Page 104 of The Irish Gypsy
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Going back to my own bed. We can't have theservants find me in here."
"Get back into bed. Now lie down," hecommanded. "An hour is no good to me; I'm going to keep you abedfor a week."
When they arose the next morning, Kittydiscovered the young pair had left. She puzzled over theirwhereabouts, hoping Patrick's temper hadn't driven them away.
Kitty had horses saddled for Patrick andherself and they rode about the estate; she dreamy-eyed andlanguid, he bound by the spell of her beauty.
"This must be one of the most beautifulplaces on earth. You know I never could buy it from you," hesaid.
"I don't want it to be yours, nor mine; it'sours. Ours to share forever," she said wistfully.
When the evening closed in and darknessdescended, Kitty peered out the window for signs of the missingpair. Patrick had disappeared into the kitchen an hour past. All ofa sudden the door burst open and a radiant Barbara announced, "Wewere married!"
"How? Where?" asked Kitty, completely takenby surprise.
"Patrick arranged a special license for us,"said Terry.
"The four of us are going to have a weddingcelebration!" shouted Patrick, coming through the door with abottle of champagne in each hand.
"Where in the world did you conjure thatfrom?" asked Kitty, amazed.
"Didn't I tell you last night I could performtricks that would leave you breathless?" He winked.
She blushed at his meaning.
Terry laughed. "What's a wedding without acoarse jest or two?"
Patrick shouted, "Did you hear the one aboutthe duchess who...."
"Enough of that, you rogue!" screeched Kitty,throwing a cushion at him.
The wedding supper was a delightfully happytime, with toast after toast being drunk to the newlyweds.
Much later, in love's afterglow as Patrickcaressed the silken curve of her back, he said, "God, how I envythem! I'm going to go to Charles when we get back and ask him torelease you."
"No, Patrick you mustn't!" she cried."Promise me you won't! If you love me, you won't!"
"You seek to tie me hand and foot. Don't youunderstand I want all or nothing?" he demanded.
"Promise me!" she insisted.
He groaned, "I promise not to confront him,but I'll do everything in my power to separate you from him andbind you closer to me." He crushed her in a demanding embrace.
Patrick swept the covers from her and kneltabove her in a towering passion. His face was hard and dark, hiseyes stained with desire. "Lord God, how I'm going to make youquiver," he vowed.
His tongue anointed her from throat to thigh,every silken inch, every secret cleft, until Kitty lay in alove-drunk sprawl. "I'd love to do these wicked things to you if itweren't so wrong," she breathed huskily.
He murmured open-mouthed against the softinside of her thigh, "When we share a bed there is no such thing aswrong, no such thing as sin, no such thing as forbidden." He drewher hand to his shaft to show her the enormous effect she had onhim. Her fingertips brushed across the velvet head, drawing forth adrop of liquid love juice.
Kitty knew an overwhelming desire to tastehim. She raised her fingertips to her lips and sucked the taste ofhim from them. It was a mix of salt, spice and smoke, all heavilyscented with pure male animal. Without coherent thought she sliddown his body and drew him whole into her hot, wet mouth.
Patrick's cry echoed round the bedchamber andshe knew an insatiable need to hear the dark, hoarse, intimatesounds again. Patrick was determined not to waste his seed in sucha frivolous way. He pushed her back down on the bed and entered herwith a thrust that sent him deeper than he'd ever been before. Ashe felt his seed start he groaned, "You know I cannot give you upnow. Not even if you beg me."
As his white-hot life poured into her, shewas too far gone in rapture to even hear him.
Their time together was over. Kitty laycradled in his arms inside the coach. They were traveling to thecoast together, but she insisted on taking the public ferry back toLiverpool.
