He takes her hard

With a groan of surrender Adam lifted Winlay and pressed her firmly onto her back on the smooth cool table. Winlay sighed in relief knowing that the moment had finally come. She was surprised however when instead of carefully covering her body with his like before, Adam remained on his feet and pulled her legs from behind him placing them on his shoulders as he moved closer. There was no tenderness or loving in his face as he positioned himself against her slick entrance. If anything, Adam looked fiercely angry as he pushed the hard head of his manhood just into her sex, but by now it was too late to plead for a reprieve. It was clear from his determined look that nothing Winlay could say would break his resolve this time. Not that Winlay wanted to stop him, she had begged him to take her, and so she gritted her teeth and waited for the moment she thought she’d never have once she committed herself to the Church.

Even though she knew in theory what to expect, the pain was worse than Winlay expected when Adam slammed into her like a man possessed. She wanted to be strong for him but she cried out in pain and her back arched in protest as he claimed her. In his single minded passion Adam did not appear to care and in spite of her best intentions Winlay found herself wiggling desperately to pull free of his invading member, it was useless. With Adam’s arms wrapped around her thighs she could not get even a centimeter of relief and his next push filled her so completely that she thought her eyes would pop from her head. The second thrust hurt nearly as much as the actual moment of deflowering, but she was ready for it and her cry of pain wasn’t as loud or sharp as her first.

Adam sighed in relief and Winlay thought that perhaps he’d pause for a moment and let her become accustomed to his length and girth. However almost at once he began to push in and out of her tightly stretched sheath. His face was hard and distant as he took her, and for a moment it seemed to Winlay almost like he was punishing her with his cock. Adam showed none of the gentleness she had come to love in him, instead he pushed in and out of her in hard fast strokes that made her whimper softly each time he slammed into her thighs. In spite of the pain, or maybe even because of it, Winlay began to respond to the feelings that were building within her.

She was a woman! She was a sexually desirable woman, and Adam had forsaken his vows because of her. And now he was flapping her - she hardly ever used that word, but there was no doubt it was appropriate in this case. This was not love-making, this was all out sexual passion, and Winlay found she loved it.

It was wrong. Hell, the whole thing was wrong; from Beldan’s **** of trusting initiates to the corruption and immorality of the Church’s own Templars, to her forsaking of her vows and Adam of his; every bit of this was wrong. But Winlay knew in her heart that it was also perfect. Later she hoped, she and Adam would make love with the tenderness and respect they shared, but for right now Adam had to have this, and she wanted whatever Adam needed. Winlay could sense that Adam was getting close, how she knew this was a mystery to her but some part of her newly discovered womanhood could tell that Adam couldn’t last much longer. She squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft as it moved in and out. It hurt, but she could see Adam respond to the new sensation, each thrust was faster and harder and he was now pausing for a second at the deepest point, Winlay timed her squeezing to coincide with these pauses and that was all it took to make him explode.

Winlay felt the rush of warmth inside her and she smiled in satisfaction as an exhausted Adam collapsed onto her pinning her body to the tabletop with his muscular torso. She could still feel his girth filling her and she was sore over every millimeter of her body (both inside and out) but she was happy, because she knew that she had pleased Adam in a profound way.

“I’m sorry Winlay.” Adam said nearly a minute later.

“It’s OK.” She gasped and Adam lifted his weight off of her chest as he realized how heavy he must be on her. Winlay saw the loving tenderness now, his face showed every nuance of guilt, caring and wonder at their coupling.

“I’m so sorry Winlay,” Adam repeated as he wiped a tear from her cheek. “I thought I’d be able to control myself, but it was just too much.” She could see the guilt tearing at him and maybe fear that she’d never forgive him for what he did, Winlay’s heart melted and she smiled boldly at him in an attempt to ease his concerns.

“I’m not at all sorry.” Winlay replied meaning every word and Adam stared at her in surprise and relief. Winlay tucked a hanging tendril of hair behind his ear caressing his face as she did marveling at how much she loved this man she had just met for the first time today.

“I hurt you.” Adam stated as he rolled to her side, pulling his still firm cock from her sex leaving her feeling empty in a way she never even knew she could.

“A little.” She admitted, it had hurt a lot really, but there was no point in dwelling on it. She could see guilt on his face and so she quickly added “But it was worth it, Adam.” She could see him struggling to believe her “Really, it was amazing.” And it was amazing. Her nipple still throbbed, and she was so sore between her thighs that she was sure to walk with a limp for the next few days, but it was a memory she’d never forget and looked forward to repeating sometime soon.

“What if you become pregnant?” Adam suddenly asked and Winlay suddenly realized she hadn’t even considered the possibility. She made a mental calculation of her cycle and decided that it was possible but not likely.

“Then I’ll give birth to your handsome son, and love him for the rest of my life.” Winlay told Adam almost regretting that she was not at her most fertile part of her cycle.

“And what if you have a daughter, as beautiful as you?” Adam asked and Winlay smiled at his compliment about her appearence, the first one he had ever spoken aloud.

“I’d love her too.” Winlay sighed and then added with a hint of excitement “Can we call her Mika?” Something troubling flickered across Adam’s face and he sat up with a start pulling away from Winlay who felt chilled even though the apartment was a steamy as ever.

“I have to get back. We've been away for too long." Adam explained as he reached for his clothes. As he dressed he hesitantly added “Maybe it would be better if we didn’t tell Mika about this yet.” Winlay couldn’t figure out what was bothering Adam, but she sensed that something had changed. She hadn't decided if she was going to share what happened with Mika, but when Adam said that she couldn't help but wonder if he was ashamed of what transpired.

“Adam?” She began tentatively.

“Yes?” His answer was definitely defensive.

“Are you mad at me?” Winlay asked wondering what she said that had spoiled the mood. Adam smiled ruefully and gently caressed her cheek with his fingers before answering. Reassured she decided that telling Mika might well be a mistake, at least until they were out of this cramped suite of rooms even before Adam tried to explain.

“No Winlay, I’m a little mad at myself maybe.” He admitted “But never at you, Winlay. Never at you.” Winlay felt a surge of relief at his words. After everything that they had shared today, Winlay couldn’t bear to think that it had been a mistake.

“I should wash up.” She said and pointed to the thin trickle of blood and semen that had dribbled down her thigh. Adam responded simply by pulling her into his arms and kissing her with renewed passion. This time, his tongue was gentle as it slid past her teeth but there was no doubt about how he felt about her. Winlay wished she could stay cradled in his arms forever.

"I wish I could join you." Adam whispered as he slowly freed her. Winlay wondered what that would be like. To wash Adam and feel his hands lathering soap onto her skin, she wondered how soon it would be before they could sneak into the washroom to try.

“I have to check on the others.” Adam said and pulled his shirt over his head, picked up his sword belt and stepped to the door leaving Winlay alone with her thoughts.