Page 78 of Once Upon A Haunted Castle
“Then, I pray you, stay,” he urged. As he smiled at her, his cock began to harden within her.
Though they had loved and joined many times, this had not happened before. She tried to remain still as she felt his flesh fill her. Her inner muscles responded without her command, tightening around him in an echo of her recent release.
“Again?” she asked, enjoying the sensation of it.
“Only if you wish,” he said, sliding himself out of her slowly. “You should rest.”
He had taken such care not to hurt her while he saw to her needs and his. Her heart felt revived after making love with him. Aches and pains had been replaced by such sweet pleasure and now he held back for fear of her comfort.
“Mayhap once more?” she teased.
He laughed then and dragged her face to his, kissing her deeply. She reached out to stroke his face and then slid her hands down to his hips. Every inch of him was strong. Every part muscled. And it was hers to enjoy. Isabel lifted her mouth from his to catch her breath and watched his face for a moment.
His mouth curved into a smile that would have tempted any woman. And it did and it had, as she had seen the first time she watched him in the village. He was an unabashed flirt, smiling and moving from woman to woman, plying his good looks much as a baker plied his bread. A tease here. Some playful words there. Within a short time, he had gathered quite a few admirers from the women who strolled through the market that morn.
She had been dressed not to be noticed there, enjoying a short respite from being the chieftain’s daughter and walking amongst their village. Isabel had donned an unremarkable gown and worn a kerchief over her hair that day and still he smiled as he passed. Having seen him use his wiles on so many that morn, she laughed aloud when he smiled alluringly and greeted her.
At first, he had tried again and then a different ploy to make her fall over him as the others had. Then, when she just shook her head and laughed again at his antics, he changed. It was in that moment of change, when she glimpsed something within him that he hid from most, that she began to fall in love with him.
The next encounters and interludes together just confirmed it—for good or bad, familiar or stranger, she wanted him to be the one to whom she gave herself, heart, body and soul.
And now she had done that.
“I love you,” she whispered as he moved within her. She pushed herself up as though to sit and he moaned then. Now she smiled. “Am I hurting you?”
He laughed aloud and shook his head, grabbing her by her hips. Now it was her turn to moan, for somehow, somehow, he managed to thrust deeper with just a move of his hips. But, he did it slowly and she could feel as each and every inch of him plunged into her and then withdrew almost to the tip. She was the one to cry out then and she clutched his hips by tightening her knees around him.
He wanted it slow. She wanted it fast.
In the end, they both won that battle for their loveplay continued for several hours, as the storm she had predicted would be bad was just that. But in their cottage, closed away from the world, it was just the two of them and, for a while, their troubles seemed to melt away.
When the morning arrived, clear and crisp and dry, Isabel felt better than she had in weeks. In the dark of the night, they had renewed their vows, one to the other and in the light of day she knew one thing—nothing or no one would ever part them again.
