Page 157 of Laird of Steel
She sighed, squeezing her eyes tight.
“I love your breasts,” he murmured. The beast in his braies roared as he stroked her soft flesh, thumbing her rosy nipples to life. “So ripe. So sweet. So succulent.”
He lowered his head to taste her luscious skin, licking circles around each taut bud.
She gasped and clenched her fists in his hair.
Taking care with her wound, he eased her leine down over her hips, letting it pool on the floor. For a moment, he could only stare at her in wonder.
How had this perfect woman have been under his eye all this time? How had he not seen her? How had he not pledged her his troth four years ago when they’d first met?
Then he swept her off her feet and placed her gently atop the pallet.
He took off her slippers and peeled off her stockings.
“I love your feet,” he said, rubbing her arches. “The way you stand on tiptoe to kiss me.” He grinned. “The way they sometimes kick my arse.”
She giggled.
But when he moved his hands languorously up her calves, she stopped laughing.
“I love your legs,” he said, grazing the back of her knees and making her arch up with pleasure. “So long. So strong.” He moved his palms up her silken thighs, murmuring, “I love the way they wrap around me when we’re making love.”
Merraid moaned. She could endure no more. There was a throbbing ache between her thighs. An ache that demanded relief.
But he wasn’t going to give it to her. Not yet.
Instead, he blew a gentle breath upon her curls. A warm breath that made her quiver.
“Do you like that?”
She nodded.
He flattened his hands on her thighs and nudged them apart.
She bit her lip. She felt so vulnerable.
But this wasn’t a battle. There was no need to protect herself. It was safe to let him have his way with her.
Between the tender touches of his fingers and the agile dance of his tongue, she was lifted to a dizzying height of passion at a pace that took her breath away. When she erupted in spasms of joy, she felt thoroughly replete and cherished.
As she lay dazed in the aftermath, her satisfaction lasted only a short while.
Her beloved husband was staring down at her with such adoration and wonder, she couldn’t resist him for long.
“Come to me, husband.”
He needed no further encouragement.
Taking off his hauberk was the work of a moment. She licked her lips at the sight of his broad and muscular chest. When he dropped his braies, she could see he was aroused and ready.
Their joining was heavenly. Enchanting. Unifying.
She took his eager cock inside her, welcoming him in her wet embrace. Together they traveled through a sensual landscape of delights. Stealing through a quiet wood. Swimming in a rolling sea. Galloping hard across a rocky hill. And finally soaring high above the clouds.
There they discovered a beautiful release in each other’s arms, tumbling gracefully back to earth.
Spent, they nestled in silence for a long time. But there was something Merraid wanted to tell him. Something she’d put off for days now.
