The Royal Contract

But when they started making out again, she was in pure heaven. How could she be so lucky? She could not wait to feel his body against her and for their bodies to join as one.

Last night had been one of the best experiences in her life. She believed she could not get enough of it. It was never like that when she had sex for the first and only time with her ex. There was just no comparison.

Zach knew how to make love. At least, that was what she wanted to call it. It was not dirty. It was intense and utterly sensational. That was how she would describe it.

But when he suddenly flipped her over, making her sit on top of him. That was a different story. Last night, they made love in the dark, under the covers.

Now, as the covers bunched around their waists, she was fully exposed to his view. As the light from the window shone on them, he would finally have a perfect sight of all her imperfections.

But when she heard him say. “We can stop if you want to.” And taking note of the concern in his voice. She knew he misunderstood her situation.

Of course, she did not want to stop. All she ever wanted was for them to stay in this bed and make love until they could not move. She had never felt more alive than when she was with him. And she did not want to lose that feeling.

However, she still feared that he might not want her anymore. Her insecurity had gotten the best of her as she allowed it to overshadow her judgment.

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She quickly imagined that he would look at her differently once he noticed that she was not perfect. And that she had many scars that might never heal, even in time.

“No, that is not what I want.” She finally found her voice as she bravely tilted her head to look at him. “I want you.” She said. “But will you still want me with all my past?” She asked him, suddenly pulling his hand that was on the side and dragging them toward her belly.

She allowed him to feel the scar that reminded her daily why she had to struggle, a constant remembrance of her past that had taught her a valuable lesson.

“What is this?” His fingers finally traced through the long line along her belly. It was not noticeable with a dress or under a panty, but it was there, a long and ugly scar that marred her skin.

As for someone who had never experienced the pain she had gone through, her scar was a hideous sight. But to her, it symbolized the most magical moment in her life. Because she survived, and her son lived because of it.

“A mark of my troubled past.” She told him, remembering that he only knew so little about her. But how could she tell him more?

Finally, she looked up, feeling his fingers tracing the long line. When her eyes met his eyes, she never saw any sign of disgust in them as she initially expected.

Instead, there was some form of concern, confusion, and something else she could not understand. Was it anger? Why? Was he angry that she did not tell him about it? No, that could not be it.

Before she could answer his question, his other hand extended up, pushing the hair that almost covered half of her face. Then, his fingers traced the line of her lips. In the same manner that his other hand was doing with her scar.

“Do you think that this scar would make me run away?” He suddenly smiled at her as if that was the farthest from the truth. “It would take more than that to scare me.”

Suddenly, to her surprise, he flipped them. Now, he was on top of her again. But instead of staying in their position, he started to move downward. She could feel her heart roaring inside her chest.

She did not know what to expect, having no idea what he had planned to do as his face stopped on top of her scar. Was he going to kiss her down there?

“I am not just talking about the physical scar, but...” She was unable to finish as her world turned upside down.

Oh my! She could feel herself hyperventilating.

When his lips finally landed on her blemished skin, she had to hold her breath in her lungs because it was just too much. And then, her eyes automatically closed due to the sensation that spread through her belly, down to her core.

Damn! It was out of this world as a loud moan escaped her lips.

“I don’t care about your past.” He mumbled between his kisses. “Everyone has them one way or another.” He continued. “I also carried many of them, so stop torturing yourself, and let us enjoy this moment.”

He continued his downward path until she felt his hands on her legs, spreading them wide apart. Was he? But the thought vanished outside the window as she felt herself floating among the clouds.

He said she should stop torturing herself, but what was he doing to her? She felt herself climbing over the edge until she was on the peak and about to fall. But something held her on the verge, but it was not enough.

“Please,” She begged him, but what was she asking him to do as her body twisted between pleasure and pain? “Please...” She pleaded with him.

Finally, he stood up, looking quite satisfied with himself as he positioned himself on top of her. And in one swift move, he was inside her, moving in a rhythm that was just too slow to get her where she wanted to be.

“Aaaggghhh!” She did not know what to ask of him, but he was the only one who could give her what she needed. “Zach!” She called his name, not knowing what else to say.

“Just be patient, my love.” He said to her as he gradually quickened his pace. “I want you to enjoy every second of this.” He said in his hoarse tone as sweat dripped on his face and entire body.

She could see his effort to make this enjoyable and pleasurable for her. She could only wonder if she could ever return the favor. Once again, she could not help but question fate. Was this for real this time?

Then, finally, she felt their bodies shudder together, feeling the sensation that rushed through her body. It was spectacular like last night, or maybe better. She could not exactly tell, but it was another unforgettable experience.

Eventually, they lay silent on their backs with their fingers entwined while one of his hands rested on her scar, grazing it with his fingers. She could not help but stare at them.

He might not seem to mind her past or her scar. Still, it was her sign never to repeat her mistakes.

But was she making another one now?

Damn! Did they use protection? She could not remember, but she doubted.

No, not again.