“Aye, I had plenty of food.”
“Then what do you want? I will get it for you.”
She turned to him and let her robe slip open enough to expose her swollen breasts.
“Marion,” he whispered. “We can’t. You are ill.”
“I am ill no longer and ’tis perfectly safe.”
“You are sure? How do you know ’tis safe?”
“I have spoken with the midwife, and she assures me not only is it safe, but is encouraged because it helps the mother relax and a stress-free mama is a healthy one.”
Alexander appeared to need no more encouragement. With great care, he lifted her from the chair and brought her to the bed. He gently laid her upon it and then removed his clothes and joined her under the covers.
He stroked her arm and brushed his fingers across her breasts and nipples, sending thrilling shivers through her.
“Are you cold? I will get another cover.”
She laughed lightly. “I am not cold, Alex. I am hungry for my husband to pleasure me, and I am not so delicate that I will break.”
“You are sure?” he said again.
“Aye, stop asking me that. I am sure. Now do as you are told and take away this ache that you put in me every time you are near me.
Alexander slid his hand into her hair and drew her close for a soul-stirring kiss that she felt right down to her toes. The reverence in that kiss was such that she would never forget for the rest of her days. This was not the hungry insatiable passion they’d initially shared, rather a slow and steady never-wavering passion that would see them through the coming years. Her soul sighed as he rolled onto his back, clearly still thinking she was so fragile. Well, she would give him this for tonight, but after this she would show him that they could love each other as often and however they liked.
She crawled on top of him and slid onto his hard erection. God, she’d missed this so much. The way his eyes grew darker when the passion was in him, the way he gripped her hips, gentler than normal, but holding on nonetheless like his life depended on it.
Marion rode him as hard as he would let her, stilling her if she got too excited. But she didn’t want to slow down. She wanted him to lose himself as he had so many times before and for this to pleasure him as much as her.
Reaching down, she spread her hands across his chest and flicked his nipples with her nails. Then she pinched one and loved that way his cock pulsed inside her. Feeling brave, she pinched them both at the same time and squeezed her womanhood around him. Air hissed through his teeth as he turned their bodies and pulled out of her so that she was on her belly. He lifted her hips and thrust hard inside her once, twice, and reached around to rub her clit. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast as he stiffened behind her.
“Christ,” he said as he slid out of her and lay by her side to stroke her hips and arms and breasts. “You don’t have to grin like you’ve just won a great prize,” he said with a chuckle.
“But I have won a great prize. I do not think you are so opposed to me winning that prize, are you, my love?”
“I would never deny you anything in this world, even if it means letting you seduce me.”
“I should hope you want me as much as I want you,” she said, already knowing the answer. They lay like that for a while, staring into one another’s eyes, touching each other softly.
He rolled on top of her and spread her legs wide. “You are sure it is safe in all the ways we love one another?”
“Aye, that is what I have been told.”
“Then this is how I want to have you.”
He kissed her slowly, his tongue dancing with hers as he entered her all the while staring into her eyes. “I want to watch you reach your peak,” he said as he hooked her legs up over his back.
His movement increased as he brought her higher and higher toward that final release she achieved each and every time they joined.
“Marion, my love, my life,” he whispered as he brought her to her climax and reached down to pinch her clit to hold the ecstasy. She exploded over and over again thinking she could take no more, and when the one ended, another began. For what seemed like an age, he watched her as her body shivered and shook in pure delight. When itwas over and she was completely spent, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly to him.
Her heartbeat took a while to slow as she lay there in his arms and thanked the pagan gods, and hers too, for making and bringing her a man like him. Her life and the life they were building together was more than she could have ever hoped for.
“I thought of another name for our wee laddie,” he said.
“And how can you be sure ’tis a wee laddie?”
