Page 89 of Magic Touch
His eyes are full of fear and worry. "If I am not of the light, I want to be bound. I never want to harm anyone again. I'll protect you with my life. I'll fight whatever evil tries to harm the coven, but for me, there can be no joy in war. I'm not the man I was before I went to France. That man gloried in fighting for his country. He was young and foolish. Death has a way of rooting out the glory of war. We do what we must to protect what and who we love. I love you, my family here in this house, and England. I protect the coven because they protect the king."
"You needn't look like I'll disapprove, William. I know who you are." I cup his cheek and lean in to kiss his lips.
His shoulders relax. "I'm so tired, Esme. Can we make love until my mind is blank and no vision of evil invades my dreams, then fall asleep in a tangle of arms and legs?"
My body tingles with desire at the image he paints. "I would love nothing more."
He slips the bow of my front facing laces before pulling them free and tugging my dress over my hips. Tracing kisses along the curve of my breast, pressed up over the edge of my chemise, his mouth makes an entirely different kind of magic. The stays are also front facing for my ease and he works them free, letting the boned fabric fall to the floor. Two ribbons at my shoulders are all he needs to pull to release my thin chemise, but he sucks one taut nipple through the fabric.
Not even the blaze in the hearth can stop my shiver of delight as he nips the sensitive peak. "William, why am I in such need of you all the time?"
Standing, he pulls the chemise over my head, and I sit on the side of the bed.
Simon jumps away to find someplace less active to sleep.
Once William has removed my boots and stockings, he stares down at my naked body. When his gaze meets mine, he shakes his head. "I know not, my love. Only that you are everything to me. I shall love you all the days of my life and those lives that come after. No other soul can ever speak to me as yours does."
"If that is so, I shall never fear death, only life without you beside me." I reach for him, and he covers me.
His kiss is deep and filled with passion and desperation. His lips devour mine, and his tongue makes love to my mouth, pushing my desire higher.
I know he would pull away and undress, but I use magic to release the fall of his breeches, grab his bottom with both hands, and pull him inside me. I cry his name.
He's still. "Esme." His voice is like a sigh.
Open to his mind, I feel his desire to move, and his hesitance to go too fast. I lift my hips a fraction to take more of him inside. "We can go slow next time."
It's all the encouragement he needs, and he pounds into me. My body burns with need for more as I wrap my legs around his hips. Every thrust slides along my sensitive bud, and I can't contain the cries that roll from my mouth in cadence with our lovemaking.
It's hard to hold back my pleasure. Magic tingles over my skin.
William holds himself on his forearms, yet I feel the touch of his magic between my legs along with his shaft inside me.
"Dear Goddess, William." My body clenches around him as I topple into ecstasy. Pleasure rolls through me, and as he fills me, the sensation heightens again and again.
He's going to pull out. I can hear the hesitance in his mind.
I want all of him, so I clutch him with my legs, my heels digging into his backside to keep him deep inside me as he spends himself on a long keen.
"I couldn't bear to have you spend between us this night. Are you angry?" I'm still clutching him as if he might escape or disappear.
Collapsed with his head on my chest, he tips his chin up to kiss me. "Coming within your perfect body could never make me angry, love. I only worry that a child of our making will have much to conquer."
"You will marry me?" I don't know why I worry now. I know his heart. Nothing will ever tear him from me. Even Goddess confirms his loyalty. Still, I need to hear him say it.
"Tomorrow, if you wish." His grin is full of joy, and his cock grows hard again inside me.
"Right now is not too soon." I lift my hips, wanting all he has to give.
Pushing up, he slides out, and I groan my displeasure.
With his eyes narrowed and his lips in a straight line, his look is the nearest to scolding he's ever given me. "I'll remove my clothes and not be bullied into bedding you fully dressed a second time."
With a girlish giggle, I hold up my hands in defeat. "As you wish, Sir William."
Eyebrow raised, he stands over me with his fists on his hips. His mouth turns up in a wicked smile. Then his eyes close and his clothes vanish, leaving him completely naked.
There's an annoyed cry from the chair in the corner where the clothes landed on Simon.
