<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Yakari Aeide</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/e502d570-9e84-4133-bfed-cd10f89cd1f5_zpsb0fae3ac.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Amena’s tongue entered his mouth, carefully, shy and curious. He had allowed her to take the lead and now his tongue toyed with hers, her hands cupped his cheeks and for some long moment it looked like everything was running smoothly. Then the kiss broke and two worried eyes looked in his.<br/><span style="color: #80FF00"><br/>“Yakari—you’ve been injured only a short bit ago…”</span> Yakari sighed loudly and his eyes rolled back, leaving her face. This would be a lot harder than he had expected it to be. Amena was too much caught in her mind and too little lost in desire. Before he could react, she was gone, out of reach. Her dress slipped off her shoulder and revealed more of this sinful flesh he wanted to kiss so desperately. Her breasts were heaving from her heavy panting and Yakari just had to look in the heated face to know that Amena was already on fire. Luckily she came back to him, sitting down on the bed, her hand tousling his sweaty hair.<br/><span style="color: #80FF00"><br/>“I do not think it wise to have my weight upon you, Yakari---it cannot feel pleasant…”</span><br/><br/>Yakari gave a damn about his well being, he gave a damn about pain, the only thing he cared about in the moment was, how to make Amena finally a woman – his woman. And what the f… did Amena now about how pleasant she would feel on him? A dark growl appeared in his voice.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Amena, don’t make me furious. I am on fire, you are on fire and the only thing you talk about is some minor bruise on my chest. I want to make you my wife finally and you have nothing better to do than to worry about my well being? Where is the woman who has shouted in the arena to me to fight harder? Where is that woman who wanted to marry immediately, so that she can finally give herself to me? It that woman gone and replaced now by a mother hen? Yes, this bruise hurts but I give a damn on it, because the only thing that can make me heal quicker is you and this alluring body of yours…”</span><br/><br/>Yakari put his hand on her chest and pulled the hem of her dress a little deeper exposing her breast. His fingers moved over it and he circled the dark area, until her nipple was poking hard into the air. Yakari wanted her, but if Amena continued to back off, he would have to wait.</div>