He began to stroke her as she moaned his name. “Torcall. Do nae stop!” she begged.
Torcall would have loved to tease her had he not been in such dire need to bury himself in her.
Unable to take the wait anymore, he positioned himself above her and looked into her eyes before slipping inside her wetness.
“Oh, God!” she cried out. “Torcall!”
She arched her back to meet his every thrust. Deeper and deeper, he thrust into her until she was screaming his name with reckless abandon.
“Torcall!” she begged, “I am goin’ to-”
“Nay!” he groaned into her ear. “Do nae peak yet. Wait!”
His thrusts picked pace, and Ceana thought she would die for the wait. Finally, just when her control expired, he groaned and pulled her to him. “Now!”
With an ear-splitting scream, Ceana came just as her husband did. She felt Torcall pull her to him and place his arms around her, and she swore that heaven could be no better. They lay together, allowing the beauty of their joining wash over them. Finally, when Ceana felt whole again, she looked up at Torcall with a glint in her eyes.
“I want ye again,” she said softly.
Torcall grinned and grabbed her, turning her so that she was astride him. His shaft was already hard. “I want ye again and again.”
