Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
This time she shivered from his words.
“The choice is yours; I will not force you. I want our joining to be one of love, our marriage to be one of love, our life together to be one of love. I will have it no other way.”
He placed her on the ground, and her eyes filled with tears.
“You are truly a man of honor.”
“Without honor a man is nothing.” He raised his hand to wipe away the single tear that slipped slowly down her cheek.
She kissed the palm of his hand. “My tear falls out of love, not shame or regret or doubt, but pure love.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “Then let me love you.”
She hesitated but a brief moment, then her hand went to the blanket at his waist. “Let us both love.”
His blanket fell away as his hand reached for the fold of her blanket and released it to fall at her feet. They stood naked in the mouth of the cave.
“You are beautiful,” Magnus said softly, then scooped her up into his arms and walked to the campfire, lowering them both to the blankets.
He stretched out alongside her, ran his fingers though her hair, and smiled as her arms reached out to wrap around him and draw him near.
His body felt deliciously good against hers, warm and hard and soft all at once, and the taste of him—she did not want to stop tasting him. The more she tasted, the more she hungered for him. She could not get enough of him.
His hands explored her, touching and titillating her senses beyond reason.
“Your skin is like silk,” he whispered and nibbled her ear. “And your breasts—” He cupped her breast in his hand. “A perfect size for me to hold and enjoy.” His mouth descended on her nipple, and with slow licks it disappeared into his mouth.
She moaned and grasped his arms, holding tight while he took his pleasure and gave her pleasure.
His mouth drifted down, and he rained soft kisses on her belly. He did not stop and continued to taste every part of her, making her squirm and moan with pleasure.
She soon lost complete control of her senses. Nothing mattered but his touch, his kiss, his loving. She wanted to scream, laugh and cry all at once, and she wanted him never to stop loving her as he did this night.
He moved over her, rubbing his heated body against hers, and she felt the length and hardness of him.
“I need to touch you,” she said, her words an urgency that spilled hastily from her lips. She pushed at his chest to force him onto his back so that she could have her way.
He did not argue, and when her hand slipped around him in slow curiosity, he grew harder.
“You feel like silk,” she said, surprised, and ran her finger up and down the length of him before her hand completely encircled him. Once again she tested the feel of him.
He moaned before speaking with haste. “If you continue to excite me with your touch, this night will end quickly.”
“But you feel so very good.” Her hand moved down to cup him delicately, and she moaned herself. “I do so want you.”
To his surprise she climbed on top of him.
“This is permitted?”
He laughed and groaned. “Aye, very permitted.” Then he took a breath and grabbed hold of her slim hips to hold her steadfast. “But this is your first time and it may be painful for you this way, and I want you to suffer no pain.”
“I will feel no pain,” she insisted, moving against him in a motion that was instinctive and natural.
He groaned, his own body joining hers in the rhythm. “You will tell me if you do?”
“Aye,” she said on a moan and moved to slowly settle herself down on him.
He reached out and touched her intimately, firing her passion even more. She groaned and flung her head back, arching her body as she descended down on him. Then she leaned forward, her long dark hair tickling his face, her hands pressing firm on his shoulders.
His hands went to her waist, and he attempted to assist her, hoping to ease her slowly down on the full length of him so that she would feel nothing but pleasure. But she was lost in her passion and she was intent on feeling all of him.
“Easy,” he warned.
“Nay,” she said on a cry. “I need to feel all of you.”
“You will hurt.”
“You will never hurt me,” she said on a rushed breath, kissed him soundly, then forced him completely into her in one solid thrust. She let out a sigh of absolute pleasure, and her smile was wide as she moved and swayed like a woman born to love.
Magnus groaned at the feel of her so tight and hot around him, and he lost his senses.