It was only when the others had departed that he found himself alone with his wife, staring at her as she read through the final pages of her manuscript. She looked up at him quizzically as he continued to stare at her, his gaze never faltering.
“You look positively terrifying, Magnus. Have you eaten something that doesn’t agree with you?” she asked.
But he merely stood up, going to stand beside her chair and offering her his hand.
She took it without question, though she looked rather puzzled.
Her puzzlement only grew as he led her all the way up to the top of the turret and opened the door to her little study.
He had asked for several candles to be left lit, and the room was aglow, with a gentle and almost romantic air about it.
Leah turned to him, frowning as he closed the door behind him.
“Perhaps you should go and see Betty,” she suggested teasingly. “You seem to have become quite unlike yourself.”
She drew in a sharp breath, however, as he advanced on her and gently took the pages from her hands, placing them on top of the stack at the corner of the room.
“Magnus?” she prompted.
But he simply kept walking until he had backed her up against the narrow window ledge.
“Do ye ken, I had a fantasy about ye when I first showed ye this room,” he said conversationally as she looked up at him with bemusement.
“Oh, yes?” she asked. “You said you only throw maidens from the tallest tower on a Sunday. And today is a Saturday.”
He grinned. “Nay, somethin’ a little different from that.”
She gasped as he lifted her onto the windowsill. It was just the right size to fit her hips within the surround, just as he had calculated.
“What are you doing?” she asked, but her fingers held fast to the window ledge, and her eyes had darkened with desire.
“I am goin’ to have ye here,” he said darkly. “Lookin’ out over me kingdom while I make love to me wife and she screams me name.”
Leah moaned as he pulled her skirts roughly up to her hips and rubbed his fingers over her wet heat.
She let go of the windowsill and gripped his shoulders. “You had better not let me fall,” she warned, looking back a little uncertainly at the steep drop behind her.
Magnus knew the gap was not large enough for her to fall through, or else he would never have suggested such an activity.
She was quite used to his whims by now, and they had grown accustomed to intimate encounters throughout the day, no matter what room they happened to be in. Leah liked things a little rough at times, much to his delight, and he took advantageof the knowledge now, thrusting two fingers inside her without hesitation.
“Oh,” she cried as he pushed them all the way into her with a grunt of pleasure. “You are a wicked man, Magnus.”
“Mmm, nae more wicked than me wife,” he said, looking behind her at the dark trees and hills of his lands just as he’d wished to. “Ye are goin’ to be taken like this, cryin’ out me name so that it carries across me lands, and everyone will ken that I’ve claimed ye.”
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he pumped his fingers inside her, watching her come undone beneath him.
“Take down yer hair,” he growled, and she shuddered as she did so, removing the pins in two quick movements and shaking out the mass of fire that he loved so much. “Mmm, I want to see it swayin’ as I claim ye,” he admitted.
She shivered as he withdrew his fingers, before lining himself up with her entrance and thrusting into her wet heat with quiet calm.
“Oh, that feels good. I love you,” she moaned, leaning back as he raised his hands to support her.
“I love ye, too,” he said, kissing up her neck as he began to thrust into her hard, feeling the rough stone beneath her body as hehad his way with her, giving her no room to move or to escape him as she squirmed at the roughness with which he took her.
“Ah, my back,” she complained as she bent backward at a strange angle.
He chuckled, lifted her from the window, and took her mouth in a deep kiss before pulling back.
