Page 30 of The Unencumbered Warrior
She raised her hips, eager for him to go deeper.
“Hold tight to me,” he said.
She gripped his arms and threw her hips up just as he slipped further in, driving him deep inside her.
She gasped loudly at the sting she felt but the pleasure overtook any discomfort.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked concerned.
“Nay. Nay,” she groaned.
He grinned and whispered, “Tame your moans or the whole village will hear you.”
She gasped again, then shut her mouth tightly.
“Hold on,” he said, and they soon were both lost in a world of pleasure.
She kept her moans trapped away when she wanted nothing more than to scream out with passion. She had no choice but to open her mouth, needing more breath, and she panted softly as her pleasure mounted.
Raff watched her, seeing the pleasure on her face increased his own.
After a few moments, she managed to say, “I—I—I?—”
Raff saw she was about to climax, and he rushed his mouth to cover hers and captured her scream as she burst with satisfaction. He followed soon after, throwing his head back and stifling his own roar.
They lay side by side bathing in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their hands clasped, their breathing beginning to calm and their heated bodies beginning to cool.
“That was amazing,” Ingrid said.
“Aye, it was,” he agreed, squeezing her hand lightly.
“I am glad we handfasted and didn’t wait. And I think it would be better for everyone to know we are wed.”
He turned on his side. “Why is that?”
Ingrid turned toward him as well. “I want us to be together, share our meals together, sleep together, like any husband and wife does. I want all the time I can get with you.”
“What about your mum?”
“I will deal with her when the time comes. Besides, we can appease her by holding a ceremony during the harvest festival.”
“I am glad and relieved that you feel that way, since I don’t know how I would have kept myself away from you. You are home to me, the place I feel safe and loved.”
“Then tomorrow we will tell everyone, and you will move your things—home.”
“I can’t wait,” he said and took her in his arms, a chill running over them both.
Ingrid sprang up in bed and looked around as if she expected to see someone.
Raff sat up as well. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you feel that chilled breeze that swept around us?” she asked.
He nodded. “A draft.”
“That was too strong for a draft.”
Raff grabbed the blanket to pull over them as he fell back on the bed taking Ingrid with him. “It matters not. We can keep each other warm.”
