Not yet? Her hands dug into the silky pallet as his tongue caressed her folds, nudging her toward yet another release. She was half-crying, desperate for him.
“Ewan, enough of this. I need you.” Her very skin burned for him, her body craving the joining.
Ewan rolled over to his back, raising her body above his until she straddled him. “I am yours to command, Honora.”
He guided her onto his hard length, and like a dagger meeting its sheath, she slid down upon him. It didn’t hurt, but her body still had to adjust to his size.
She wasn’t used to this, being in command. From the dazed expression on his face, she gathered that he was fighting his instincts, barely in control of himself. Gently, she raised herself up, then lowered her hips again, taking him deep inside.
The answering growl from his throat gave her confidence. Again she moved, and the sensation of him filling her was starting to become sensual.
He moved his hips in counterpoint to her rhythm, penetrating gently, but in such a way that it was like a caress.
“Faster,a ghrá,“ he urged. His voice, like rough velvet, commanded her to seek out the pleasure he offered. She experimented with a quicker pace, and a shudder flooded through her as she took him deep inside, her body trembling with each thrust.
Ewan reached up to fondle her breasts. With his thumbs, he rubbed the hardened tips, moving faster as she arched against him.
“More,” he ordered, grasping her hips. He pulled her body hard against his, and she gasped at the violent bliss that surrounded their joining. “Ride me.”
She did, her hips slapping against his until the fist of pleasure caught her in the gut, spilling over until her inner muscles spasmed around his length.
It was then that he lost his control. Shoving her to her back, he lifted her legs around his waist. Grinding his hips, he plunged deep inside, pounding until she jerked back, straining hard until everything melted into a blinding pool of ecstasy.
She closed her eyes, feeling the rock hard length of him sheathed deep inside. Instead of resisting, she welcomed it. Another unexpected climax overtook her, and she clung to him in desperate surrender.
Ewan groaned, thrusting once more until he lay motionless upon her body. A moment later, his mouth pressed lazy kisses against her throat, his body still joined with hers.
She held him close, utterly exhausted, and yet not wanting him to move at all. This, this was what she’d been missing with Ranulf. Her husband had never taken the time to caress her or teach her anything. It was an awakening she’d never expected.
Honora ran her fingers down his back, over the lean, muscled hips, learning his body.
“Are you all right?” he mumbled against her skin. He hadn’t stopped touching her, his hands stroking every part of her he could reach.
Honora shivered, her body suddenly cold. Ewan rolled to his side, withdrawing from her body. Outside, she heard the rolling of thunder and the sound of rain. She sat up and reached for her gown. Ewan stopped her. “Leave it. I want to sleep beside you, my skin against yours.”
She dropped the shift, settling back against him. “You’ll have to keep me warm, then.”
“That will not be a problem,a ghrá.“ He pulled her against him, pulling his cloak atop their naked bodies.
“What are we going to do about John’s men?” she whispered. She could imagine his men, gathered in wait for the dawn. Their chances of escape were minimal. “What if they find us?”
“I won’t let them take you.” His arms tightened around her. “No matter what happens.”
Thenextmorn,Honoradressed in the dim light of the dying fire, moving quietly so as not to awaken Ewan. She’d slept badly, worrying about John and his men. If they left the cave, they would be exposed. And she couldn’t let herself be taken back to Ceredys. Not until she’d gathered her own army against John.
Worry settled in her stomach, taking root. She sat down upon a large stone, watching Ewan sleep. It was then that she noticed his feet. Blisters and matted blood covered the soles.
He’d not said a word about his discomfort. It was from all the running yesterday, and she could only imagine the pain of it.
Ewan’s eyes flickered open, and he saw her staring. “What is it?”
“Your feet. You should have told me, and I’d have tended them.”
“They’ll be fine. It’s nothing.”
She winced when he stood upon the sand, imagining the abrasion of the granules against his flesh. “At least let me bind them for you.”
“I’ve my shoes. It’s enough.” He reached out and donned his clothing and footwear, and as he covered up his body, she blushed. He’d made love to her twice more that night, and from the heated look upon his face, he was contemplating another round.
