I move my hips, sliding up and back down his shaft. I am pleased it gives him evident pleasure, as I hoped. What I did not expect is the pleasure I derive from the act as well. The faster I move upon his shaft, the more my stomach tightens. My own wanton sex urges me to hasten.
I do not feel him move his hand, only his hard palm smacking against my backside. I go still at once and gasp, “Your Grace!”
“‘Daddy,’” he says, and I receive an equally smarting smack.
“Daddy,” I echo, though I frown when I say it.
“Do not stop,” he instructs. “But though you may not stop, you may beg pardon any time.”
I resume my motion, gliding up and down his shaft with ease, my movements made faster knowing at any moment, a stinging slap may fall. “Ow!”
“Pray, continue, wife. Might you have anything to ask me?”
I glare at his gloating face. “Is this how it is always to be? Playing these games?”
“We shall not have anything to play, dear wife, if you will apologize.”
But despite my scowl, there is a thrill in it, and I pinch my lips together tightly in refusal. I ride him in a rhythm my body knows by instinct until the knot in my stomach demands release. I move faster, no longer aware of the smacks he delivers except as fodder for my pleasure. I have gotten into a swift cadence now— His Grace has moves his hands to hold my hips, seeming to have forgotten my chastisement.
I shall have to remember this for the future.That is the last thought I am capable of before I come undone. Lifting my head to the ceiling, my eyes shut tightly, I scream my joy to the heavens as a rush of warmth overtakes me.
Dimly, I am aware of Gregor grunting beneath me.
I am shaking when I fall atop him, and his arms come around me at once. We lay together for some time, panting with the most delicious exertion. It feels like an eternity before I am aware enough to move to his side.
At once, Gregor is alert and moves aside so that he can pull some of the bedcovers back. Then he shifts me until I am inside the cocoon of blankets. “Better, my love?”
“Yes, thank you.” I watch as he continues to fiddle with the bedcovers until he too can get inside. As soon as he does, I move closer, eager for his body to warm my own. “Do you think it is always like this?” I murmur sleepily.
“Like what, my darling?”
“This… this closeness I feel for you. Is that what it is like to be married? If I had known it was so, I would have done it long ago.” I yawn, and am so wearied from the day I cannot even trouble to cover it with my hand.
“I do not think so. If that were the case, it would not be special, would it?”
“I am certain you are right. Does it feel as good for you as it does for me?” I inquire, looking up at him. With my pleasure sated at last, and the warmth of his body, I feel safe and secure, but I also wish to know I have pleased him.
He smiles and lifts a hand to cup my face. “I would wager it feels even better for me, my lady.”
A sudden thought strikes me, and I frown.
“What is it, my pet? I intend our union to be a happy one, so if I must smack you and lie with you to keep you smiling, I shall never allow you to wear clothes again!”
I laugh despite myself. “You would never dare! The scandal would be too great!”
“Perhaps, but the money I shall save might be worth enduring the whispers.” He wags his eyebrows until I giggle.
I draw nearer and say, “I was only thinking… wondering… if you like it with me as well as… the others?”
“What others?”
I shrug. “I do not know theirnames, my lord. Only that…all men have others, do they not?”
“Yes, I suppose you are right. Look at me, Freya.”
My gaze leaps to his face.
“You were exquisite. Better than I have ever experienced—truly. I shall never lie to you, Wife. And for me, there shall never be another. Of that, you may be sure.”
