Tensing, he became lightheaded as his seed shot out of his body and into hers. Magnus had never felt so coiled. And never so unleashed.
Moments or eons passed as he lay beside her stroking her hair and waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal.
“How do you feel?” he asked her.
“Like all the bones have been removed from my body.”
Her voice was soft and sleepy. But he’d made her a promise to get no sleep this night. Magnus stroked her back and her round bottom. He brushed the back of her thighs with his fingers and slipped them between her legs. She sucked in a breath when he stroked her hardening bud.
“I am very pleased,” he said.
“For which part?”
“That it was all real.” He looked into her eyes and watched a solitary tear escape the corner of her eye.
“I knew it but wanted to wait for you to discover for yourself.”
“And I am glad you did. I cannot imagine a more beautiful way to discover all that we had shared was not some imagining on either of our parts.”
She smiled at him as he brushed the tear away. “There’s more that I am pleased with,” he said.
“Oh? And what is that?”
He turned her onto her back and leaned onto his elbow so he could better examine her body. “This one is tasty, but I think this one might be my favourite,” he said as he sucked gently on one nipple, then the other. Back to the first and the nipped it with his teeth. “Ja, this one is my favourite.”
“Oh!” She flung her arm over her eyes as he played with her nipples. “What else do you like?”
While still flicking her nipple with his tongue, he reached down to stroke her again. Her hips shifted as if to encourage his movements. He shifted his body again until he was again between her legs and driving his tongue within her. He pressed hard and drew circles with his thumb on her clit while he tasted her. As soon as he felt her shake he drove himself within her and thrust hard and fast to capture each and every wave of her orgasm which drew his to a dizzying height. Magnus tensed as heat washed over him and he spilled into her again.
This time when the waves subsided, he collapsed beside her. Perhaps a little rest was warranted if he was to fulfill his promise to her.
Elspeth rose from the bed and brought back a goblet. She spilled a small amount of the wine on the sheets then placed the goblet back on the table. Was she losing her wits?
“Father Fothad will insist on proof I was a maiden.”
Magnus shook his head. Would he ever understand these customs?
* * *
Elspeth cuddled into Magnus’ side and inhaled his masculine scent. He was all leather and wine and that intoxicating scent after they’d shared their bodies. She would never get enough of it or him. Not ever.
His gentle snoring made her grin. True to his promise, he had not let her sleep the entire night. When they were not ravishing each other, they were replenishing their energy with the food and drink that had been placed outside their door at some point in the night. Magnus had dressed and was on his way to get something for them when he discovered the offering outside. He’d stripped again in record time and they sat by the fire eating and sipping some wine until they were both roused again.
She loved making plans for the tower with him. Never in her wildest dreams had she considered being part of planning the build with him. Even when she considered he may want to live on her lands, she didn’t see herself in the planning of it.
And she couldn’t be happier.
Streams of sunlight cast through the window and highlighted the mound of their clothes upon the floor. She slipped out of the bed and put more wood on the fire to break the chill that had started to settle through the chamber. Elspeth grabbed her shift and tugged it over her head and slipped back into bed to snuggle next to Magnus. Her eyes finally grew heavy as she absorbed more of his warmth.
She had no idea what time it was when she was awakened by a knocking on the chamber door. She arose to grab a covering gown and answer the door leaving her still snoring husband sound asleep in the bed.
Her two maidservants, Sheona and Isobel, came into the chamber with fresh bed linens and were followed by two men carrying her large wooden tub.
“The water will follow shortly, my lady,” Neville, one of Osgar’s manservants said. He’d never served her so she assumed he was there to assist Magnus.
She looked back toward the bed to see him now sitting up and barely covered by the quilts. The two maids looked at her and cast their gaze downward.
“My lord, if you come with me, I will see to your comfort. You too may have a bath if you wish.”
