The Bun also Rises Chapter 3 - Liz and Prince Malcolm - Sex Stories

The Bun also Rises Chapter 3 - Liz and Prince Malcolm

... Malcolm grabbed Rhona by the arm. "Dammit woman, why must you be so pig headed?" “ Pig headed? Pig headed, oh I'll show you pig headed, you great oaf. You can kiss the chance of us ever being together goodbye.” Malcolm pulled Rhona in. She could feel his hot breath against her cheek. The scratch of his whiskers against her delicate snow white skin. His arm encircled her waist, and his hand came up to the front of her bodice. “ You will be mine, Rhona. Mark my words. You will be mine.” “ Get your hands off of me. I will not be treated in this way.” “ Don't you understand, you fiery woman? I want you, I must have you.” “ You don't get to have me. I will not be possessed like that. I will never be yours.” Malcolm mauled her breast with his giant hand, and brought his lips down on to hers. Crushing her and taking her breath way, he was relentless as he devoured her mouth. Rhona moaned under his touch. She drew deep breath and steadied her resolve, she would not give in to him. Her hands balled into fists and beat at his broad chest. She broke free from him. “Damn you. Damn you to hell.” “ Woman, while you may be my hell, you are also my heaven. You are my breath and the beat of my heart.” With one swift motion, he scooped her up into his arms. “You are the light in my soul, and now you will be the fire in my loins.” He climbed the stairs up to his chamber and kicked open the door. “ Put me down. Put me down right now.” “ As you wish my lady.” Malcolm strode over to the bed and ...

... dropped Rhona in the middle of it. Rhona was seething with anger. “Now lets get some things straight. I love you, and I know that you love me too. You just have to admit it to me and to yourself.” “ I will do no such thing.” Malcolm grabbed her arm and pulled her across the bed to him. “You'll tell me you love me.” His great hand encircled her wrist and he brought her hand to his lips. Ever so gently he began kissing the tips of her fingers. Rhona's eyes closed. She drew a deep breath as his lips moved from her finger tips to her palm and then from her palm to her wrist, and up her arm. “ You'll tell me you love me.” Still Rhona's lips were sealed. He pushed her sleeve up and kissed the crook of her elbow. He found the ribbon that cinched her bodice tight and pulled. As he worked his way across her bare shoulders towards the rise of her collar bone he whispered, “Tell me.” The only sound that came from Rhona was a deep moan as he kissed the hollow of her neck. Malcolm worked the bodice ribbon and pulled it away, letting it fall to the bed. She sat there in her chemise and skirt. “ Tell me.” Malcolm traced the curve of her breast. His thumb grazed her nipple. He could see it become ridged under his ministrations. Breathlessly she whispered,“I can't.” He laid her back on the bed, “You can, and by the time I get done with you, you'll be screaming it.” Rhona's eyes smoldered with need. Her hand tentatively came up to the side of Malcolm's face. Softly she caressed his cheek. She ...