“Nay, my lord. I have merely allowed them to fill the gown as it was originally made.”
“You mean you purposefully altered the way it would fit for modesty’s sake that day?”
“Aye, I did.”
“And I am now very glad of it, for I and others may have made quite the fools of ourselves tripping over one another to speak with you.”
“Because of my breasts?” she asked, unable to withhold a light laugh.
“Aye, we are but men, my love. Sometimes, we are not as deep as you would wish us to be.”
She knew he was jesting, and he was certainly not like that, but she would concede there were others who were that shallow. In any case, she loved the way his eyes traveled over her body. If he kept that up, they would not make it to the feast at all. She smiled when he kissed the side of her neck.
“My lord, we have guests.”
“I don’t care about them,” he said as he nipped at her tender flesh just below her ear. “I only need a few minutes. Come here,” he said and turned her around then bent her over the bed.
Marion felt her skirts being lifted and a cool breeze on her backsideas he exposed her fully and stroked her. Her body was ready for him in an instant. She moaned and a shifting of clothes was followed by him thrusting hard inside her. Her fingers gripped the coverlet tightly as his hard, quick rhythm brought her higher and higher to what she knew would be a brilliant explosion.
Imagining the sight that would befall anyone who might enter had her smiling from ear to ear as she enjoyed the way his hands held her hips so tight and even the slapping way his legs hit hers when he drove himself deep within her.
“Oh God,” he said, and she felt him thicken and harden even more. The sensation set off her first orgasm, and by the time he was stiff and rocking behind her, she’d hit on her second.
Waves of delicious flickers washed over her as though tiny sparks shot through her veins. He held her for long moments and then slipped out of her and put her clothes back in place. When she stood, she swayed a little and he caught her in his arms and kissed her softly.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“Aye,” she said. “I did not know we could be so quick as that if we wanted to.”
“We can do whatever we like,” he said. “And look,” he said as he drew her toward the mirror. “Not a hair out of place. No one will ever know but us.”
Well, her cheeks were flushed, but he was right. Her gown showed not a wrinkle, and her hair wasn’t out of place, because it had been neatly wrapped up. Nothing could compare to the feeling of his naked body pressing hard against hers, but this quick tumble and in that position was more than agreeable to her and she hoped it would be a regular occurrence.
“You have an evil look in your eye, wife,” he said.
“I was just thinking how fortunate I am to have such a virile husband.”
“That is because he has a wanton wife who is insatiable.”
She gasped and swatted his arm. “I am not wanton.”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly on the lips. “You are wanton and I would not have you any other way.”
Marion cupped his face with her hands and kissed him back with all the love and joy she possessed for him. When she pulled back, she said, “I love you, Alexander Campbell, my black rider.”
Tilting his head, he asked, “Your black rider?”
“Aye. I recall the first moment I saw you atop your steed decked out head to foot in black with only your icy blue eyes visible under your helmet. I thought you were the most mesmerizing thing I had ever seen.”
“You never told me that,” he said and became a little quiet.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I recall when I first saw you as well, my exquisite wife. But I’m embarrassed for what I thought then.”
“Tell me, Alexander. We are husband and wife now and we shall have no secrets between us.”
“I was struck by you as well,” he said. “But I thought your parents and you were like all the others in attendance who were only there to snag a husband and did not care how that happened.”
