“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just touch me, my love,” he rasped.
She palmed his shoulders and chest, from her slightly parted lips and the subtle shift in her smile, he could tell she liked the contact as much as he did. She raked his tight pectorals and abdomen with her fingernails. The pleasure so agonizingly sweet, he would die a thousand deaths to feel her. She sparked his already aroused and barely restrained body. A savage part of him took pleasure in the pain as her fingernails dug a little deeper.
Slade held her hips above his and positioned himself at her opening holding his breath while his heart pummeled his rib cage like a wild animal. His breath rushed in and out of his nostrils even as control threatened to slip.
She eyed him, sensing his hesitation. “It’s all right,” she whispered, her breathing coming as fast as his.
With painstaking slowness, he inserted himself halfway into her wet, inviting heat, the pleasure indescribable. His hips roared for him to thrust. But he stilled, feeling the sweat forming on his brows, letting her get used to his size. His need to protect her from pain was stronger than his own urgent lust. He dared not move, he dared not breathe, his eyes searching hers for signs of discomfort.
“My sweet?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
Before he could act, she took control and moved, tentatively at first, then fully impaling her body with his.
“Dear, God,” he growled, shocked and breathless, at the pleasure of being fully inside her, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
Their fit was glorious. Perfect.
Her lips parted as if registering their connection. Then a slow smile lifted the corners of her sweet mouth. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen as she discovered her own pleasure. He couldn’t speak, his body burned yet momentarily frozen, struck by the sheer awe of her.
The pleasure aglow in her half-lidded gaze confirmed he wasn’t ruining this. Slade grinned. His fear of hurting her dissipated.
He carefully and meticulously rocked his pelvis back and forth.
“Oh. My.” Her whisper was hoarse, her eyelids lifted with disbelief, and astonishment, and her little smile signaling a bit of excited devilry. Encouraged, he increased his thrusts. Tentatively at first, then more surely. His pleasure increased exponentially when Fifi started to move as well.
He’d never been this aroused or held himself back this much. But it was glorious, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. The pressure at the base of his spine had reached excruciating proportions, yet he maintained his pace, sacrificing his own need for release for her pleasure. He learned what angles and thrusts pleased her by the erotic moans and little hitches in her breath.
He held her sultry, half-lidded gaze as his hand slipped between their bodies to thumb her sensitive spot. The male pride inside him wanted her addicted to the pleasures he could give her. He slowly and methodically paid homage to her quim, raising his upper body to take her mouth in a slow seductive and possessive kiss.
Then it happened. His brain and body suspended its pleasure as her moans turned louder. Her core squeezed his shaft with a staggering grip. As she found her release, his own thrusts turned hard and erratic. Slade saw stars when his own climax came. He danced weightless among unchartered constellations for endless seconds as heat rushed out of him and his seed spilled into her.
CHAPTER 60
Sometime later, Slade and Fifi lay on his discarded clothes near the fire, he on his back and Fifi on her side. The way she was snuggled next to him was adorable, her head on his chest and one of her legs sprawled across his thighs. One arm lazily encircled her waist, while his other hand gently flexed a particularly bouncy curl of her gloriously disheveled mane, which spilled over his upper body.
Fifi’s unguarded posture warmed his heart. “I like seeing you so at ease. It’s quite a contrast to our wedding night,” he said in a soft and slightly amused tone.
She lifted her head, sending him a smile he could only describe as intimate. “My body realized what my heart already knew,” she said.
“What did your body realize?” he asked, curious.
“It can trust you.”
The immensity of her revelation struck him, given what she’d suffered. It made his chest squeeze tight with an achingly sweet warmth.
He lifted his head and kissed her forehead, inhaling her familiar scent. “When I first encountered you at the manor, Iwondered why you weren’t married yet with bairns of your own,” he said.
Slade was about to add he now understood why, when she spoke.
“After Ross’s attack, I vowed never to marry. But now I think perhaps … I just hadn’t found the right man, until you came back into my life,” she said.
“Oh, my sweet love,” he whispered. A jolt of warmth squeezed Slade’s insides.
He moved on top of her, bracing his weight on one arm, so as not to crush her. He captured her lips in a slow, melting kiss. Her body’s response was immediate. She threw her arms around him, pulling him further down.
And as his body hardened again and he proceeded to seduce his wife a second time, Slade reveled in one indisputable fact. They had conquered Fifi’s fears.
At dawn the next day, after they ate the dried food from their saddle bags, they set out under a pale sun for Saint Mary’s Church.
