Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Tavia was not sure what was happening to her, but whatever it was, she did not want it to stop. Never had she felt so alive, so excited, so ready for whatever it was that gripped her with such pleasurable intensity.
She tore her mouth away from his to drop her head back against the wall and take much needed breaths. She loosened her arms from around his neck and gripped the top of his shoulders as best she could, the muscles thick and hard there. And she could not stop a soft groan that slipped out as he rubbed against her.
“Bhric,” she whispered with a soft breathlessness.
He saw the passionate plea in her eyes that she was close to climax and to his surprise so was he. But he would not have them couple here in the shed for their first time, though he would not deny her the pleasure of feeling what awaited her in their marriage bed.
“Bhric,” she urged on a whisper.
His name spilling with such urgency inflamed his passion and he would not be able to stop from spilling his seed if he did not end this now, and he did end it with a hard thrust against her. He quickly captured her scream of pleasure with a kiss.
Tavia shuddered as the last of the most exquisite feeling began to fade away and her lips fell away from her husband’s, glad he had caught her unexpected scream with a kiss. She would not want anyone hearing her or one of her husband’s warriors rushing in worried she was in danger or worse Fen rushing in and attacking Bhric thinking he had harmed her.
She was disappointed when he eased her feet to the ground and took a step back, so their bodies were no longer touching, though his arm remained around her waist. It was then she realized his touch was rigid and that he looked away from her as he took deep breaths. He had not responded as she had to what had transpired between them. Had he gotten no pleasure from it as she had?
“You found no pleasure with me?” she asked, concerned, having hoped for a mutual compatibility when it came to the marriage bed and all it entailed. Otherwise coupling would be nothing but a chore for them and that would not make for a good marriage.
His eyes were on hers in an instant, his words harsh. “When I spill my seed it will be inside you where it can take root and produce an heir to carry on the Clan MacShane name. At least now you have a taste of what to expect in the marriage bed and it appears that you will enjoy it.”
His blunt, cold response had her stepping away from him and going to the door where she stopped and turned to boldly say, “That, my lord, remains to be seen, for I know not if your manhood will be of an adequate size to please me.”
“What has you so surly today?” Sven asked.
“It is nothing,” Bhric snapped.
It had been hours since the incident in the shed with his wife and he was still fuming over it, though it was not his wife he was angry with, it was himself. He had not anticipated enjoying the unexpected intimate encounter with his wife as much as he had. And while he made sure to satisfy the women he had poked through the years, never had he felt the intense need to see a woman brought to pleasure as he had with his wife. His rambling thoughts had him questioning just what he felt for his wife. Had she sneaked inside him and somehow touched his heart? Could he actually care for the wee woman? Or did he more than care?
He had found himself looking forward to spending time with her, talking with her, and trying to ignore how much he wanted to kiss her. Then there had been the dreams of coupling with her, always waking before the final climax and too often having to please himself. A few times he had gone to the door that separated their bedchambers ready to end the foolish dictate he had declared for himself, but stopped, annoyed he was allowing his shaft instead of his head to rule.
When he had seen that Tavia followed him and Sven, he had set a quick plan to catch her. Sneaking her into the shed had not been part of it, that had been instinct. And he went and spoiled their enjoyable encounter with harsh words, though her parting remark definitely hit its mark and he almost stopped her from leaving to show her just how adequate his manhood was.
That he had taken his frustration out on her when she had been concerned enough to ask if he had enjoyed their encounter is what had been troubling him the most. Now he could not get her out of his mind nor could his manhood since he felt as if he were in a perpetual state of arousal.