Page 58 of The Guardian's Witch

She felt her cheeks flush. She didn’t move. She wanted the moment to last forever.

He set her down standing next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and she melted into the contours of his body. He closed the short distance between their lips and lightly kissed her, murmuring her name like a prayer.

Heat ran through her veins. Surely he could feel it. She tried to control the dizzying current that raced through her but it swept her along. And she didn’t care. His chest rumbled but she didn’t have any idea what he said. It didn’t matter. His hands moved gently down her back. The soothing motion made her lightheaded. He caressed her head then combed his fingers through her hair. The intimacy was almost too much to bear.

“It’s finer than silk and smells like lavender.” He crushed it in his hand and breathed in deeply. “I always know where you’ve been. It makes me hungry for you.”

She looked into eyes filled with longing and desire and answered him in kind. His eyes widened and he kissed her until she was breathless. When he stopped she ached for more.

He nuzzled her neck. Soft breath bathed her ear, making her insides quiver. His hands moved over her breasts. He kissed her neck while the soft pad of his thumb stroked her hardened nipple. She tingled under his fingertips. A love match? Was it possible? Someone let out a low ragged moan. She knew exactly how they felt.

* * *

He kissed her thoroughly. But he wanted more. He teased her mouth open with his tongue and swept inside. He felt her quiver before she tentatively touched his tongue with her own. Her boldness encouraged him.

The candle on the bed stand sputtered and died. He stroked her back and held her close while they grew accustomed to the dark. He untied the ribbons at the top of her nightdress and let it fall to her feet in a puddle. The glow of the hearth fire bathed her in a golden patina. The moving shadows seemed to lap at her full breasts and thighs. Faith. His body was hard and his feelings urgent. His dear wife was unaware that she was driving him mad.

He eased her onto the bed and gathered her to his side. The velvet touch of her hand on his cheek enticed him. He covered it with his own and kissed her palm. She moved her body closer to his.Mine. The thought had lost its edge and was truly tender.

She curled into the curve of his body. With a slow, steady hand he began his assault. He kissed the hollow at her throat and marched down the gentle slope of her chest until he captured her breast with a kiss. He declared victory when he took her tempting nipple in his mouth. He didn’t think he could get any harder until her low ragged moan inflamed him.

* * *

His touch felt familiar, but she didn’t dwell on that. Once again he paid homage to her breasts and played no favorites. Each touch, lick and nip aroused a melting heat deep inside her. She was dizzy with passion and gripped the linens to keep from floating away.

His hand trailed down her body and rested gently on her stomach while he ministered to her breasts. The building heat washed over her. When he rested his hand on the tangle of hair at the juncture of her legs she whimpered and waited. Her body had a mind of its own and arched instinctively to his touch.

Slowly he slipped his finger into her wet cleft and held it there. At her quick intake of breath he paused but a moment. With his thumb he rubbed her nub. Her body answered with a rhythmic movement that seemed to drive him on. He flicked her sensitive spot then stroked it gently. He nipped her breast and soothed it with his tongue.

“Alex,” she whispered.

“Yes, love?” He didn’t stop.

“Alex,” she said more insistently. She loosened her hold on the linen. He took her hand and encouraged her to explore his body. She touched his shaft, rubbed its length and was rewarded with a guttural growl that inflamed her.

* * *

Her touch would be his undoing. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep control. He eased on top of her. “Spread your legs for me,” he said in a strained and husky voice. He nudged them open with his knee and settled between them. She spread her legs a little more. That was all the encouragement he needed. He wanted her first time to be better than any dream she could imagine. He entered her slowly, giving her time to accommodate to his size, and stopped at her maidenhead.

She ran her hands over his body, across his shoulders, down his arms. He lowered himself onto his elbows, crushed his chest against her breasts and reveled in the silky feel of them. She reached around and started her exploration at the base of his neck and didn’t stop until she reached the small of his back. There her hands paused until she stroked the rise of his backside.

He couldn’t hold still a moment longer. He pushed through her thin veil and stopped when she whimpered.

“Lisbeth. I don’t want to hurt you but there is no other way.”

She looked deeply into his eyes. “Husband, you could never hurt me. Love me more.” Her body arched up and took all of him in.

He strained every muscle to withdraw slowly and prolong the pleasure for them both but she would not have it. She arched up again forcing him to be buried deep inside. Before he could move, her hips dropped and came crashing up again and again and again. He was lost to her rhythm and took his lead from her.

* * *

With each stroke she squirmed beneath him but he held her fast. Small waves crescendoed and consumed her. Bursts of excitement made her skin tingle and throb as the feeling intensified.

He paused for a moment.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begged and kept up the steady motion.

“No, love, I won’t stop. Wrap your legs around me. I want more of you.”

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