He could wait no longer.
Rising to his knees, he ripped off his tunic so aggressively that he tore a seam. One boot hit the floor and the other nearly flew into the hearth. Those patchwork breeches went to his knees because that was as far as he could get them. He didn’t have the patience for anything more. Climbing into the bed beside her, his big body covered hers, their flesh touching. He could hear himself groaning at the pure delight of it, warm skin against warm skin.
Now, came the core of the situation.
Joining his body with hers.
He really didn’t want to be clumsy about this, so he forced himself to focus on what needed to be done rather than the actual act itself. Mattie’s body was preparing itself for what was to come, so he wedged himself between her legs and rubbed his manhood against her private core to moisten himself. He’d heard that made his entry easier and he did so want to make this easier for them both. Not surprisingly, however, he had to wrestle against his natural instinct to ram into her like a stallion. It would have been so easy, but also so damaging. Finally, he pushed into her, feeling her wet heat close in around him, and it was the most amazing thing he’d ever experienced.
Little by little, he slid into her.
Somehow, he made it all the way in without any flash of pain on her part or great claps of thunder announcing they were joined. Suddenly, they were, and he could no longer restrain himself. Falling atop her, Gar began to roll his hips, thrusting into her body. Some strokes were long and hard, some weren’t. It took him a few tries to find a rhythm that felt good and when he did, he thrust evenly and fully. He had her in his powerful embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around her, but eventually he loosened his grip and braced his arms on either side of her to get some leverage. But in doing so, that also meant he could look down at her body, at their bodies joined.
That was his undoing.
Mattie had soft, full breasts and he shifted his weight so he could touch her there, eliciting groans of pleasure. His free hand moved to her nipples, her shoulder, down her belly, and around to her buttocks. Soft, warm buttocks. He grasped them, holding her pelvis still as he continued to thrust into her, all the while wondering why he’d never done this before now. But in the same breath, also glad that he’dnotdone it before now. For his first time to be with Mattie, with his wife, was something no man he knew could say. But he could.
It made the moment far more magnificent.
As Mattie lay there, legs open to receive him, her breasts bouncing gently with each successive thrust of his hips, something hot was building in his loins. He knew what it was, though he’d never experienced it in this particular way, and he also knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself once it erupted. And it did erupt, as fast as lightning, and suddenly he was thrusting hard, holding himself inside of her as his hot seed filled her. When he reached down to touch the place where their bodies joined to feel the magic of what was happening, his touch threw Mattie over the edge into her first climax as well.
On and on it went.
While Gar’s release eventually died down, Mattie’s seemed to go on, like ripples upon a pond. His hand was still on her Venus mound, his fingers still probing her, and every time he moved, she seemed to climax again. She was quivering and gasping as if she had no control over her body at all. In truth, she didn’t.
He did.
And he loved it.
Still embedded inside her, he stroked her again and another weak climax rolled over her. Her legs were trembling so much that they were jerking uncontrollably. Gar finally moved his hand away just so the woman could catch her breath and he grinned as he buried his face in her neck, kissing her gently as she struggled to catch her breath.
It was finished.
Enfolded in the warmth of Gar’s massive embrace, Mattie was in a stupor. Her body was limp, her mind void of any thought whatsoever as she felt the remains of Gar’s arousal twitching within her tender folds. Her legs were still wide open, his significant weight covering her, and she couldn’t have been more content with it all. She would have been perfectly happy to remain as they were for the rest of eternity.
No words were spoken. After that, no words were necessary. Sleep came quickly and when they slept, wrapped up in each other’s arms, it was as if they had been doing it all their lives. Nothing had ever felt so natural or so right.
The virgins were virginal no longer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bailie Castle
Stronghold of Clan Maxwell of Westerkirk
Scotland
It was coldand dank and deadly.
Deadly because of any of the men surviving the battle in the Valley of Blood that had been brought back to the stronghold of Bailie Castle, only a few survived. Deadly because anything that touched this castle instantly turned to rot or grief or despair. Deadly in the sense that there was a cloud of gloom that hung over the place, something that had been there from the time of their forefathers. This place had never been a warm and comforting family compound.
It had always been about death.
That was partially why people stayed clear of this particular part of Scotland. The Westerkirk area belonged to Clan Maxwell and had for hundreds of years. When they had settled it back in the time of the Romans, it had been a green and fertile valley. The sun shone and the flowers grew and it was just like any other valley that attracted people to settle in it, but once theysettled, the change began to occur. Generations of poor fortune and bad decisions had turned the valley into something dark and forbidding.
The English knights who came through the area months ago had quickly found that out.
It had been a shortcut to where they were going and even though they knew it was a Maxwell valley, they’d still taken the chance to travel through it, thinking it would be quicker and safer if they could simply get through it at a rapid pace. No one would be the wiser. Road conditions and the weather had forced them into that decision, which they came to regret when one of them was struck in the back of the head by a big rock that had been launched from a tree. The two knights had been taken down and brought to the Maxwell stronghold to face their sentence. The misdeed had simply been trespassing on Maxwell property, but the sentence did not fit the crime.
