“That, wife of mine, is only the beginning,” her husband murmured then he ran his tongue over her tenderness oncemore.
Annelise gasped, then laughed a little. “You know my sources of pleasure better than I do,” she charged and hechuckled.
“Should a husband not do so?” He trailed kisses across her skin. He tickled her navel with his tongue but Annelise was impatient to grant him pleasure, too. She caught his head in her hands and pulled him upward. He caught the weight of her breasts in his hands and turned his attention to her nipples, teasing them with his fingers and lips until they were aching andtaut.
Annelise moaned softly as she rocked on her feet, powerless beneath his touch. The man was a sorcerer. He wove a spell to enchant her completely. He would make her a slave to the pleasure that only he had ever givenher.
And Annelise did notmind.
Indeed, she was increasingly certain that her husband bore no disfigurement at all. His hands were strong and well-formed. She felt no scar on his chest or his shoulders, and the sole thing unusual about his mouth was its unholy power to give pleasure. His legs were muscular and he possessed both ofthem.
Was it his face that was scarred? It could not be fearsomely so, not from what she had felt. He possessed both ears and they were shaped as they should be. She felt no scar upon his jaw or hischeek.
Was it hisnose?
Oneeye?
He pinched her nipple so that she gasped in pleasure then swept her into his arms. She guessed that he strode for the bed, but had no opportunity to ask for he kissed her. His tongue danced with hers, his kiss shaking her to her very marrow—as she already came to believe that every good kiss should. She felt her desire rising again, that seductive shimmer beneath her skin making her anticipate whatever would come next. They tumbled onto the mattress which was soft andthick.
Annelise landed on her back with her husband beside her. He held her fast against his side and leaned over her. If not for the darkness, she would surely have seen his face. His hand swept over her thigh, then found the spot where his caress had given her such pleasure just moments before. He eased one knee between hers, and she wrapped herself around him, wanting him to becloser.
She could not help but note that every bit of him she touched was perfectlynormal.
Then his fingers and their wicked dance obliterated all such concerns from her thoughts. Annelise felt that she was a slave to sensation and she adored it. She arched against her husband’s strength, rubbing her breasts against his chest, feeling his heart beat faster. He emanated a heat that seemed to hint at his own excitement. She pressed kisses to his chest, then grazed his shoulder with her teeth. He growled with satisfaction and she bit him a little, making him chuckle in a way that thrilledher.
He shifted her beneath him and eased between her thighs. Annelise felt a hardness against her thighs as he braced his weight above her, and wished mightily that she might be able to see him in this moment. She parted her thighs to welcome him, for theirs was an agreement made, and heard him inhalesharply.
“Annelise,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “My ladyAnnelise.”
He eased inside her, moving slowly and pausing often to kiss her temple. Annelise held on to his shoulders, waiting for the anticipated pain. She felt full and stretched, but also so very close to him. It was an intimacy beyond anything she had experienced before and one that made tears rise to her eyes. They were two become one, their flesh pressed together from shoulder to toe, their lives bound together until death did they part. Annelise lifted her hips against him, then realized he moved nodeeper.
“And that will be the worst of it,” he murmured to her, kissing her lips quickly. “How does itfeel?”
“Wondrous in a new way,” she confessed, feeling that there could be no secrets between two people who had joined thus in thenight.
“Did it nothurt?”
“Only a little, sir,” she confessed. “Will you show memore?”
“Of course, my lady. Your wish is my command.” His voice sounded taut and she wondered if he held something back to ensure her pleasure. Then he moved and she heard herself gasp aloud at the brush against that sensitive spot. She squirmed beneath him and he groaned, a most delicious sound of surrender and one Annelise wished to hear again. She locked her knees around his waist, pulling him closer, and on his next thrust, he sank more deeply inside her. Annelise tightened her arms around his neck. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and her nipples were teased by the hair on hischest.
He moved slowly, then with increasing speed. Annelise felt his pulse increase and his skin heat. She heard the rasp of his breath and felt an answering arousal within herself. They moved together, driving each other on to some crescendo she could not name but did not want toabandon.
All too soon, the heat rose furiously within her again. He rubbed against her and Annelise cried out in pleasure. She knew that her nails tore into his back as she arched against him and found her release oncemore.
“Sir!” she cried, feeling she had betrayed himsomehow.
But her husband roared with a pleasure that could not be feigned. He reared back, clutching her buttocks tightly as the heat of his seed poured into her. He was strong and taut, a perfect warrior in every way, and his release made Annelise feel that they had tasted magictogether.
“Oh!” she said softly and heard himchuckle.
He rolled to one side, landing on the mattress beside her, and held her fast against his side. “Oh!” he mimicked, then kissed hertemple.
“Did I do what I should?” sheasked.
“You were perfection itself, my Annelise,” he said, satisfaction resonating in his tone. He brushed the hair back from her face with his fingertips, and she wondered if he could see in the darkness for his touch was unerring. “Did I do what Ishould?”
“I am not certain, but it was quite a marvel,” she admitted and helaughed.
