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quickly.
“You think it was a small price to pay to free me?”
Dawn nodded, her smile remaining strong.
“Slicing your throat is a small price?” he argued.
She gestured again.
Cree could not stop the laugh that surfaced. “I should be glad that you did not lose your voice?”
Dawn nodded, the corners of her mouth crinkling from inner laughter.
His laughter left a smile and Cree shook his head as he said, “What am I going to do with you, wife?”
Her gestures were slow and precise, leaving no doubt to what she was saying. Dawn felt her bare feet leave the floor so quickly that a gasp caught in her throat as she landed snugly in her husband’s arms, tucked against his chest.
Now I am going to show you how much I missed you.”
After lowering his wife to the bed, Cree discarded his garments with haste and rested himself over her, though only for a moment. His arm circled her waist and as he rolled to his side, he took her with him, bringing her to rest against him.
Her lips found his as soon as their faces neared and she captured his with a hunger he returned. They had been separated too long, their need now too great to do anything but satisfy it. He had never been as famished for a woman as he was for his wife at this moment. The more he kissed her, the more ravenous he grew, the more demanding his kiss. He warned himself to slow down, be gentler with her, but how does a starving man feast slowly? How does a man who thought he might never kiss his wife again, make love to her again, wake beside her in bed ever again, temper his love for her when he finally joins with her again?
This would be no slow, easy joining, at least not the first one.
He rolled her on her back with the weight of his body.
“I cannot wait,” he whispered.
Dawn nodded, patted her chest frantically, and spread her legs.
Chapter Eight
Cree silently cursed himself for lack of control especially when he slipped inside his wife and felt himself ready to come. He wanted to take his time, make her come more than once, before he did, and yet, his body betrayed him, demanding immediate release.
He warned himself to go slow, not think about how good it felt to slip in and out of her, but most of all to love her. Love her . God how he loved her. And he wanted her to feel and to know how very much he loved her.
“You are mine. You belong to me and always will.”
Dawn wrapped her legs around him and squeezed tight, letting him know that he belonged to her and she would never let him go.
He let loose with a roar. She had squeezed him so tight she had made him come and hard. And as he spilled into her, he let out another roar, driving deeper inside her and when he felt her fingers dig into his arms, he knew she was about to climax. He braced his hand on the bed and stiffened his arm to raise himself slightly above her so that he could slip his other hand between their bodies and stroke her sensitive nub.
Dawn tossed her head back and let loose with a silent scream, the climax hit her so hard. She let herself drown in its pleasure and she blessed her husband, for when she thought it done, he plunged into her again and made her come once more with just as much intensity.
They both shuddered as their climaxes drifted off and Cree brought her to rest beside him when he rolled off her.
Dawn snuggled against him, relieved he was home there beside her. With a hint of a smile, she gestured to him.
Cree laughed. “I should rest because you are not done with me yet?”
She nodded.
“We will see who needs to rest first,” he said, smiling.
They lay there quiet, wrapped around each other, both happy to be home, happy to make love again, happy the night lay ahead, and in minutes they were fast asleep.
~~~
A rap at the door broke through Cree and Dawn’s sound sleep.
“Cree, wake up, it is passed sunrise and the King’s troops approach.”
Cree shot out of bed and yelled for Sloan to enter as he grabbed his plaid and fit it around
“You think it was a small price to pay to free me?”
Dawn nodded, her smile remaining strong.
“Slicing your throat is a small price?” he argued.
She gestured again.
Cree could not stop the laugh that surfaced. “I should be glad that you did not lose your voice?”
Dawn nodded, the corners of her mouth crinkling from inner laughter.
His laughter left a smile and Cree shook his head as he said, “What am I going to do with you, wife?”
Her gestures were slow and precise, leaving no doubt to what she was saying. Dawn felt her bare feet leave the floor so quickly that a gasp caught in her throat as she landed snugly in her husband’s arms, tucked against his chest.
Now I am going to show you how much I missed you.”
After lowering his wife to the bed, Cree discarded his garments with haste and rested himself over her, though only for a moment. His arm circled her waist and as he rolled to his side, he took her with him, bringing her to rest against him.
Her lips found his as soon as their faces neared and she captured his with a hunger he returned. They had been separated too long, their need now too great to do anything but satisfy it. He had never been as famished for a woman as he was for his wife at this moment. The more he kissed her, the more ravenous he grew, the more demanding his kiss. He warned himself to slow down, be gentler with her, but how does a starving man feast slowly? How does a man who thought he might never kiss his wife again, make love to her again, wake beside her in bed ever again, temper his love for her when he finally joins with her again?
This would be no slow, easy joining, at least not the first one.
He rolled her on her back with the weight of his body.
“I cannot wait,” he whispered.
Dawn nodded, patted her chest frantically, and spread her legs.
Chapter Eight
Cree silently cursed himself for lack of control especially when he slipped inside his wife and felt himself ready to come. He wanted to take his time, make her come more than once, before he did, and yet, his body betrayed him, demanding immediate release.
He warned himself to go slow, not think about how good it felt to slip in and out of her, but most of all to love her. Love her . God how he loved her. And he wanted her to feel and to know how very much he loved her.
“You are mine. You belong to me and always will.”
Dawn wrapped her legs around him and squeezed tight, letting him know that he belonged to her and she would never let him go.
He let loose with a roar. She had squeezed him so tight she had made him come and hard. And as he spilled into her, he let out another roar, driving deeper inside her and when he felt her fingers dig into his arms, he knew she was about to climax. He braced his hand on the bed and stiffened his arm to raise himself slightly above her so that he could slip his other hand between their bodies and stroke her sensitive nub.
Dawn tossed her head back and let loose with a silent scream, the climax hit her so hard. She let herself drown in its pleasure and she blessed her husband, for when she thought it done, he plunged into her again and made her come once more with just as much intensity.
They both shuddered as their climaxes drifted off and Cree brought her to rest beside him when he rolled off her.
Dawn snuggled against him, relieved he was home there beside her. With a hint of a smile, she gestured to him.
Cree laughed. “I should rest because you are not done with me yet?”
She nodded.
“We will see who needs to rest first,” he said, smiling.
They lay there quiet, wrapped around each other, both happy to be home, happy to make love again, happy the night lay ahead, and in minutes they were fast asleep.
~~~
A rap at the door broke through Cree and Dawn’s sound sleep.
“Cree, wake up, it is passed sunrise and the King’s troops approach.”
Cree shot out of bed and yelled for Sloan to enter as he grabbed his plaid and fit it around
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