Page 77 of Once Upon A Haunted Castle
Chapter Eight
He had neverheard more precious words. She wanted him. In spite of the terrible cost of loving him, she wanted him.
And God knew, he wanted her. His hands shook as he drew her closer and touched his lips to hers. Remembering where her wounds pained her the most, he avoided touching her there as he took possession of her mouth and thrust his tongue in to taste her deeply. Had she grown sweeter in their month apart?
When she sighed against his mouth, accepting his kiss and opening more to bring him in deeper, Alex fought for control. Whether or not she desired this, him, she was wounded and he needed to have a care for her. He moved his hands up to cup her head as he kissed her mouth and then slid down to taste the line of her jaw and the sensitive place below her ear. Her shiver and moan spoke of his success in arousing her.
His body hardened and his muscles tensed with each sound and each taste. His cock rose, ready to fill her. His mouth watered as the thoughts of what he would like to do raced through his mind.
Everything,it whispered.All of it. Leave no place on her untouched, untasted, or unclaimed.Oh, he could very easily do that and spend the hours here exploring her so thoroughly that he could make her respond to even his voice. But....
This could not be that night. This needed to be one of pleasure and comfort for her. Alex drew back, loving the breathlessness of her when he did. Her lovely green eyes almost glowed as she watched him. Her lips already looked well-loved and he had only begun. Sliding his hands into her long blond hair, he loosened her braid and drew the locks around her.
“Let me,” he said as she reached up and tugged on the laces of her gown.
He batted her hands away and smiled. Though it would be easier for him to lift both her gown and shift up and off, it would hurt her to move that way, so he unlaced the gown down the front until he could slide it off her shoulders. His hands may have shaken as he loosened the shift and pushed it down.
Following its path down her body, he caressed her breasts and belly and thighs as the cloth fell. She arched against his hand, her legs easing apart and asking for more. His mouth moved along the same path, her nipples tightened when he licked and then suckled them. And the sounds, the wondrous sounds of arousal and pleasure she made, spurred his own desire higher and higher.
Her belly rippled as he kissed there and he felt her hands tangle in his hair, grasping and pushing him on, when he reached the flaxen curls that guarded the center of her. Kneeling before her, he pressed his mouth there and he glided his fingers between her thighs and into the heated wetness.
She rocked her hips then, sliding away and then back against his hand. Her own hands became frantic in his hair and held his face against her. Alex needed to be inside her. As though hearing his thoughts, she gasped out.
“Take me, Alex. Come inside and finish this, I pray you!”
She had never been reticent or shy about their joinings or their mutual pleasure and he offered a prayer of thanks that she was not now. He leaned back on his heels and looked up at his beloved. Isabel looked like a goddess then, standing naked before him—her skin flushed with arousal, her nipples taut and tight and her eyes dark and dusky now.
He wasted no more time then. He tugged his shirt off and loosened his belt, dropping the length of plaid to the floor as he stood before her. Her gaze dropped to his hardened flesh and it pulsed in reaction. He did not bother with his boots. Alex took her hands in his and stepped back until the pallet was at his feet. Then, he climbed backwards onto it and eased her to her knees over him. She smiled when she understood what he was doing.
“Will this be an easier way?” he asked, even as she moved closer, bringing her heated flesh over his cock. Alex leaned over and suckled on one dark rose nipple and then the other, loving the way her body arched against his mouth.
“Aye, aye, aye,” she whispered, with each slide of her body.
Her words became a chant that urged him on. Alex eased his hand between them and stroked the heated folds of her woman’s flesh. Slow then faster. Gentle then harder. Along the outside and then into her flesh. Her expressive face told him when he was doing it right for her. Those green eyes drifted shut and her head tilted back as he pleasured her. Isabel’s mouth opened as her breaths came in panting gasps, faster and faster until he knew he needed to be deep inside her.
He lifted her forward and slid his cock in, her hips canting so he could enter. Gasp followed gasp until her breathing became one long inhalation as she slid down his flesh, taking him all inside her body. His cock swelled then, her muscles surrounding his length and arousing it even more.
“Isabel,” he whispered. “I am home.”
She opened her eyes at his words and a single tear tracked down one cheek. He leaned forward carefully and kissed its path as it fell. Alex held her face in his hands, seated as deeply as he could be, and kissed her, pouring his love into her, as his seed would soon do. He lay back down then, drawing her with him until her golden hair fell around both of them like a curtain of the finest silk. Supporting her arms, he rocked his hips, sliding in and out of her tightness with each movement.
“Does it hurt you, love?” he asked, searching her face for any sign of pain.
“Nay, Alex.” She smiled then, licking her lips and shaking her head. “It feels wondrous.”
Their bodies soon found the rhythm they sought and everything within him grew tighter and hard. The center of her began to spasm around his erect flesh and she leaned her head back, moaning out a sound that filled his heart with joy and pleasure. He thrust faster and faster, deeper within her, over and over, until his seed poured out of him.
No words were spoken for several minutes. Isabel relaxed and lay over him, her breasts against his chest, their hips closed, and their flesh yet joined. She tucked her head under his chin and Alex reached up to gather her hair in his hand. Stroking her head, he whispered of his love.
Only a soft snore revealed that she slept there in his arms, draped over him like the finest silk. His own body satisfied and his heart full, Alex dozed while she slept. A slight tensing was his first sign that she woke.
Isabel came toher senses, warm and relaxed and in less pain than she had felt in weeks. She should feel some embarrassment that she had fallen asleep on top of her husband, even while his male flesh remained within her. She should, but she did not.
“Are you well, Isabel?” he whispered. She heard his words and felt them rumble underneath her cheek where she lay against his chest. “Did I....”
She stopped his words with a kiss before he could ask her again.
“You did not hurt me, Alex.” She kissed him again before trying to push herself off him. Truly, she should move since they were not... not.... Or were they?
