Page 54 of Lord of Misrule

“Oh, Kit. You have no idea what a happy man you have made me by saying that.” He ripped off his clothes and threw them to the floor. She gasped when the firelight danced upon his manly form. He was hard and straight and so big that she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and wrapping her hands around him. He gasped and clamped his hand around hers. “Slow down, sweetheart, or this will be finished before we are both sated.”

“Take me, my lord,” she whispered, feeling as if nothing in the world besides this mattered at the moment.

“Oh, Kit,” he said, reaching up and cupping her breasts in his hands. “My sweet, sweet, kitten.” He rolled her nipples in his fingers, causing them to become taut. Then he mouthed her mounds one at a time while he ran his fingers through her downy hair, kissing her passionately on the mouth and thrusting his tongue inside, as his thumb played with her womanly nub and he slipped two fingers inside her below her waist. She arched up off the bed, spreading her legs on her own. This felt so damned good that she never wanted it to stop.

“No one has ever called me their kitten before,” she said through ragged breaths. Her lips tingled from his kisses. Her breasts ached from his suckling. And the heat she felt below her waist made her feel as if she were on fire.

“Then it shall be my endearment and mine alone,” he said, kissing her again. “You are my special girl. My little pussy cat.” He removed his hand and entered her then, filling her completely with his want and need. With each thrust of his hips she rocked her hips back to meet him, and they did the dance of love. Her excitement grew, her body coming to life with Tolin like it never had for any other man.

“Oh, Tolin. Ooooh. This feels so good,” she gasped, as they made love upon the noble’s bed.

“Oh, Kit. Oh, Kit!” he cried as he neared his climax. “I hope you are nearly sated because I am not sure how much longer I can hold out.”

“I was only waiting for you,” she told him, throwing back her head, arching her back, and going for the ride of her life.

She not only climbed that mountain, but she found release from all the fears, all the anxieties, all the worries that had been plaguing her for her entire life. “Oh, Tolin,” she cried.

“Oh, Kit,” he said through ragged breathing, as the thrusts got deeper and faster.

Then she cried out his name as she found completion, and the colors of the rainbow exploded behind her closed lids. She heard him cry out her name as well. When she knew he’d released his desire within her, it excited her so much that she climaxed once again. Then he stilled, falling to the side, pulling her into his arms, both of them sated.

Kit breathed heavily, her eyes closing as she leaned into Tolin, resting her head on his chest. He was silent. So was she. And in the warmth and security of Tolin’s embrace, she drifted off to sleep, where she could only dream that nobles and commoners could be together for a lifetime, and not only for one night.