The kiss they shared before didn't felt like this one. This time Robart was kissing her with raw hunger like it was his first and last kiss. His tongue danced in her mouth, touching each part of her mouth. He deepened the kiss, tasting more of her each time. Ayla fisted her hands on his tunic, clinging to him as a child clings to his mother while he kept kissing her.

"So sweet. You taste like honey," Robart whispered against her lips.

'You too tasted sweet, like cinnamon," Ayla thought.

Robart kissed her so much that Ayla started feeling light-headed. He showered her cheeks, eyes, temples in kisses, and Ayla started feeling her body going hotter and hotter. She never imagined that Robart could make her feel like. When his lips touched her neck, soft moans escaped her lips. She instantly felt embarrassed and bit her lower lip.

"Don't hold back. I want to hear you," Robart said to her and pressed his lips back on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Robart wanted to feel her naked body under him, trembling with need for him. His hands went at the back of the dress, undoing the buttons. All the while, his mouth never left the soft skin of her neck.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Ayla asked.

Robart lifted his face, looking at her, while his fingers pushed the dress down her chest, revealing her undergarment. He brushed the tip of his fingers on top of her soft cheek, sending goosebumps all over her body.

"You already know what's going to happen. Relax," he said before capturing her mouth in another kiss.

But Ayla didn't know. The words of her nanny sang in her head, 'Whatever her husband does to you in the bedroom, you have to keep quiet and endure.' She remembered last night and how he made her stand naked before him. Perhaps this is what Robart wants. But she was too embarrassed.

Robart lowered Ayla on the bed, caught the hem of her dress, and with a strong pull, he took it off her body. He looked at her body with hungry eyes, imagining her with her long legs spread open while he was buried deep inside her body. He reached for her undergarments, wanting to have Ayla fully naked before him.

"My dress. Give it back!" Ayla said, her face burning red.

Robart met her eyes. Do people in Myrthana do it with their clothes on? They have very strange ways there, but Ayla was now a bride of Nordmar, and Robart will fuck her his way.

"No! I don't know your strange ways and do not wish to know them. You are now in Nordmar, and I will have you naked when I make you mine," Robart said impatiently.

"Make me yours?"

Robart looked into her confused eyes. He did not understand her confusion. Unless...

"You do know what you have to do, don't you?" he asked.

"No," she whispered, feeling even the tip of her ears burning in shame.

No one told her what happened between a couple, and she felt very ashamed because of this.

Robart muttered some curses under his breath. He did not expect that she would be so clueless about men and women and lovemaking.

"I will show you what you have to do. First, I will get you naked," Robart said, and before Ayla could say anything, he stripped her naked.

She tried to cover herself with her hands, but he grabbed her hands, stopping her.

"You will never hide your body from me. I like seeing you like this. You are very beautiful," Robart said and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss.

While his tongue danced in her mouth, his hand covered a breast. Ayla liked the sensation of his big hand on her breast. Her hands went to his shoulder, her fingers biting into his flesh.

Robart groaned while his mouth traveled from Ayla's mouth to her collarbone. He licked and nibbled her skin while she whimpered. The feel of his mouth on her body and Robart's big hand massaging her breast sent sparks of pleasure all over her body. When thumb circled her nipple with his thumb, and Ayla moaned loud.

"You drive me crazy with those sounds you make," Robart said.

Ayla moaned even louder when his mouth was kissing the valley between her breasts. Robart's lips barely touch her skin, feeling like butterfly wings were touching her. She closed her eyes, feeling his mouth getting closer to her nipple. His tongue drawn circles around the little pink nipple, sending strange sensations around her body.

"Uh, hey, wait, stop that," she said.

Ayla gave a little cry when he started sucking hard on her nipple. She tried pushing his head, but he sucked even harder while he grabbed her waist, pinning her to the bed.

"Hey, wait."

"Not hey. My name is Robart. Say it," he said, looking at her.

"Just..."

"Say my name," Robart insisted.

"Robart," she whispered.

He grunted, and the next second he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored every part of her sweet mouth while his hand moved to her most intimate place.

Ayla tried squeezing her legs, but it was too late, Robart was already stroking her little nub of pleasure. She couldn't do anything else than to stay there and to accept his touch while his mouth was back on this breast, sucking her nipple. Bubbles of pleasure started adding in the lower of her stomach while his fingers moved even faster between her legs. She bucked under his touch.

"Fuck, you are so wet," Robart said.

'What is he doing to me?' Ayla asked herself.

She bucked even more when a strange sensation got ahold of her, and something exploded inside of her, making her legs quiver.

"Ahh."

Robart hugged her body and kissed her forehead, waiting for her orgasm to fade away.

"It felt good, didn't it?" Robart asked Ayla.

She bit her tongue, too embarrassed to say anything.

When Ayla didn't say anything, Robart started touching her again. He circled her clit with his fingers, sending waves of pleasure all over her body. Soon Ayla was bucking under his touches.

"This is too much," she whimpered.

"It is alright," Robart said and kissed her gently.

Soon another orgasm made her legs quiver.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you. I don't think I can wait anymore," he grunted.

Robart yanked his tunic off, throwing it on the floor, followed by his trousers.