Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Tonight, I look only to pleasure my wife,” he said and buried his face in the side of her neck to nibble along it and send gooseflesh rushing over her.
She hunched her shoulders up as pinpricks of delight shot through her and she gasped when his hand drifted down to caress the sensitive spot that brought her even more delight.
“I have an insatiable hunger to explore your body and not only with my hands,” he whispered near her ear, then bit playfully along her ear.
“I will burst with pleasure from your words alone,” she said, his deft hand ensuring that.
“Good, for I intend to pleasure you multiple times tonight.”
“Promise,” she said on a soft moan.
His hands began to work her garments off her. “Let me show you.”
When they were both naked, Bliss turned to the bed.
“Nay,” he said and took her hand to lead her to the long bench in front of the hearth.
He stopped her when she went to sit after he sat. He spread his legs and, with his hands cupping her backside, drew her between them.
Bliss looked down at him, not sure of his intentions, and when his hands grabbed at her backside firmly and his mouth began to rain kisses over her stomach and drift down further, all she could do was steady herself with her hands on his shoulders.
His tongue and lips worked magic and her legs soon felt too weak to hold her. She did not want to admit it, did not want the magic of his tongue to cease, but she had no choice. “My legs will not hold me much longer.”
“Come down on me,” he ordered with a husky need.
She glanced down when he eased her gently away from him to see his shaft engorged with passion. Desire shot through her, and she almost fell against him so eager was she to take him inside her.
“Easy,” he said, guiding her with his hands still firm on her backside.
Bliss gripped the top of his shoulders to steady herself as she lowered herself down on him. She groaned with pleasure as little by little his shaft disappeared inside her, filling her with the most exquisite satisfaction.
She moved up and down on him, the feel of him gliding in and out of her causing her moans to grow. He hastened her ride, his hands forcing her to go faster, and her moans grew louder.
Bliss was swept away on a wave of intense pleasure that she feared, or hoped, would crash so hard she’d be swept away with it.
“Let go!” Rannick commanded.
She would argue, disobey him, the need to linger in such glorious pleasure so strong, but then so was his command when he issued it again.
“Let go NOW!”
Bliss let out a scream as an immense climax struck her and she was swept away in its intensity that tumbled her body and refused to let go.
“Hold tight!” Rannick ordered, his hands digging into her backside, holding her firm as he got to his feet.
In the next instant, Bliss felt her back hit the wall and her husband drive into her with such a demand that she cried out with pleasure that reignited her passion.
Rannick rested the side of his face next to his wife’s as once again he issued an order. “This time, join me.”
“Aye,” she said on bated breath and clung tightly to him.
His roar drowned out her scream as they both burst with unimaginable pleasure that lingered longer than usual, leaving them both satiated and their limbs weak.
Rannick managed to keep hold of his wife, but not for long, his powerful climax robbing him of his strength. Her heaving chest told him that she felt much the same.
Before it was too late, he took solid hold of his wife and hurried them both to the bed to fall down on it. He had enough strength left to snag her waist with his arm and move her so that her head rested on a pillow, then he spread out beside her after yanking a blanket up over them, their bodies cooling.
She cuddled against as soon as he was beside her and yawned. “That was memorable.”
“We will have plenty more of those,” he assured her.
She yawned again. “I look forward to every one of them.”
“As do I,” he said as a yawn hit him as well.
Sleep soon claimed his wife and just before it did the same to him, he prayed his wife was not the MacWilliam bairn, for if she was, he would forever worry that someone would discover the truth.
“How many have surrendered and offered you what they know?” Brogan asked as he and Rannick approached the pen where the imprisoned men were being kept.
“A good number of them, since only five remain,” Rannick said. “It took the cold, snow, barely enough food to sustain them, and I believe seeing life, a good life, go on around them to realize their mistake.”