Hello Everyone

Here we are on the most anticipated chapter. I have a lot of love poured into this and wanted to ensure that this held the 'love' they felt for each other. So here we go…. And I hope people can find us with the rating change.

Cannot WAIT to hear your thoughts!

Love

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Chapter 6- The Affirmation

Unlike the many dreams he had of this exact moment, of needing to calm her overwhelmed senses, the reality was far different. He thought he would rush and ravish her with flaming passion. Yet with her words, he only rushed to take her face to his hands and lead her lips to his. They were warm and soft as her hands slowly rose to cover his. He broke their kiss and leaned his forehead to hers.

"Tamina, are you sure? For I do not think I could stop once we start this…"

"Yes," she said clear and sure.

He felt all his strength and control drain away as he started to kiss her again. Tamina held his waist to steady herself as his hands roamed her back, pressing her to him. The silky material was soft against his rough hands. He broke the kiss again and both smiled at each other as her hands rested on his chest. Without a word he bent to gather the hem of her chemise in his hand. He brought it up as he straightened and Tamina raised her hands up to free herself from it.

She thought she would die of shame to be naked in front of a man but Tamina stood graceful as a goddess. He exhaled sharply at this vision and placed his large hand above her left breast. The touch of his skin on hers made her eyes close and she parted her lips to release a sigh. Her skin glowed alabaster, her breasts rising with her breath. She thought he would touch her breast, yet when she opened her eyes he only looked into them with want and felt her heartbeat.

Dastan felt the rhythm of her heart was the most beautiful feeling he had ever felt. He had obsessed over her body, her breasts from the first day he saw her, but as she stood there, there was no lust, there was no carnal greed. There was only affection and love. There was love. He raised his hand from her chest to her cheek and lowered his lips once again for a searing kiss. He captured her lower lip between his and gently pulled, making her smile and break the contact.

"I… I want to see you… just you," she said as she placed her hands on his shirt and pushed the cloth off his shoulders. Dastan took his hands to the lace of his pants and hooked his fingers to push them down. He could see her physical restraint not to turn her gaze downward to look at his member. He stood there very naked and very male, his chiseled body bronzed by the sun. He did not move but he looked powerful and majestic.

Suddenly, her eyes darted to his crotch and just as fast looked back up into his eyes. A shy smile crept onto her face to mask the anxiety. It was different than on the artwork and statues she had looked at in secret. He was definitely aroused but she doubted how they could become one. Reading the nervousness in her smile, Dastan spoke.

"You smiling is not good for my ego… do you know what will happen?"

She nodded.

He circled her waist and pulled her strongly against him, feeling his velvet hardness against her stomach.

His final sentence was crushed into the fiery kiss as he pulled her towards the bed. She did not resist but wrapped her hands around his neck to pull herself to him. She felt the back of her legs touch the bed, but without lowering her onto the soft sheets, Dastan turned her so that her back now pressed to his strong form. He wrapped his hands round her, his right finally capturing her breast and his left moving to her mound. A deep sigh escaped her lips at his intimate touch. No one, no one, had ever touched her like this. Dastan kissed the curve of her neck and shoulder as he caught her erect nipple in between his knuckles and gently pressed the fingers together making her moan again. His hands worked together to awaken her being to his touch. He turned her to him, and twirled them around so that he was now against the bed. As he sat on the edge, he skillfully drew her to him and he ran his hands from her waist over her shapely bottom to her thighs and urged her forward so that she straddled him.

He stoked her thighs before cradling her face in his hands and pulling her once again for a deep kiss.

She felt no shame in her nakedness or in the way she laid on him, just pure want and longing for him to sate an ache in her. He held her face close to his own, lips almost touching.

"I have dreamed of holding you from the moment I saw you crying in your chamber. I have shamefully lusted after your body from the moment I tasted your breasts with my eyes. Yet, here I am and all I want to do is to make love to you," he said as he pushed her closer to him.

He had been as hard as iron and he could feel her staggered breath, conveying her worry of what was to come. She looked nervously at his member.

"Look at me," he said as he raised her face to meet his eyes, "Tamina, I want to pleasure you slowly, gently, kissing every part of your body, I want to worship you. I will ready you to accept me into you… and you will…for I will die if I cannot be in you!"

As he said this he lifted her from her waist and flipped positions to place her underneath him. Deftly he carried her until he laid her on the pillow. He trapped her legs in-between his and hovered over her, holding his weight on his bent arms. He kissed her deeply and moved down to her neck as her hurried breath foretold her arousal. Tamina's mind whirled with excitement, not believing that this man she had longed for will make her truly his wife. She was stimulated, excited, anxious and utterly in love, and all this with his kisses which now had moved to the valley of her breasts made her skin light and tingle in pleasure.

Yet she did not expect the piercing pleasure as Dastan slowly cupped her breasts, pebble her nipple and leisurely circled her areola with his wet warm tongue. Her back bowed and a gasp escaped her, with that he took her into his mouth and sucked gently making her shoulders come off the bed. She did not stop him as he turned his attention to the other breast which he had roused with his fingers, but dug her hands into his hair and pushed herself against him. She was dizzy with sensitivity as he kissed, licked and took time to map her body with his lips as she stroked and clutch his back desperately. He came to her again and as he looked into her eyes, glossed in mirth, he slid his hands down her side and to the juncture of her thighs. Tamina released her breath in a pant and gripped his shoulders as his fingers traced the womanly folds now wet and eager with arousal. He dipped his index finger into the warm, wet center as the thumb rested on the pleasure point, pressuring it. Her eyes closed at this new sensual sensation.

His eyes almost fell close. "Ahh… so wet," he said but seeing her disappointed expression quickly added, "Which is very good."

She was ready. She was ready for him.

He slowly raised himself up on his arms and knees. Dastan gently pushed her knees apart with his and settled in between her luxurious thighs positioning his manhood against her. He looked into her eyes, anticipation and want written so clearly in them. He feathered a kiss on her brow and gently moved his hips to mimic what he would do in moments to take her fear away and to coat him with her. Yet as he positioned himself and pushed in, Tamina's hands released his shoulders and dug her hands into the mattress beside her, pressing her legs down, tense and stiff. He stopped at his inconsiderateness. However, it was not as if he had any experience with bedding innocents for the last time he did that, he was the virgin on the bed!

He stopped and gently caressed her cheek with his right hand, bearing his weight on the other. "Tamina," he whispered, "Relax my love… I will be gentle with you."

As he said this, he gently pulled her knees up to his side and rubbed her hip soothingly. "There will be some…" he chose the next word carefully, "Discomfort but I will take it away… hold onto me…"

She nodded and placed her hand underneath his and held onto him. His heart stopped at her gaze. His mind surprised at the restraint and love he felt for her. He was with her. He was to claim her as his. His life and his love.

"Sweet," he whispered, "Look at me as I enter you… look at me as I make you my wife… let me make love to you…"

His final words were drowned in a deep longing kiss and as he separated their lips, he looked into her eyes, holding himself up with his left elbow, he placed his right on her hips to hold her in place. Dastan gently pushed in, rounding his hand from her hips to her bottom, lifting her up to receive him. Her mouth dropped open, eyes fluttered, breath broke from her throat as her body arched in the feeling of him entering her slowly. Her fingers dug into his back in pain, anxiety, arousal and excitement at this act. He felt her open, her tight lush passage drawing him in. He knew what he had to do not to prolong her wait and thrust strong and swift into her.

She gasped, eyes closing in the unexpected unaccustomed burn in her and the feeling of fullness. He hated himself for the pain he had caused and raised a hand again to her cheek as he restrained himself from moving, even though every part of his body screamed to claim her.

"Tamina," he exhaled as he slowly used his thumb to wipe the tear which escaped her eyes, "Look at me… look at me." He waited until her gaze met his. "I am in you… you are holding me in you… you… my wife…"

Her heart could not believe the joy and sense of completion she felt at those words- This man who she loved, her husband, now within her in the most intimate action of love. Only for them to share. Only for them to bestow on each other.

Unknowing the restraint Dastan was under for her comfort, she moved her hips making him curse.

"Sorry," she gasped, "I…I did… is it done for…I thought we have to move."

Her apologetic tone broke his heart in love. "Oh sweet, you are so—" he did not complete his sentence but, smiling in love, kissed her forehead. "Tamina, I am far from finished making love to you," he said with a voice steeped in desire, "but I'm waiting for the sting to die down."

"I am fine… just feels… full," she said carefully.

It was the words he needed and his male urge to claim her overpowered him. Dastan hooked her knee with his arm and raised it higher. She sighed as he fell into her, deeper and more comfortably. "Hold onto my hips with your legs, my love."

She tightened her grip on him, her feet rubbing against his calves. He positioned his elbows beside her head and lowered his lips to hers as he withdrew and thrust firmly into her, catching her moan in his lips.

The sacredness of their joining came second only to the powerful passion both had for each other. He kissed her honey lips and sucked her lush breasts as he dove into her soft yet enduring womanhood. His mind was crazy in aroused love for her. He only wanted to pleasure her, he only wanted her release and his control drew across his body. Tamina kissed his shoulders, nipping them lightly in a senseless move to be with him, to fulfill this want of his body. His sinuous body exerted power in claiming her as his as she in sensual pleasure raised her hips to meet his every thrust. Dastan almost died in controlling his own release, his mind stretched and heart aching to satisfy her. Tamina felt the pool of pleasure building in her loins, her legs frantic against his, raising her higher. She did not know what the ending was, she did not know what pleasure or what reaction her body was to give her.

Her grip on his back became frantic and firm, her feet flexing with pressure aching for gratification she did not know how to achieve. Suddenly, she was soaring above and just before, just before her sweet release, just before, she opened her eyes and for the first time moaned, "Dastan."

She did not know what this feeling was, but only knew that this was what heaven would feel like. Pleasure, sated pleasure, coursed through her veins, love coating her as her womanhood spasm in her orgasm. Her eyes closed, body handing to him, her ambrosial mouth releasing her breath in pants.

For Dastan, his name on her lips and her pulsating center clutching him was his undoing. He raised himself up on his arms and thrust only twice to find his release deep inside her. His moan, quiet and filled with satisfaction, escaped him as he collapsed on her and rested on her shoulder.

Both eyes closed, both gasping for breath, both trying to cling to their climax, both holding onto each other. Both deeply stated in having made love… for the first time.