It took four gentle thrusts to open her enough to submerge himself inside her. Keely cried out in pain and pleasure, but was quick to reassure him that she dinna want him to stop. Not that he could have. He thrust again and again, satisfying that selfish need to take her from behind, but then wanted more—much more.
He pulled out, flipped her over, and draped one of her legs over his shoulder. “I want to see yer beautiful face, Keely.”
She cupped his cheek and nodded. “And I want to see yours, Alex.”
He pumped inside her again, this time with less resistance. Heat and wetness enveloped him, and he leaned forward and plundered her mouth—kissing her with a force he’d never experienced before. Keely dug her fingernails into his shoulder, her tongue wrestling with his, her lips tightly sealed over his mouth.
The moment she began to unravel, he, too, lost control. They both screamed in utter shock and pleasure, the years of waiting for fulfillment finally over.
*
When she awokesometime in the night, Keely slipped from underneath her husband’s arm and padded to the other side of the chamber. She stopped in front of the hearth where the fire still burned warm and bright. Something magical had occurred between them, something she couldna quite explain yet. After their first joining, he washed her with a soft, wet cloth, and then cleaned himself before crawling underneath the furs with her. Then he made love to her again, less frenzied this time, but with the same care for her pleasure.
Neither said a word as they drifted into sleep, but she remembered hearing his steady breathing, even a soft snore before she faded.
Just to prove Alex’s words, she walked to the door and slid the bolt back, seeing if it would open. As he’d warned, the door was locked from the outside. She couldna get away even if she wanted to. Turning back toward the bed, she knew why she suddenly dinna have the need to run. Alex. He’d erased any doubt of where she belonged and who she belonged to. No wonder the church warned of the careless giving and taking of flesh. Something so special, so sacred, should be reserved for a husband and wife. That’s what she’d learned in her short time of intimacy with her husband.
But did he feel the same?
Could he feel anything after living as a heathen, beyond the grace of God?
“Keely?” Alex sat up. “Are ye all right, lass?”
“Aye.”
“Come back to bed then.”
“I am hungry.” Her stomach growled.
Alex grinned. “Our bedsport has given ye a better appetite.”
Keely wandered to the table and picked over the bread, cheese, and meat. Anything would taste good right now. She chewed a piece of smoked venison and swallowed it down with a sip of wine. “Are ye hungry?” She gazed at Alex.
“In a different way, lass.” The same expression that had darkened his face earlier was back. The look of lust.
She would never forget—even if she tried. No man had ever looked at her like that.
He threw the furs back.
Keely couldna keep her eyes off him as he stood up. His blond hair hung lose about his shoulders. And his powerful body, all that muscle and tanned skin, his confident stride… his erection. She closed her eyes for a quick moment and sucked in a breath. Aye, his member was long and thick and ready to be inside her again. He dinna need food or drink, he wanted her. As he reached her, he caressed her cheek, and she shivered.
“What will it take to coax ye back to bed?” he asked.
She pretended to think on it. “Something special, I think.”
“How special?”
She looked down. “Veryspecial.”
Alex chuckled. “Kiss me, Keely.”
A foot taller than her, she stood on her toes and locked her hands behind his neck, pulling him down. Something sparked between them as their lips met, and Keely felt the wetness between her legs again.
“Is it always this easy between a man and woman, Alex?”
“Nay,” he said. “We share something rare. And I canna get enough of ye.” He dragged her from the table over to the closest chair and sat down. He patted his lap. “Straddle me.”
“How?”
