Fergus smiled.“On this night, you shall find yours first.”
“No,” she said with a flash of her eyes.“Together first.The first time as it always should be.”
She was so fierce that he did not want to disappoint her.
“It is not readily done,” Fergus had time to protest before she rolled to her side and closed her hand over his erection.The pressure was perfect, both gentle and unshakable, exactly like the lady herself.Fergus closed his eyes in pleasure, even as she caressed him through his braies, and rolled to his back.
Leila chuckled with satisfaction.She rose to her knees and cast off her chemise.Fergus could only stare at the sight of her beauty, so perfectly illuminated in the light of the candles.She unfastened his braies and flung the cloth aside, then landed atop him with delight.Fergus chuckled as he caught her close, then pushed a hand through her hair.It was as long as her shoulders now, and he wished he had seen it before she cut it off in Jerusalem.
“How long was it?”he asked, fingering its dark silk.
“To my hips.It had not been cut in years before that day.”
“Do you regret the loss?”
She gave him an intent look, her eyes sparkling in the way that so beguiled him.“Fergus, hair will grow back.It was a small sacrifice to ensure my freedom.”
“How much would you have surrendered to avoid that match?”
“Anything,” she said with such fervor that he believed her.She ran a hand over his chest and her touch gave him a thrill.“I like this,” she said, pushing her fingers through the patch of hair there.“Just a little, not too much.”Her eyes gleamed as she closed her finger and thumb around his nipple and pinched.“Just enough,” she whispered, then mimicked the way he had teased her nipple.When her teeth grazed the tight peak, Fergus found himself gasping, then felt the breath of her laughter.
“You like this,” she said, her other hand caressing his erection.
“I like you,” Fergus admitted, knowing it was true, and her eyes shone.
“Then take me, husband,” she whispered, rising to straddle him.Her hair was disheveled, her features so alight that she was irresistible.Fergus caught her around the waist and lifted her over himself, closing his eyes in rapture when he slid inside her heat.She caught her breath a little, and he paused, his hands shaking, but she smiled down at him.
“Not so much of a twinge,” she said and arched a brow, looking mischievous and delightful.“I’ve ridden too many horses, perhaps.”
Fergus smiled, then settled her atop him, the sweet power of their union flooding his body with heat.Leila moved, rising then lowering herself again, her gaze locked upon him.Fergus felt his heart clamor and had no words for the unbearable pleasure.
“Four years,” Leila whispered and moved again.
“Four years,” he agreed, hearing the tension in his voice.“I fear I will disappoint you with my haste.”
“Impossible,” she replied, easing herself down to lie upon his chest.She kissed him, even as his hands roved over her back and locked around her waist once more.“At any rate, we have more than three hundred nights to savor each other slowly.”
Fergus laughed a little.“True enough.”He ran a hand over her head, drawing her near to kiss her again.He had hoped that the kiss might temper his response that he might last longer, but Leila slipped her tongue between his teeth, her hunger for him sending fire through his veins once more.His hips began to pump, and she locked her knees around him, welcoming him and drawing him ever deeper, her ardent kiss feeding his desire.
He rolled her abruptly to her side, desperate to give her the pleasure she desired, and eased his hand between them.She might have protested, but when he touched her with his fingertip, the words died on her lips.She moaned and closed her eyes, clutching at his shoulders.Fergus felt triumphant when she quickly found her release.
Her heat clenched around him in a most beguiling way.He saw the wild flutter of her pulse at her throat and swallowed her cry of exultation as she shook in his arms.Unable to resist the temptation she offered, Fergus rolled Leila to her back and buried himself inside her with a moan of rapture.
Then Leila pulled his mouth down for a heated kiss and Fergus was lost in the splendor that was his new wife.
The consummation was far morepleasurable than Leila had anticipated.
She lay back on the great bed, holding Fergus as he caught his breath.His heart was thundering and pressed against hers.She had her fingers in his hair, his weight atop her, his breath against her neck and his heat inside her.She could not imagine a better place to be.
All too soon, he heaved a sigh, then braced his weight on his elbows to look down at her.She smiled at his evident satisfaction and liked the gleam of admiration in his eyes.
“Did you find your pleasure?”he murmured and she felt the vibration of his voice against her chest.
“Can you doubt it?”
“Nay, but it seemed polite to confirm.”
Leila laughed and Fergus rolled to his back, then sighed again.
