The lingering bliss of her so sweet upon his lips. Her earthy sensuality, so warm and roused, fanning the flames inside him, flooding his senses with each drawn breath.
He came awake at once - and found his lady wife snuggled close beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. Feeling blessed more than any man living, he smoothed his hands over the satiny warmth of her back, soothing her, loving her.
“I didn’t think you’d ever waken,” she said, and slid a hand along his muscled shoulder, down his hard-slabbed chest. “I’ve been touching you for hours.”
“Oh?”
“Aye, the longest time,” she purred, her fingers teasing chest hair.
“I am glad.” He swallowed, grateful he’d awakened, and that her touch, thelovebrimming in her passion-glazed eyes hadn’t been a dream.
Need consuming him, he pushed up on his elbows and watched her hand drift lower to tease across his abdomen. His entire body tightened when she extended her explorations, her fingers brushing lightly against his arousal.
He released a ragged breath. “Would you see me run mad?”
“I would pleasure you.” She looked at him, melting his heart.
“You pleasure my every waking hour,” he vowed. “Watching you breathe pleasures me.”
He caught her to him, kissing her deeply, but she pulled away, straightening her back so the full thrust of her breasts pushed through her streaming, unbound hair.
“You have not yet taken full ease with me,” she said, lowering her hand to caress him. “You are my husband and champion and have waited long. I would give you that release now.”
And she almost did.
Simply by stating her intent.
His passion rising, he looked at her, studied her face for any sign of wariness or hesitation.
He saw none.
Nothing marked her save her beauty and willingness.
Her acceptance and desire to please him.
That wonder swirled around him, stroking his soul. Embracing him as surely as her caressing hands drove him toward the release of all the hunger and need pounding through him.
“I shall never let you go,” he vowed, the shackles of his doubt falling away, spinning into the shadows.
One by one, they dissolved as if they’d never been.
And I shall not let you go, he thought he heard her say, though, in truth, she’d only sighed.
I want you to stay.
That, he heard…with his heart.
Truly spoken or nay, the words hovered between them, a challenge tossed, but not accepted. And not menacing enough to dim the blazing need raging inside him.
Her golden hair spilling around her in wild abandon, she held his gaze and parted her streaming tresses to reveal her breasts. “I know you enjoy looking at them,” she said, smiling at him. “I want this night filled with everything that brings you pleasure.”
“Lady, you did that the day you were born,” he said, his heart splitting wide.
She cared for him, he suspected. Leastways, she was coming to do so.
And she wanted him.
Her eyes, her questing hands, her soft, little sighs, everything about her this night, said she desired him as fully as he ached for her.
