Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Her arms suddenly dropped to her side. “Why aren’t you undressed yet? While I would love to take time and make love, I just don’t think I’d last. We need to be quick about it tonight. We can always take our time in the morning.”
Royden never got undressed so fast in his life and he was surprised when his wife hurried to take his leather cuff off his stump. He went to pull his arm away.
“Please don’t,” she said softly. “My heart aches for you that you lost your hand, but better your hand than your life. You are no different to me with one hand then you were with two.” She took it and placed it between her breasts. “You’re here with me. That’s all that matters.”
Royden’s arm shot around her waist and he yanked her close and before his lips came down on hers, he said quickly, “Good God, Oria, I love you so much.”
Her arms went around his neck and as they kissed with an urgent need, he lifted her so her feet faintly brushed the floor as he walked to the bed.
She tore her mouth away from his. “I can’t wait.”
“Either can I,” he admitted and dropped her on the bed. “On your hands and knees,” he ordered with a smile that was far from playful.
Oria didn’t hesitate to do as he said, far too eager to have him inside her.
He fit his shaft easily between her legs, a wetness greeting him, letting him know she was more than ready.
“Hurry, I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she urged, wiggling her backside against his poking shaft.
That did it for Royden—he plunged into her.
“Oh!” she cried out, digging her hands in the blankets as he slammed against her with the most exquisite pleasure.
Royden feared he’d explode there and then, she clamped so tightly around him and when she began to meet his powerful thrusts with her own, rocking her backside against him, that was it. There was no way he’d change positons now on them. It felt too damn good and they were far too close to climax to ruin it for either of them. Besides, he loved watching her round, firm bottom smack against him with unbridled passion.
“I can’t wait! I can’t wait!” Oria cried out, her passion having soared so fast she had no control over it.
Royden was relieved, since either could he.
Her scream was cut short as a tremendous wave of passion smacked into her stealing her breath.
Royden let out his own roar as he was devoured by the most powerful burst of pleasure he’d ever experienced and it didn’t stop as he continued to plunge into her drawing out every bit of pleasure for the both of them. When he heard her gasp—as if catching her breath—and she began to moan again, he knew she was on the verge of another climax and he made sure not to stop, but to feed her mounting passion with more hard thrusts.
After the waves of pleasure faded along with their strength, they both collapsed beside each other. Their bodies were damp with sweat and their breathing heavy, yet a slight smile tickled at the corners of their lips.
“It gets,”—she paused for a needed breath— “better and,” —another breath was needed—“better.”
“Aye,” he agreed, his labored breathing not letting him say any more than that, so he reached out for her hand. He smiled when she clasped onto to his hand as soon as he touched hers. It was important to him to hold on to her, never let her slip away from him again. It was a fear that lingered too often in him. Even when she was here beside him in bed, he worried she could be taken from him again.
Oria released his hand and turned to cuddle against him, pleased when his arm went around her to keep him close. “Never again will we be separated,” she said, her breathing having slowed.
They had often thought alike and he was pleased that that was something that hadn’t changed between them.
“Aye, never again,” he said with such resolve that it sounded like a decree.
They drifted off to sleep, Oria waking from a chill and left her husband’s arm to grab the blanket at the end of the bed.
Her movement woke him from a dead sleep and his hand shot out to grab her arm. “Where are you going?”
“To get the blanket. I’m chilled,” she said, a shiver running through her.
He released her arm and she pulled the blanket over them, settling against him once again.
“I’ll warm you,” Royden whispered as he slipped over her.
“It may take a while. I’m really cold,” she said with a soft laugh.
“Don’t worry. I promise you’ll be hot in no time,” he said with a chuckle and kept his promise.
Chapter 17
“Those who have returned have settled in well this past week,” Oria said, looking out on the village from the top step of the keep.