Insanely!

His chuckled. Pulling her up and capturing her lips, kissing her roughly once more.

"Ahh!"

He only pulled away from her mouth when he let her breath, before capturing her lips again, he kissed her slowly this time. This made her frustrated, but she didn't try to take control of him.

Her hand traveled around his chest, leaving no place untouched. He pulled the lace away from the robe and untied it.

Rico's eyes watched her, and he wanted to know if she reached his expectation. He was curious and wanted to if she knew what she was doing. It was her first time, and he hadn't reached that far with her.

Her hand unties his pants and lets them out, slowly toasting them away. She had a surprised look which she tried to hide from his gaze when her hand touched his shaft.

It was big, strong and in her hand, she felt the thickness as she moved a little up before nearing his tip. He looked at her, desire evident in his eyes. He closed his eyes, she brushed her moist intimate parts against his tip. And they both gasped, Rico, let out a loud moan, feeling the heat spreading on his body.

"Please, Trina," he didn't even know his voice can sound this desperate.

She moved up, but he held her hips quickly. "I'm not going." She replied, her voice turning hoarse.

She directed the shaft deep inside her. His thick shaft fit her to her surprise. She straddled him as she relaxed with a moan. Her face flushed pink.

"I have always been fantasizing about this moment for so long…." She moved slowly and he saw his frustrated face. She smiled." It felt good in reality than in fantasy."

Trina ground her hips against his tip, he had already grown thick, and she could feel him expanding every time inside.

Her silky wet core danced on top of him. She threw her head back, feeling the sensation.

Her hips moved slowly, trying to feel relaxed as the pain fed away. She increased her pace, faster and harder.

Opening her eyes, she looked at his closed face and knew she had done it the right way. The desire and want were captured by his handsome face.

His hand on her waist helped her increase the pace. She held on to him for support, she didn't plan to fall from the bed, not now. She ground her hips as he follows the rhythm, his hips moving alongside hers.

Rico didn't expect the boldness from her, but he enjoyed this boldness. She let out a moan as she succumbed to her organism.

He did let her go as his hand increased in moving her hips. He let out a loud growl, his head falling on the pillows.

Trina fell on his chest as he secured her tightly in his arms.

"You did well," he said, placing a kiss on her cheeks. Subsequently, no one said anything, of their breath stabilized.

He pulled out of him and laid her beside him. His hand moved to her hair and removed the sweaty-covered hair from her face.

Her eyes were still closed, and she was blushing." Should we go another round," he whispered, his hot breath making her jot again?

"No."

He smiled, he wanted more, but since she was the one in control, she was worn out. Her eyelids were heavy to open up, and she immediately looses to sleep.

Rico covered her naked body and left for the bathroom. He brought a basin with cold water and a towel and wiped her body carefully.

Placing her on the sofa, he changed the sheets quickly before letting her sleep comfortably.

Rico went to the kitchen and asked a maid to prepare a bowl of soup. A nutritious one, before leaving for the arena.

***

Amon was waiting for him at the training ground. He had promised him a dual since he was the fast one to reach the mining site that day.

He had almost forgotten, but this knight always reminds him wherever his eyes landed on him.

Furthermore, he removed the sword from his hilt and take his space. The knight was the happiest person when he saw him.

Amon had waited for this day for a long time now. He was happy.

The dual was nothing more than what Amon expected. Rico taught him not just to fight or defend, but even the tricks to bring his enemies to their knees without harming himself.

Rico wanted to clear his desire out of his mind. The passion they shared earlier wasn't enough for him. He wanted more, more than just one round.

This irked him and he started attacking Amon quickly. Roughly his sword clashed with his

Amon tried to keep up with him severely, but he was tired, at last accepting defeat.

Amon didn't give Rico what he wanted, and he threw his weird on the ground.

"You what happened?" Amon asked, sitting down.

"That's none of your business, young knights," Rico replied, leaning back on the wall, he was still not satisfied with the little duel. But he looked at the worn-out man, he couldn't ask more.

"I think it has become my business since you almost killed me."

"You are still alive, what more are you complaining about?"

"I thought the king will be the craziest person when it came to dealing with swords, but you are almost on the spar with him."

"Since you are talking this much, should we take the ground once more?"

"No.no! You are still insane. I think you should wait for someone whose mind runs wild like yours."

"That's a good idea you should wait with me then." he laughed, "you will only be allowed to go when someone comes in"

Amon gritted his teeth he wished he could have not accepted this dual on this day. He had learned it the hard way.

"Is he always like this when it comes to people, I have seen him treating Lady Trina we'll, 'Aaah' this is insane?"

"You are a man, I will treat you roughly, why are you comparing yourself with a woman?"

"Did I just think that aloud!" Shouted Amon.

"Of course! How would I not know what you were thinking?"

"It's embarrassing," Amon wanted to hide on the ground.

"Yeah, especially a capable night like you." Rico found something to keep his sanity in place.

The sound of footsteps brought them back from their arguments as someone they didn't expect will come appeared.

"I should not be here," Amon started to walk backward. "These two can't be underestimated," his knees trembled the hold on his sword swayed him it felt heavier. Sweat covered his face. He looked at the man, the arena lights reflecting on him, and his body shivered.

"You want a fight?"

"He wants!" Amon replies quickly in place of Rico.

***