Chambre de Christophe Sinclair

I halted outside Christophe's chamber not to sure if he would want to see me or not. I had wanted to see him it was like a unrestful feeling. It surged through my body keeping me awake at night until I gave in. And here I found myself knocking at his door.

Those blue piercing eyes with that smouldering smile could stop any woman dead in her tracks. What made it more succumbing was the fact that he knew this. And at times could play it to his advantage. "This is a welcome I like to receive." I said with a wink as I went to sit on the end of the bed. "I gather that you are a man of action rather than words am I correct? I need your help." I looked at him then letting the fear in my eyes show.

I was rather amused by his question. Gently I tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear. Breathing in his body-odur which smelled of leather. "Oh you are still my favourite solider Christophe. I don't feel safe in this palace at the moment."

I shrugged simply my shoulders I couldn't burden Christophe. I would tell him my secret after king Henry had visited I decided. "You shall find out all in good time." I let my lips trail up his muscular arm as I placed myself behind him. Kneeling I placed a hand onto his chest, simply dwelling in my heavenly pleasure that was Christophe. He was bad for me that I knew but I wanted him more badly than any other living thing. "I am not a Princess in your presence! I am only a woman bounded by her weak desiring for you. Did you know of this hold you have over me."

Why tempt a saint when I can tempt you. I said playfully as my fingers fell over his gracefull body. Believe what you want but you are the second I've been acquainted with. The first man wasn't so artfully skilled as you are." I rested my head against his back begging for the morning clouds not to arise.

I could never tire of you Christophe. I kissed him back letting our tongues dance together like two foreign snakes. Your bad for me which makes me want you more. My entire body was burning hot, waiting to be free to move against his smooth skin.

I swiftly slithered out of my skirts wrapping myself around his body. I could feel my womanhood aching to be touched. The harder he sucked on my breasts the more moist I become. Arching my elbows on the bed I threw my head back, basking in my glorious rise of desire. Slipping my hand between his legs my fingers run around the top of his foreskin. Tonight I wanted him in a way he had never had me before or had any other for that matter.