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and lifted me onto him. My weight was no match for his strength as he carried me to his room.
    I was lost to any sight but him as he placed me on his bed, and the majestic blankets that rubbed against my back. His hands on my sides, he grabbed the sweater and started rolling it up. I threw my arms up and let him relieve me of it, the heat inside me and from him more than enough to make me warm in a cold night.
    He wasted little time raining down his kisses on my chest, and grabbing the latch on my bra, tearing it away. He ceased for a moment to admire me. "Beautiful. I only got to touch last night, but now I see my hands didn't lie to me. Your breasts - they are greater than I imagined."
    Before I could comment, his head dove and sucked on my tit, sparking up the electricity inside of me, letting it roll over me, with a delightful moan.
    My hand ran over his magnificent hair. So soft, I let him have his way with me. Worshiping the tips of my breasts, going down to my abdomen. He didn't seem to be offended that I had the audacity to be a normal human being who didn't have washboard abs - or whatever the female equivalent was. Leon only smiled as he brought a hand toward my pants.
    His strong hand pressed on the outside of them, enough pressure for me to feel it all the way through. It was a tease, more so as he caressed my thighs. I shot him back the same smile he just gave me.
    A snap away of the the pant button, he started to jerk them down my legs. Fear washed over me once more. My virginity. It just made a complicated situation only worse. I was an American, and should have been around the blocks a few times already, according to him. By now I should have known how to do something that would make him wild.
    I didn't. My leg twitched, wanting to kick him and run away once more.
    My anxiety, though, didn't go unnoticed.
    He placed a hand on my leg, and looked up at my eyes. "What's bothering you, Beatrice?"
    I gulped. "Um, I, uh."
    He looked me over again, and followed with a hearty laugh.
    "What's so funny?"
    "It's your first time, isn't it?"
    I froze, as if a terrifying secret had just been revealed to him.
    "As loose as people seem to think Americans are, lots seem to forget Europe used the continent to offload all of their puritans. It was wrong of me to assume the former, and I definitely don't see you as the latter. You are your own person, beautiful in her own ways."
    His voice in this tense time was oddly soothing to me.
    "Beatrice, worry not. I will take care of you - and treat you like the Queen I think I desire you to be."
    The mention of Queen caused me to raise an eyebrow, but in the awkwardness of the situation, I had failed to notice his hand had moved inside my pants, and outside of my panties. Any thoughts of the future were pushed aside for the present, the feeling of him pressing delicately onto my nub. The shock caused me to coo ever so lightly, and he kept that energy building as he massaged me.
    I'd often been accused of over-thinking things, but I overcame it. I let my mind be dominated by thoughts of him and what he was doing to me. Raising my legs to assist him in completely relieving of my pants, leaving me almost completely naked in front of him.
    With his hand in my panties, though, it was merely a technicality.
    He kept up the delicate worship, and leaned in. Face to face once more, the kiss proved a sweet, yet passionate contrast to the utterly sinful things his fingers were doing to me. Sliding into my nether lips, teasing the barrier that wouldn't let him entirely penetrate me.
    Purring for him, I would have welcomed him simply fingering me to ecstasy. Alas, that was not to be.
    He stood, and began to undo his buttoned shirt. Slowly but very surely, he began to show me his chest. Firm, with defined muscles. He was a prince, yes, but he never let his position to allow him to succumb to the downfalls of avarice.
    I wanted to sit up and rub my hand across his chest, but he stopped me, wanting me