Page 71 of Saxon Blade Norman Blood
William bit his lip and let out a growl. She guessed he was calling on all his powers of restraint to last until she’d been satisfied.
She gave him a brief thank you kiss.
At first, he let her find a rhythm which suited her but when pleasure built inside her again, she made a series of little moans that sent him over the edge. He grabbed her hips in a strong hold and bucked upward to meet her, thrust for thrust.
Yes! This was exactly what she needed. Rowena dug her nails into his shoulders, loving the way he’d taken over, making the movements a lot more satisfying. Water sloshed out of the tub, but neither of them cared. He reared upward in one mighty surge, and she gave a startled cry, something between a mewling sound and a gasp.
“Forgive me,” he rasped, stopping at once. “I got carried away.”
“Oh no, don’t stop, not now,” she urged, grinding her hips against his. She needed more friction, more heat. All the pain was gone, replaced by the most exquisite pleasure. “More, William, please, mo…”
The rest of the word was lost in a rasp when she fell, shuddering, against his chest. The furious clenching of her release triggered his in turn. He closed his arms around her andstilled after pumping inside her one last time, flooding her with delicious warmth.
Rowena thought she had lost her body. Surely it had dissolved in the water around her. She lay in William’s arms for a long moment, floating on the edge of consciousness. Everything around her was liquid, apart from the solidity of his embrace.
To think a few weeks ago she had thought it would be demeaning to sit on a man’s lap to be made love to. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Idly, she wondered what else she would discover in William’s arms in the weeks to come and smiled. A lifetime of such delights was ahead of them.
“Are you all right, my love?” he asked, his own chest heaving with the intensity of his pleasure.
Somehow she found the strength to lift her head. “I am more than all right. This was…”
She rubbed her cheek against his smooth chest as she searched for the best word to describe the experience. She could not find a single one, whether in his language or hers.
“I know. It was like that for me too.” William gave her cheek a tender stroke.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I’m afraid I forgot to tell you before.”
He chuckled. “I love you too. Didn’t I say?”
“No. But I guessed you did. After all, you asked me to marry you.”
“Yes. I suppose that made it clear.”
They stayed tangled for a long moment then she gave a shiver. “I’m cold,” she admitted with laughter in her voice. It seemed an awfully mundane thing to say after what they had just experienced but she was chilled.
“Yes. So am I. I was waiting for you to be ready before moving, but I’m about to go numb with cold. Let’s get out.”
Rowena stood up—and William groaned.
“What is it?” Was he in pain?
“Do you have any idea how arousing you are right now?” he asked, looking at the water cascading down her body, gliding over her breasts and rushing to the soft center of her. “I am anything but cold all of a sudden.”
With a smile she wrapped herself in one of the linen sheets lying by the tub then turned around in time to see him emerge from the tub. Her mouth opened in shock when she saw the hardness jutting between his legs.
William looked her straight in the eye, then glanced briefly downward. “Now you know why I wanted to be in the water when you entered the room. I thought it might frighten you to see a man’s arousal.”
She gulped. He had shown incredible foresight. Had she seen this before he had taken her into his arms, she would have panicked. As it was, she had to accept that, however big and hard it seemed to be, it could enter her body without causing any damage to her. Quite the opposite.
“Thank you. But… does that mean you want me again?” she asked shyly.
“Yes. I do want you,” he acknowledged ruefully, wrapping a linen sheet around his loins. “I cannot lie, you have just seen how much. But I cannot take you again so soon. You will be sore. Don’t worry, it will go down after a while.”
“Will it?” Feeling bold, she allowed the linen sheet to fall to the floor. Suddenly she wasn’t cold either.
William took in a sharp breath. “It won’t if you do this,” he warned, feasting his eyes on her curves.
“Oh. And if I did that?” Moved by a wicked impulse, she brought her hands up to cup her breasts.
