He pushed harder, hearing her whine and plead, but not making sense of her words. Her tight muscles tried to repel him, but he gave one more shove and was inside, her tight passage clenching hard. Slowly, he continued to move deeper, but knew he would not last long.
Her high-pitched cries urged him on, and he moved gingerly within her. She shrieked, trying to squirm away, but the motion only impaled him deeper in her warmth. He used his free hand to stroke her back soothingly, glancing down at her tear-streaked face.
He stilled his movements. "Gillian, be calm. You will find pleasure in this if only you would obey."
"'Tis hard to be calm with your cock up my arse, you pig-headed oaf!"
He chuckled. "Very well, then."
He resumed his leisurely pace, enjoying each clench of her muscles. He reached under her and found her clit, and tickled it. Her moans took on a different sound then, hot and full of need. He continued to torment her with the twin sensations, stroking in and out while he circled and flicked at her clit. Her entire body trembled violently beneath him.
His head seemed to float far above his body, the pleasure running through him so intense it stole not only his breath, but his wits. With every squeeze of her clit, Gillian's arse clenched nicely around him, the pleasure lunging higher. She moaned and cried, and he thought she begged, but couldn't be sure. The lust had hold of him and he didn't want to relinquish its fierce grip.
He stroked her sex, sliding two fingers up into her pussy while his thumb continued its teasing dance aroundher clit. To his surprise, she actually pushed back toward him, driving his cock and fingers deeper inside. Her harsh pants mingled with his. She continued to move with him, her voice and body urging him on. No longer able to resist, his balls tightened, moments before his seed erupted with force. Beneath him, his wife's body rippled and clenched, a keening wail coming from deep within her. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, even as he pulled his softening dick from her body. Another fierce trembling and sharp cry erupted and she came again on his hand, soaking him. He eased away and rolled her to her back.
Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand and licked her juices from his fingers. A shudder ran through her and she sucked in a deep breath, desire darkening her eyes to a deep purple, the color of the night sky just before the dawn. His cock stirred once more, but he ignored it as he pulled her up. He turned her and cut the sash holding her wrists together. When she moved to face him, he pushed her back to the bed.
"We are not done yet."
She rolled, scooting away from him, but he read the eagerness in her gaze. Her full lips, swollen with passion, curved into a sly smile. He crawled up along her passion-slicked body, pinning her against the headboard, relishing the way her breasts rubbed against his chest with each of her shuddering breaths.
"You'll not escape me that easily, wife."
He lowered his head and took her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her arms wrapped tight around him and she opened her legs in invitation.
Chapter Thirteen
Royce rode beside Edward as they made their way through the forests. He and the king were far enough ahead to be out of earshot of the other men. Good. He wanted no one to hear, not even Burke.
"I don't believe Gillian is the traitor, Sire."
Edward nodded. "I suspect you are right."
"If she had anything to tell, she would have by now as I ... excuse me?"
"I believe you, Panther. While I harbored some suspicion after the rebels claimed her, I quickly realized she was not in league with them."
"Why did you not tell me?" A bitter annoyance, one he often felt with Edward's sometimes illogical decisions, roused anew. This time, a strange panic also lurked in his thoughts.
"I am telling you now."
A recollection of Gillian's angry tirade after he'd chained her in the kitchens rose in his thoughts. She'd called names he'd heard many times, though the ones he'd not recognized roused amusement. The way she'd hurled several cooking pots at his head when he'd left ensured a later punishment, though he suspected 'twas half the reason she'd done so to begin with. His wife had admitted liking the torment he inflicted upon her.
"Gillian will be pleased to know she is no longer under suspicion."
"You must not tell her."
"Why not?"
"I would not have her give the brother any reason to think he is beyond suspicion. You are watching him when he is not with us?"
Royce nodded. "I've set men to the task. He remainsunaware."
Edward nodded. "Good. We depart for Shrewsbury within a few days. I hope the threat from Lyndon is soon quelled. Parliament convenes and there is still the matter of the trial. I'll have no challenges to the sentence."
The last Welsh prince languished in captivity in Shrewsbury, waiting to likely be put to death. Daffyd had been unsuccessful in his attempt to overthrow the king, as Godwin would be.
If they ever found him.
