She pressed her lips tightly together as she remained in thought. Then she gave a nod in agreement. “You’re right.”
“They never would have found us if Caius and Liam hadn’t been on a hunt. There are no boats at the shore, no indication that we’re somewhere on the lake. We spend that time preparing for our eventual departure. Finish the bows, make more arrows, teach the men how to use them, birth the babies…”
She didn’t argue. “I’m anxious to reclaim our throne, but we must play the game.”
“We outnumbered them, and they still killed ten of us. They’re strong.”
“But we’re stronger. Not in strength or size—but in heart.”
It was evening when I returned to the cabin.
Hanne had just bathed, standing in front of the fire with the towel around her body, combing her slightly damp hair so it could dry in the heat. Her eyes glowed beautifully when she looked at me.
I stared. Stared at the swell of her tits as they were pushed together. The curve of her slender neck. The hollow in her throat. The beautiful color of her skin. It’d been a long and arduous day, emotions all over the place, the joys of victory and the sorrow of loss and the frustration of my mother’s interference.
But all of that went away when I looked at Hanne.
I yanked my shirt over the back of my head and tossed it on the floor, my eyes on her body the second the material was gone. My boots were loosened then kicked away before I walked to her, the comb still in her gentle fingertips.
I watched her eyes glow brighter when I came near, watched her take a deeper breath at my proximity. I gripped the fabric that concealed her naked body, and I tugged until it came loose and dropped to the floor at her feet.
Her tits were firm from the cold air that struck them, her nipples like sharp arrowheads. Her slightly damp hair was over oneshoulder, the other exposed, his skin slightly rosy from the heat of the water that had warmed it.
Enthusiasm shone in her eyes as it always did, like she wanted me without reservation.
I loosened my pants and pushed them over my hips until they slid to my ankles. I stepped out of them before I gripped her and lifted her into me. She hooked her ankles around my waist like she knew what to do, and I carried her to the bed before I laid her back, my hips squeezing between the softness of her thighs.
With my body held over hers, I kissed her, kissed the lips that were softer than flower petals. I felt her touch me, grip the muscles of my arms before she explored my hair. She squeezed my hips with her thighs like she was anxious for me, even though I must have hurt her a couple of times.
I pushed on the back of her thigh and bent her into position so I could enter.
Every time I was inside her, it felt like the first time. She was softer than silk, wet like my face had been between her legs for the last ten minutes. Always anxious for me, like my appearance was enough to get her ready.
She gave a quiet gasp when I entered her, like the intrusion was still new to her. But she moaned a moment later, her soft hands turning into claws once I was deep inside her.
I’d been slow and gentle with her every time we’d made love, but this time, I took it further. I thrust into her hard and fast once I had her, anxious to take her after the stunt she’d pulled earlier. I’d never wanted her more, wanted right there on the spot had the moment permitted it.
Deep inside my woman in the privacy of my cabin, I took her the way I’d fantasized in the past. When her head had fallen on my shoulder in the dark, I’d been hard. When I’d taken her hand in the dark, I’d wanted to have her right on the shore. Anytime I’d looked at those plump lips, I’d wanted them on my mouth—or somewhere south.
It was the first time I fucked her.
And she liked it.
She moaned and panted as I made her mine, as she took my length like she’d been taking it for years rather than days. I snaked my hand into her hair, and I tugged her head back, exposing her throat and holding on as I pounded between her legs and got lost in the woman whose body I claimed for myself.
The woman I’d die for.
The woman I lived for.
“Morco…” She cupped my neck and felt my pulse, while she touched my chest with her other hand. Felt my heart pound and my skin sweat. Her eyes were the brightest they’d ever been, warming me in their sunshine.
She slipped away under the veil of pleasure, her pretty face tensing and blotching a deep red as a flush gave way to bumps on her arms. Her climax danced around on her features, and when she came, her eyes glistened like the surface of water in the light from theapricum. “Yes…”
I fisted her hair harder, and I invaded her lands in my name, took all of her to keep forever. To ravish for the rest of my life, to guard with my life, to hold dear. I bridled myself until she’d taken off, and I released my restraint when I was allowed tofollow. I filled her with all of me, left my essence in a place no one else had ever been. And every time I did, it just got me hot again.
She cupped my neck and kissed me like she felt the same way, like she didn’t want it to end but once just wasn’t enough. Her embraces were always passionate, and she knew how to touch me. For a woman with no experience, she learned from me quickly, mimicked my desire, and made me feel exactly the way I wanted to feel.
Like she was meant for me.
