Not sure of anything but needing him to finish this torture, she let her legs fall open. But he did not touch her there. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and pulled her closer. His mouth kissed along her leg, nearer and nearer, until she thought he must mean to…
Oh, he could not think to…!
And he did. Before she could protest such an indecent thing, he opened her with his fingers and then placed his mouth there. She tried to pull away, the intensity of her body’s reaction scared her, but he held her with his hand on her leg.
‘Be at ease, Fayth,’ he whispered, not lifting his mouth from her.
When his tongue moved over the place that ached the most, she lost the battle and simply felt. Tongue, lips, mouth and even, she thought, fingers touched her there, sliding over and in, making her arch and pull from it, making her wet and making her want something that he held just out of reach. He found that same spot he’d used his fingers on before and now licked and even sucked against it until she felt nothing but the tension within her.
Something wound, tight and tighter, inside her, until she could not move and breathe. Then it released her as waves and waves of pleasure rushed through her body, easing and answering the ache. She moaned loudly and keened out some sound from deep inside. He moved then, but she cared not, her body wept its release as he placed himself over her.
‘Fayth, look at me,’ Giles ordered in a gruff voice. When she opened her eyes they were soft and her gaze dreamy with the pleasure he’d given her. But he wanted her to know the moment he took her and made her his. ‘Wife,’ he said as he entered her tightness and pushed through her maidenhead.
He knew when it hurt her, for her gaze cleared of the passion and watched him as he moved in and stopped, waiting for her body to adjust to his. He could pause only a few seconds, for his body, denied this pleasure, demanded more. He slid his hand beneath her bottom and lifted her hips and plunged in deeply, touching even as far as her womb. Her wetness eased the way now and her body gripped him as he thrust forward and slid back, over and over. He began to lose himself in the pleasure of being deep within her when he felt his seed ready to spill.
He tightened and he pushed deeper still, plunging in until he could go no further and held himself there. He emptied himself within her and moaned out his release, enjoying the feel of her tightness throbbing around him as he did so. When there was no more to give, he pulled himself out and lay at her side.
It took several minutes before he could catch his breath, and he feared looking too closely at her for either his lust would reignite or he would see disappointment on her face from the pain she’d suffered. He should have known that Fayth would react as he least expected her to.
‘Is it always like that?’ she asked as she rolled to her side and pressed up against him.
‘Nay,’ he answered, peering at her in the dim light. ‘Each time can be different.’ He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. ‘Did I hurt you?’
She rubbed her eyes, wiping away any others before he could. ‘A little, just as you…as you…’
Pierced her maidenhead. He shook his head and smiled softly. ‘And the rest?’
He swore she snuggled closer to him as she replied. ‘It did not hurt.’ She leaned up on her elbow. ‘Will it hurt each time?’
Giles watched as her gaze moved over him. When she moved her hand, he thought she meant to touch him.
‘Nay,’ he rasped out, both in answer to her question and as a plea for her not to lay her hand on him there.
His flesh responded as though she had, for it filled once more and rose up. Then she did touch it and it extended beneath her palm. He inhaled sharply at the pleasure and pain of her grasp. ‘Nay, Fayth.’
He pushed her hand away and climbed from the bed. She came to him a virgin and he must see to her needs instead of simply rolling her over and ploughing her like a common whore. And, more importantly, she was his wife and he needed to have a care for her.
Her maid, knowing of his plans as most likely anyone in the keep did, had left a bowl of herbs on the table and a pitcher of water heating near the fire. Pouring the steaming water over the crushed leaves, he gathered up a few cloths and carried them to the bed. Giles took her hand and eased her to the side and waited as she used the scented water to soothe and clean the area between her legs.
He then washed himself and watched as she went over to the chest that held her clothes. When she lifted out a clean shift, intent on putting it on, he shook his head.
‘Do not waste your time,’ he warned. ‘I will have you next to me as you are now when we are abed.’
His bold words were made bolder by the reaction of his body. There was no fear there when she looked on him.
‘And what about you?’ she asked, glancing at his hardness as it now stood against his belly.
‘I fear it will take more than once before the desire I feel for you is satisfied,’ he promised. ‘It stands ready for the next time. When you are not sore,’ he assured her.
He’d pulled the covers up when she climbed into his arms, turning her back to his front, as they’d slept these last few nights. Giles looked ahead at a long night of trying not to press his attentions on her in her state when he felt her rub her bottom against him.
‘You are ready and I am not sore, Giles.’
He pulled her closer, holding her tightly and sliding his hardness between her legs. Her wetness already slickened the folds there and he slid himself into her.
She might not have ached then or for a while after, but later on in the dark of night she begged for mercy and he simply held her close as she slept, satisfied in a way he’d never known before.
Virgins were not for bastards like him. Heiresses were not for mercenary knights with no name. But he’d received both in his marriage to her, along with a siren who had no idea of the passion she held inside.
