“I doona,” she cut him off.
“Then ye enjoyed our lovemaking?”
“Aye.”
“Ye are magnificent, Keely.” He pulled her to her feet.
More than willing to be touched, Alex cupped her breasts through her gown. They were bountiful enough to spill over the sides of his hands, but not overly large. He couldna rest without tasting her again. Working the laces on her bodice quickly, he released her tender flesh and suckled a nipple while he slipped his hand beneath her skirts, finding her wetness. The faster he stroked, the louder she moaned. The little noises pleased him, made his cock ache for relief.
His arms and legs wrapped around her, bringing her down on top of him on the mattress. Their foreheads touched and he kissed her, exploring the depths of her sweet mouth. Keely managed to hike her skirts above her waist, exposing herself completely. Alex reached for her arse, guiding her upward, her mound mere inches from his mouth. Christ, he wished he could control himself better, but a man shouldna deprive himself of what he needed. And for Alex, his young wife was as necessary as the air he breathed.
“What are ye doing, Alex?” She eyed him warily.
“Doona be nervous.”
“There is nowhere left for me to comfortably sit. So why are ye pulling me up to your…”
His tongue provided the answer. Her luscious backside filled his palms as he silently instructed her on how to move across his face. Finding her center, he sucked mercilessly as she lost control—throwing her head back and riding him wildly.
“Aye, Keely,” he breathed. “This is what I’ve longed for, to make ye mine over and over again.”
Moments later… “A-Alex.” Her body trembled from the intensity of the release.
Proud of what little effort it took to satisfy her, Alex rearranged his wife in the middle of the bed. She spread her legs and held onto his biceps. “More,” she said.
“More of what, ye wanton?”
“Ye.”
He sheathed himself deep inside her, and they moved together, their union more familiar, more relaxed. Alex flicked his tongue over her nipples, then claimed her mouth until the need to fill her with his seed overwhelmed him. He arched his back, and Keely locked her hands behind his neck, writhing underneath him.
No words could describe how she made him feel or what she stole from him every time he came. It wasna as easy as he thought to safeguard his heart from her. Nay. Keely had a wicked way about her, intentional or not. And if he dinna be careful, she’d own more than his body.
Exhausted, he rolled onto his back, playing with a strand of her dark hair. “Do ye wish to finish our conversation from earlier?”
“Which part?”
“The sheet.”
“Ye’re determined to placate Mathe. My feelings are secondary, Alex. I may not agree with it, but I understand.”
“Do ye, or are ye just saying that to keep the peace between us?” He looked at her.
“Peace is in short supply here. Anything I can do to help, I will.”
Once again, her words pleased him. His original plan had been to give her a taste of the pain she’d caused him. He raised his right arm, resting the back of his hand against his forehead. Whatever was happening to him, the need to hurt her was fading. She was right, peace was in short supply. The less strife at home the better. It would allow him to focus on the improvements needed to defend his people and lands.
Someone knocked on the door, and Alex growled. He’d forgotten about the tray Mathe had promised to send up. Not ashamed of his nakedness, he crawled out of bed and strutted to the door. He opened it and took the tray from the maid.
“Are ye hungry?” he asked, walking to the table, his stomach rumbling from the smell of fresh meat and bread.
Keely sat up. “Is there enough for both of us?”
Alex lifted the linen covering the food. “Aye.”
She joined him at the table, fidgeting with her bodice.
“Nay.” He reached for her hand. “Nothing would please me more than filling my belly and having the pleasure of gazing upon your breasts at the same time.”
