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nervous child. He bent his knee to climb onto the mattress, but she held up her hand. Surely she wouldn’t deny him now?
She fluttered her eyelashes. “Won’t you disrobe first?”
He opened his mouth to reply. The flames reflected the devilment in her eyes. She was teasing him! She wanted to see his body as much as he longed to see hers. He undid the tie at his waist and let the silk garment slide with a slow whisper from his body. Glain licked her lips and gaped. The colour drained from her face.
I’ve frightened her.
He leapt onto the bed and gathered her into his arms. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I know I’m big, but I’ll make you ready for me. I swear.”
She looked up at him. “I’m not afraid, Rhun. I’m ready for you.”
He regretted she would never wear the beautiful nightrail again after he tore it from her body, but her words inflamed him to such a degree, he couldn’t stop. “ Fy Nuw ! Glain, I love you so much.”
He brushed his lips over hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of the Montbryce apple brandy Baudoin and Carys had brought as a gift. She twirled her tongue around his and he sucked it into his mouth. Every inch of his flesh tingled.
She gasped and arched her back as he turned his attention to suckling her nipples, one after the other, like a starving child. She smelled sweet and wholesome. He savoured the firmness of her breasts, the smoothness of her skin. Though he had fondled her before, and felt her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her dresses, he had never seen her naked. “I have longed to behold your breasts, to take them in my mouth and suck. Are my fingers too rough?” He flicked his tongue over one of the taut points.
Glain raked her fingers through his hair. “No. It feels good. It does funny things to my insides.”
“Mine too!”
She has no idea!
Glain suddenly dug her nails into his scalp and her breathing became laboured. A moment later she called out his name over and over, thrusting her hips towards him. The musky scent of female arousal wafted into his flared nostrils, eliciting a low growl from his throat. He ran his fingers through the curls at her mons then over her swollen nether lips. She had released though he had not yet touched her most intimate place. Wet warmth pooled on his fingers. He touched a fingertip to her engorged bud. She arched again and a guttural cry escaped her lips.
She had already parted her legs. He could wait no longer. Rising above her, he guided the end of his tarse to her opening, his heart beating wildly. The urge to penetrate her was overwhelming. If he wasn’t quick, he would come before he got inside her. She opened her eyes and touched his shaft with her delicate, healing fingers. The lust on her face swept away like chaff on the wind any good intentions he’d had of entering her slowly. He closed his eyes and plunged into the tight pulsating wetness of his wife’s sheath. If anyone still in the neuadd had not heard his shout of joy, he would be surprised.
A question forced its way into the rhythmic pounding. Had he hurt her? He opened his eyes. She was smiling, eyes glazed with passion. Her hips urged him to drive deeper. He lifted her legs to his chest and curled his arms around her calves at the side of his head. He opened his mouth to tell her he was coming, but no sound emerged.
She reached up and put her hands on either side of his face. “Fill me, Rhun. I am greedy for you.”
Her mouth fell open. She thrust back her head. He wished for a tongue long enough to lick her slender neck and thirsted to bite her throat exposed for him. The long, low keening sound she made sent him tumbling over the edge. His essence burst forth deep inside as she cried out his name again. They were one at last. His aim had been true.
***
The logs shifting in the grate as the flames consumed them brought Glain back to the world. She was deliciously sticky where their bodies had joined. Rhun lay
She fluttered her eyelashes. “Won’t you disrobe first?”
He opened his mouth to reply. The flames reflected the devilment in her eyes. She was teasing him! She wanted to see his body as much as he longed to see hers. He undid the tie at his waist and let the silk garment slide with a slow whisper from his body. Glain licked her lips and gaped. The colour drained from her face.
I’ve frightened her.
He leapt onto the bed and gathered her into his arms. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I know I’m big, but I’ll make you ready for me. I swear.”
She looked up at him. “I’m not afraid, Rhun. I’m ready for you.”
He regretted she would never wear the beautiful nightrail again after he tore it from her body, but her words inflamed him to such a degree, he couldn’t stop. “ Fy Nuw ! Glain, I love you so much.”
He brushed his lips over hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of the Montbryce apple brandy Baudoin and Carys had brought as a gift. She twirled her tongue around his and he sucked it into his mouth. Every inch of his flesh tingled.
She gasped and arched her back as he turned his attention to suckling her nipples, one after the other, like a starving child. She smelled sweet and wholesome. He savoured the firmness of her breasts, the smoothness of her skin. Though he had fondled her before, and felt her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her dresses, he had never seen her naked. “I have longed to behold your breasts, to take them in my mouth and suck. Are my fingers too rough?” He flicked his tongue over one of the taut points.
Glain raked her fingers through his hair. “No. It feels good. It does funny things to my insides.”
“Mine too!”
She has no idea!
Glain suddenly dug her nails into his scalp and her breathing became laboured. A moment later she called out his name over and over, thrusting her hips towards him. The musky scent of female arousal wafted into his flared nostrils, eliciting a low growl from his throat. He ran his fingers through the curls at her mons then over her swollen nether lips. She had released though he had not yet touched her most intimate place. Wet warmth pooled on his fingers. He touched a fingertip to her engorged bud. She arched again and a guttural cry escaped her lips.
She had already parted her legs. He could wait no longer. Rising above her, he guided the end of his tarse to her opening, his heart beating wildly. The urge to penetrate her was overwhelming. If he wasn’t quick, he would come before he got inside her. She opened her eyes and touched his shaft with her delicate, healing fingers. The lust on her face swept away like chaff on the wind any good intentions he’d had of entering her slowly. He closed his eyes and plunged into the tight pulsating wetness of his wife’s sheath. If anyone still in the neuadd had not heard his shout of joy, he would be surprised.
A question forced its way into the rhythmic pounding. Had he hurt her? He opened his eyes. She was smiling, eyes glazed with passion. Her hips urged him to drive deeper. He lifted her legs to his chest and curled his arms around her calves at the side of his head. He opened his mouth to tell her he was coming, but no sound emerged.
She reached up and put her hands on either side of his face. “Fill me, Rhun. I am greedy for you.”
Her mouth fell open. She thrust back her head. He wished for a tongue long enough to lick her slender neck and thirsted to bite her throat exposed for him. The long, low keening sound she made sent him tumbling over the edge. His essence burst forth deep inside as she cried out his name again. They were one at last. His aim had been true.
***
The logs shifting in the grate as the flames consumed them brought Glain back to the world. She was deliciously sticky where their bodies had joined. Rhun lay
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