Chapter II

The Love

She tossed and turned, her head turning side-to-side, cold sweat dripping down her forehead, her hands gripping tightly onto the thickly quilted blanket as her body arched into the air, a scream of pleasure echoing through the humongous room, "Amador!"

Delphine shot up straight on the queen sized bed, round piercing eyes looking terrifyingly at the wall up ahead. Heavy gulps of breath rapidly pumped through her tiny body as she gasped for air.

She threw the blanket aside, slipped her feet into the slippers; she got up and walked to the window. Opening up the glass windows, a gust of cold wind blew in and intruded through her thin crème nightgown, causing her sensitive nipples to tighten erect. She hugged herself and rubbed her arms up and down to warm herself up, sniffing in the fresh cool breeze to calm herself down.

Looking in far distance, she spotted a fuzzy puff of smoke squiggling freely in the clear night sky, and she wished it was her. She blinked and smiled to herself as she rested her elbow on the ledge of the window, dreaming about her savior.

It was exactly as she had envisioned ever since she was a young girl, her very own knight in shining armor, which had led her back to her dream, her vision. It was intense, and so---so real. It was as though she was there, feeling his strong, masculine body overpowering her tiny one.

She could feel her body tighten up as he entered her in full speed. It seemed as if she was knocked out for a split second when he filled her, her body was cast into another plane or dimension. Everything went black all of a sudden while her body took control and replied to his rhythm…and that was when she snapped back to reality.

Waves of exciting shivers rushed through her body just thinking about it. A naughty smile emerged on her lips, and her nipples hardened.

Turning her head towards the wooden door, she looked down sadly. She was locked in, and there was no way she could get out. She was imprisoned in her own home, a home she will be trapped in until her wedding day.

Just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes. She was being forced to marry the Prince of Austria, whether she liked it or not. She had no choice of choosing her own destiny or lover. Everything was planned out even before she had been born. Her life had been planned out, and her groom had been chosen. Yet, every girl wishes to become her, a princess.

She knew why her mother was giving her to Henrik. She knew every detail to her mother's plan; she didn't need to be told. It was so obvious why her mother was so eager to give her away to Henrik: so he could take over her father's throne once he was dead. Henrik was going to become the ruler of Romania. Either that or take all their fortune and bring it back to Austria. Once he inherited it, the only thing left to do on his list would be to kill her.

She let out a sigh and removed those disturbing thoughts from her head; she refocused her mind back to Amador. She could still taste his kiss at nighttime. She could feel his hands running through her body. And his length, God his length! It drove her crazy for days. The size, the height, and the shape, she just wanted him to take her at that moment.

Everywhere she looked, she could see his face staring at her. Everything she touched felt as if she was touching him. At night, when she laid alone in bed, she felt like he was there with her, holding her, but every morning she found herself alone…

Owls hooting, crickets chirping, left over leaves from the dry autumn ruffled on the woodland ground, as squirrels ran through them.

Sound of wood chopping was singing in melody along with the sound of waves crashing against the shallow shore.

A full moon sent brightly light through the canopy of the forest, and shone through the mahogany wood cabin, and the man next to it, with a straight back, and an uprising ax holding up in the air, as its razor-sharp edge blade flickered against the moonlight.

A sharp, thunderous crack sent the animals and birds zooming off as the work continued on, while the cool evening had fallen into a cold night. Fog covered most of the wood and water, most of the night animals hiding themselves in shrubs and bushes while some snuggled in piles of big rocks down by the lake.

A rustling sound on the floor of the woods crunched up the silence of the deserted land. Continuous sounds of crumpled leaves made the woodchopper suspicions. Laying down the ax, he tiptoed, following the sound while sneaking behind tall, massive trees.

From a remote place, he could barely make out the moonlit apparition. The thick mist had blocked his keen vision, causing him to squint his eyes, which wrinkled up his handsome face. He rushed from tree to tree, as leaves ruffled underneath his feet.

The crunching noises caused the figure to stop and examine its surroundings, it then took off running as the woodchopper chased after it. Running as fast as it could, but not fast enough, he jumped onto its back causing them both to fall, as a frightening scream broke through the muted wood. Flipping the intruder over to determine its identity Amador was surprised to see who it was, "Delphine."

A hurtful Delphine's eyes met his as she roughly pushed him off of her and started walking off. He chased after her, after he realized what he just did. "Delphine, I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't know it was you."

"Yeah, well…" she trailed off, holding onto her now bruised arm that had been severely brushed against the small twigs and rough, dry leaves on the ground.

"I'm truly sorry," he continued to apologize. "Please, let me take a look at that wound." he offered kindly, as he noticed her holding up her arm to look at the threatening-to-bleed abrasion on her flesh.

"You've done enough!" She spat, proceeding on walking away and avoiding Amador.

He stubbornly continued going after her, running past her so he could be face to face, and insisted on fixing her wound. "Let me look at it."

She looked up slowly to find his sincere face looking pleadingly at her for him to exam her wound. Right away, she realized something different about him. His beard! That was it. His beard. It was no longer there. It was shaved off, which gave her a better view of his face. He looked somewhat younger. He looked to be about eighteen. Now, she could clearly see his full profile. He was undeniably irresistible.

Without replying, she gently pushed her arm towards him. A smile spread across his face, as if he was pleased with her decision. "This doesn't mean I will forgive you."

"I didn't say anything about forgiving." he stated, smiling like a schoolboy. "How about we go back to my cabin where there's better lighting?"

She nodded agreeably, and she followed him from behind. While traveling through the long road ahead, Amador decided to make conversation along the way.

"What are you doing here at this time?" he asked looking back at her, only to find her gloomy face looking down to the ground. "C'mon, I said I was sorry. I wouldn't have attacked you if I had known it was you."

Ignoring his question, she lost in her own little world. "This was a complete disaster." She thought. She shouldn't have escaped. Now look what had happened.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Came Amador's fiery voice. "I've apologized. It's not like I'm sneaking around waiting for you to come and attack you!" He continued on, "Lighten up! You don't have to be so bratty about it!"

Suddenly silence settled between them. The footsteps stopped. She looked up defensively as he continued to walk on angrily without a care in the world with what was happening behind him. "If that's how you really felt, why didn't you just let me drown?"

"What?" He turned around, shocked by her comment.

"I didn't come here to be butchered by you. I should've known!" her voice broke, "You're just like the rest them!" She yelled furiously, as she was on the verge of tears. "You only used me for your own pleasure, and turned on me!" She then ran away, tears streaming down her face.

She was a fool to think he actually liked her for a minute. For the past many sleepless nights, his image had clouded her head. It was as if she had fallen for him…hard. Dreams of him invaded her mind. She couldn't concentrate because every one of her thoughts involved him. Tears of pain and betrayal threatened to cascade down her face rapidly.

Dumbfounded by what she said, he then rushed to her side quickly, instantly regretting every single word that had come out of his mouth. He grabbed her arm abruptly and forced her to look at him. She shot him an evil glance, then snatched her arm back and ran off.

"Now you can repay me by telling me what the hell is your problem!" he called after her furiously.

She hastily turned around, revealing her tearful face. She viciously bellowed, "YOU! You're my problem!"

Caught off guard by her remark, his heart just stopped. "Me?" he thought, "What did I do?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing; you wouldn't understand anyway." She lowered her voice, and slowly walked away.

"Please, don't walk away like that." His voice turned solemn and sincere, "I deserve to know if it's about me."

She gazed at him lazily with tears in her eyes and it just broke his heart to see her like that. He had imprinted the image of a spontaneous girl in his mind; he'd never considered seeing this side of her…so depressed and vulnerable. "Not a good thing," he told himself, as he attempted to come closer.

She stood her ground stiffly she didn't dare to move. He was right, she did owe him a favor, but how could she ever tell him that she was in…dare she say it, LOVE, with him? It may be silly to others, but after all she did believe in love at first sight. And she was definitely struck by Cupid's arrow when her eyes met his.

There were so many things she yearned to share with him. Her fantasies, her desires, and her love…for him. Her heart was only big enough for one special person, and her mother had believed it would be Henrik, but boy-oh-boy was she wrong. Her love would never belong to Henrik.

Her conscience stopped her from showing her true feelings because it was wrong and dangerous, but her heart demanded that she run to him and kiss him and stay in his arms.

Her lips motioned as she was about to speak, but yet nothing came out, except for a puff of smoke that escaped her mouth from the cold air.

"What is it?" he asked in a low tone that could barely be heard. He cupped her cheeks, and brought her face up to his. Her eyes wandered around before she decided that there was nowhere else to look apart from his blue ones.

Gazing into her tearful eyes, it seemed as though he could read all the pain and sorrow that was going on in her head: Her life, her feelings, her passion, her dreams. She blinked, letting drops of tears stroll down her cheeks that were caught by his thumbs and were wiped away.

She stumbled on her feet, as she could no longer stand still, and Amador grabbed onto her petite waist and held onto her before she could topple over. Her midsection lightly clasped with his, and she could feel a little temptation motion, which aroused her.

Amador could sense his personal companion getting a little excited, and immediately he tried to calm himself down, but was caught off guard by Delphine's body pressing against his. Her head was lifting up, as his was lowering. Amador softly brushed his lips against hers, while she could feel twinkles of stimulation taking over her body. Her arm found its way around his wide waist, as the other draped around his neck.

She leaned in closer to deepen the kiss, while Amador tugged her closer roughly, and his hands groped her body. She could feel his arousal; his length was pressed hard between them.

Delphine let out a low moan as Amador's hands grabbed her buttocks and squeezed them. Suddenly her dream became a reality, as her pain faded out of her mind, and her tears dried away into the cold wind.

"Amador," she whispered, still hanging onto the kiss.

He didn't even bother to respond. All he could think about was the kiss and whom he was kissing. Her lips were lush and full, making him crazy. Parting his lips from hers, he captured her bottom lip and nipped on it.

Abruptly Delphine pulled his head away, and looked at him. Her eyes were filled with passion and desire; he could see it, and he could see that she could read him as well.

"We should go back to your cabin," she suggested hoarsely. Her cheeks blushed just knowing what would happen next. Her body was calling out for his, just as his was calling out for hers.

Amador nodded his head, and slipped his hands off her waist and buttock, and grabbed her hand, then led the way…

***

Time traveled slowly, while the movie seemed to have ended before it was supposed to. Ejecting the DVD out of the DVD player, Piper popped another movie in.

"What movie is that?" Phoebe asked lazily, resting her head on Cole's shoulder.

"Serendipity," Piper answered.

"Not another mushy love movie!" Leo complained.

"What's wrong with romantic movies?" Piper questioned irritably. "It's not as interesting as your action movies? Where people die? Kicking demons' asses, and innocents dying everyday is not good enough for you? For once, I wish you can be romantic for a change."

"What? I'm romantic," Leo defended.

"Sitting on your ass and watching TV everyday is not call being romantic," Piper explained in a childish tone, as if she was talking to a toddler.

"Well, I'm tired after a day of work, so I'd like to relax." Leo notified her, "You know traveling really wears you out."

"Oh, enough. Can you both stop arguing? I'm getting a migraine," Phoebe calmly demanded. Rolling her eyes, Piper popped the new movie in.

***

Leisurely they walked as they reached the door, Delphine wrapped her arms around herself tightly to keep herself warm even though she had Amador's thick coat around her.

"How can you survive this weather?" she asked, walking into a warm, but dim house.

"That's why I have a fireplace," he responded, removing the heavy coat for her.

She walked with light steps to the fireplace; she bent down to feel the heat dancing around her face and hands.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" Amador repeated the previous question.

Motioning, as she was about to turn her head, she smiled to herself and looked down. "I don't know," was all she could say.

"Well, there has to be a reason," Amador stated, "People don't generally stroll into the wood at this time of day for no unexplainable reason."

"Let's just keep it as a mystery," she joked, and let out a laugh, as did he.

He was happy to see her alive again. That smile of hers just killed him. It was wonderful to see her being full of life once again but, he was glad to see the other side of her. Who said royalty didn't have emotions or feelings or even a heart?

"If you don't mind, may I ask you why you cried?" he suddenly asked.

Looking up at him, she had no idea what to tell him. For heaven sake's, she doesn't even know why she cried. Maybe it was hormones, maybe it was mixed emotion, or maybe she just doesn't know how to tell him she loved him.

"What do you mean when you said I was the problem?" He continued.

Getting up and moving towards him, she gave him a weak smile and answered, "You might find this a little weird but to be honest I have no idea."

"Well, I appreciate your honesty."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, sure, I suppose."

"Have you ever been in love?" she asked out of the blue, while avoiding eye-contact.

He was caught by surprise, but then decided to answer with some hesitation, "If you must know, yes, yes I have."

"Really? How old were you?"

"Well, now you're just being nosy," he declared.

She turned away blushing two shades redder than her rosy cheeks.

"Have you?" Amador suddenly turned the table, which made her blush more than ever.

"I'm not answering that." she sternly responded.

"Oh, come one now, you got it out of me, it's only fair that you answer it too."

"I don't have to." She stood her ground.

"Oh, yeah?" Amador said reaching his hand out to ravish her. She let out a yelp and continuous giggles echoed the small cabin, as he tickled her.

Movements of tiny paces sent them reaching for the bed next to the nightstand. A small, ancient bed. The mattresses must have been a decade old, as it seemed to be rotten from the bottom.

Falling on the bed, he continued to tickle her. Laughter lightly grew fainter, and was restituted by awkward feelings.

Amador brought his hand to her face and swept away a few strands of hair that were in her face.

She bit her bottom lip lightly, while gazing in his eyes. Picking her own head up, she dived in for a kiss. Impatiently, he laid her head back down, and deepened their kiss. He slipped his tongue into her hot, awaiting mouth and explored it while Delphine ran her hands around his shirt and tried to remove it. Pulling it over his head, she swung it down onto the ground, just before Amador pulled her up to him.

Hands busy trying to undo her dress, he impatiently grabbed the lacings on her back and unfastened it. Removing it from all the loops he pulled it down as fast as he could, revealing a white corset underneath which held up her round firm bosoms heaving up high, as her breath quickened. Shoving his face down, he gently placed gentle kisses on her breasts, while unhooking her corset.

Completely removing everything, except her panties, he let his fingers play around the elastic band as he captured her left nipple into his mouth and suckled it, sending a sense of pleasure throughout her body. She grabbed him by his hair and beckoned him to take her. Her body arched and collided with his. He clutched onto the small of her back and pressed it against his burning desire. The stirring was uncontrollable, and Delphine could feel it. She quickly undid the rope around his waist, and slipped his pants down. Just after she did so, he undid hers.

Heat of longing for the needed desire was boiling between them. Amador took Delphine's hands and placed them back behind her head, while his feet parted her long legs, and his hand caressed the side of her breast.

Taking in every sweet moment, she moaned aloud when his hand touched her womanhood. The tingling feeling sent her to the edge, it was the first time ever in the sixteen years of life, had she ever felt such wonderful pleasure. She just wanted time to stop so she could stay in this moment forever.

He scooped her into his arms and silenced her with a lustful kiss; she wrapped her arms around his beefy waist and tugged him closer to her. He suddenly dragged himself away for her, which had her confused. Her lips motioned as if she was about to speak, but her eyes just blinked and said nothing.

"I can't," Amador spoke throatily.

"What?" Delphine questioned flabbergasted.

"We shouldn't. It's not right." He proclaimed. "It's not fair…to you."

"But I don't understand." She uttered.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not?"

"Because, it's against the law for a peasant and a noble to be intimate. And it's disgraceful to be intimate before your wedding day. The act of love should be between two people to love each other."

"What's love?" Delphine quizzed, looking adoringly into his eyes.

"Love?" He climbed off of her and lay by her side. "Love is when you care for a person so much, you would risk anything for them. Even if it means your life depends on it. And when you can't get them out of your head."

"Really?" She turned to face him, and fluttered her lashes.

"I suppose." He looked at her, just wanting to kiss her again.

Saying nothing, she just leaned in and kissed him passionately. Cupping his face with her hands, she climbed onto him and strangled him with her legs. "Then I guess I love you." She announced out of the blue.

Everything just stopped all of the sudden. Did he hear that correctly? Or was he hallucinating? Maybe it was a mistake. He must have misheard it. "What?" He questioned disbelievingly.

The slight form of frown appeared on her face, as she hesitated before answering, "I love you." Trembling with the words, it frightened her now that she said it out loud. Afraid of how he was going to react, because not a word had been said once those three powerful words came out of her mouth, she quickly took them back, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Do you really mean that?" Amador questioned with caution.

"I…" She stuttered, "yes."

Glancing blankly around the room, not knowing what to do next, she pushed herself up about to get off of Amador, suddenly his arm stretched out and dragged her down to him and he kissed her with all his might, as she let out a groan.

He led her down onto her back without breaking their kiss; he ran his fingers into her inner thigh and caressed it, and his other hand fondled her round firm breast. Letting out another pleasurable groan, she broke the kiss, and seductively intoned, "Take me now!"

With that said, Amador granted her wish. He positioned himself at a perfect angle, grabbed her by her waist, and entered her in full speed as she had dreamed. Screams of pain and pleasure reverberated through the forest. Arching her back into the air, he tightened his grip on her and moved in and out of her faster and faster. With each thrust he threw at her, it brought her into a new amazing level of pleasure. As she was reaching her final destination she screamed again, "Amador!"

Giving her the final pump, he prepared himself as if he knew what was going to happen next. He gave the final thrust; muffle screams of the two lovebirds didn't go much further than their hot, hungry mouths. Silencing their appreciation for each other with a kiss, while connected, the throaty screams slowly died down.

Staying linked as one for as long as possible, Amador slowly pulled away and gazed lovingly at Delphine. Cupping her cheek with hand, he caressed her soft cheek with his thumb, as she closed her eyes and felt the warmth against it.

Smiling to himself, he admired her naked body against the blazing fire dancing against her satin skin. Lowering his head, he kissed her neck, then her cheeks, and suddenly whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Slowly she opened her eyes, she just stared at him. That was all she wanted to hear, those three words. Her pounding heart just started to pipe down to its normal speed. She cracked a smile and draped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down to her. Putting their heads together, she mimicked his question in an amusing way, "You really mean it?"

"I…" he imitated her, "yes."

She slapped him playfully on his chest, and laughed.

Breaking the connection, he climbed off of her, and pulled the torn cover up to them. He carefully wrapped it around her, and settled himself next to her.

Snuggling up to him, she wrapped her arms around him, as he scooped her into his.

Staying in each other arms, and slowly dozing off, Delphine had completely lost track of time. But, suddenly a thunderous sound knocked her out of sleep.

She snapped her eyes opened, waking Amador up, then nervously ran to the door and opened it only to see that it was the crack of dawn. Eyes popping out of their sockets, she let out a horrifying scream, "AH! It's dawn! Amador, get up!" Running back inside, she gathered up all her clothes, and threw them back on, while Amador had gotten up and threw on his own.

Walking her to the door, it brought old memories back. This, right here, right now, may be the last time he'd ever see her again. Holding onto her hand tightly, never wanting to let her go, he walked her to the door. They stared at each other intensely as if they wanted to take a mental picture of each other to remind them of their special night.

Letting out a tiresome sigh, Delphine took all her courage to speak up, "Will I ever see you again?"

"You know were I am," he simply answered, and he cupped her cheeks with both hands to bring her face to his and softly brushed his lips against her.

Turning towards the wilderness, not knowing whether to run or not, Delphine slowly paced herself away from Amador and took off. And never once did she look back.

Watching her running away again just brought him back to many of his lonely nights. Nights he spent in bed alone thinking of her. Thinking of the incident.

When he heard those muffled screams crying out for help, his heart just stopped. He'd thought his worst nightmare had come…witnessing another life passing away before his eyes.

However, that wasn't what he mostly thought about. All he could do was envision himself being with her. Feeling her touches and kisses. It was all he ever wanted. He could never recall a time when he had felt or even imagined himself with a girl, but, then again, what kind of girl would want him? A lumberman. He didn't even make enough money to put food on the table for himself, and talk about adding another person to his life… What would they eat? Dirt?

But, yet, this beautiful, enchanting princess was falling head over heels for him. Was he thankful for it or was he ungrateful for it? Was it a curse or was it a gift? All he knew was that he was in love with her and she was in love with him. However, would their love put them both in danger?