Page 27 of Loving the Blacksmith
“I... I already am.” Well, if felt more as if the place between her thighs had swollen to twice its size, but she imagined that was what he meant. It was certainly throbbing, calling out to him.
He ignored her answer. “Lower your bodice, Agnes, or there will not be anything left of your dress to salvage. This is for me was well as for you. Ineedto suckle your perfect breasts. The memory of them has been driving me mad for days.”
She did as she was ordered.
A heartbeat later, a warm mouth engulfed her nipple. She squirmed, not knowing if she wanted to escape the searing heat or force him to suckle her harder. He held her ruthlessly in place while he feasted on her. Just when she thought she could not take it any longer, he surged upward, breaching her entrance. Agnes cried out. She had no idea if he’d sheathed his whole length inside her but it certainly felt like it.
He paused and slid in a fraction more, answering her question, and then he stilled, giving her time to absorb the new sensations.
“All right?” he rasped.
“Yes. Are you all right?” It had to be killing him not to move.
He gave something like a chuckle. “I will be in a moment, when I feel you relax around me. Breathe, lovely.”
She did, and as he’d foreseen, her body relaxed, allowing him to slide in a bit further. Oh, so she’d been mistaken to think he’dburied himself to the hilt. How much more was there to take? She already felt impossibly stretched.
“So good,” he breathed. “So perfect for me.”
The words he said between his teeth next were probably the filthiest she had ever heard, and they only inflamed her further. “Yes,” she moaned, now knowing what she was agreeing to. It didn’t seem to matter.
“I will not stop until you’ve come,” he said, his voice as gruff as if he’d issued a warning, when it was the most wonderful promise she had ever heard.
Slowly, he began pounding in earnest, holding her against the wall, legs spread wide. In that position, she could do nothing but take what he wanted to give her, at the speed he wanted to give it. And soon she understood that it was exactly what she needed.
She cried out when heat flooded her, dissolving everything in its path.
“Oh, Magnus, you’ve stolen my bones!”
This had to be the most ridiculous thing she, or anyone, had ever said but he didn’t laugh. Instead, he buried his face into her neck and bit her. It was gentle, but it was unmistakably a bite. The spasms he’d created between her legs, which had started to ebb, started anew.
She barely registered when he walked over to the pallet in the other room with his shaft still embedded deep within her. “My turn,” he said darkly, sliding one hand under her left knee to open her wider for his possession.
“Yes.”
Agnes had meant to watch him take his pleasure, knowing she would enjoy the sight of him poised over but she had not counted on the fact that feeling him surging inside her again and again would stir her desire anew, and she was unable to hold onto her resolve to watch him. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed of their own accord.
She whimpered and all too soon the overwhelming sensations she’d felt earlier flooded her, starting at the place where they were joined and radiating all through her body.
“Yes,” Magnus growled. “You again. Now me. Please, sweetheart, steal my bones. They’re yours anyway, as is every part of me.”
True to his promise, at the last moment, he withdrew and fisted his shaft, which seemed to have grown to inhumane proportions while inside her. The guttural cry he gave when he spurted like he had that day in the cave caused her insides to convulse. White splashes fell onto her stomach, deliciously warm and sticky. It was the most beautiful thing Agnes had ever seen, because it was the proof of his understanding and readiness to offer her the life she had always thought would be denied to her. It was the proof that she could have the choice over what was done to her body and he would respect it, no matter how strong his need for release.
Lost to the joy of the moment, she had forgotten all about the risks linked to their lovemaking. He had not. He had honored his word, at the cost of a great personal sacrifice, and made sure she didn’t have to face the consequences of her decision to marry before she was ready to do so. It was the best proof of love she had ever have received. Magnus hadn’t lied.
He wantedher, not just the pleasure her body could offer him.
Slowly, her gaze locked with his, she trailed a finger in the pearly substance coating her skin and swallowed back tears of gratitude.
“I love you, Magnus. One day soon, I promise, I will bear your children, the children you deserve. In the meantime, I will give you everything I have.”
“Everything?” He sounded out of breath, which was little wonder, considering what he’d been doing. By rights he should be unable to move. “Love, I would be happy with only half that.”
Her lips wobbled. How could she not love that man? “Be sure to remember it when I rail at you in anger, or make you do something you don’t want to do.”
He placed his forehead against hers in a tender, loving gesture. “Mm. This is what marriage is all about, I believe. I can’t wait.”
They remained side by side a long moment. Then Magnus placed a kiss on her temple. The gesture was so tender that it brought a tear to her eyes. Where was the wild lover who had pinned her to the wall only moments ago?
