malice in it. He seemed sincerely curious.
Once again she gave no form of response to his question. So once again he supplied her with answers, "Because I am a filthy barbarian, a dragon blood." He calmly stated and she still did not respond. "Or because of that lover you spoke of?" Tears instantly filled her eyes and this time he let them trail down the side of her face.
"Aye," she whispered a response amidst sobs. And Barak hated her just for this. He hated that she did not lie when he desperately prayed she would.
"I see." He muttered and wiped the tears that trailed down the side if her face, then Neriah saw his expression turn a shade darker,
"But what do we do? I am your husband," He reminded her, "and if your love belongs to another then like I told you on the ship, I’ll take your hate, but also—" His hand suddenly cupped her breast and Neriah shuddered at the sudden warmth that permitted her chest at that touch, "I will take you body too." He promised and immediately took her breast in his mouth and she cried out as he bit her there only to let out a wild moan as he sucked on her even deeper than he had bitten.
"And I shall have you again," he whispered and suddenly yanked and tore the dress from her skin, "and again," leaving a pink bruise around her arm as the fabric was forcefully pulled away, "and again," leaving her completely naked to him.