Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Saber approached her quickly, snagged her around the waist and lowered his head to whisper, “Hungry, but not for food.” He loved that her cheeks turned soft pink when he teased her. Sometimes they would blossom red, but that was mostly when they were intimate.
“You hungry too?” he asked and the color of her cheeks deepened answering for her.
“We should eat,” she said.
“Aye,” he said and lowered his head to steal a kiss and nibble at her lower lip when done.
She wondered if it was at all proper to desire her husband as much as she did. She had been well aware of her wifely duty but never had she considered how much she would enjoy it. She hurried into the cottage, shedding her cloak and basket, ready to prepare supper, though it wasn’t food she hungered for.
Her husband followed after her and she turned, a gasp catching in her throat when her eyes met his potent green ones. Passion flared in them hot and anxious, scalding her to fever pitch. She didn’t hesitate. She couldn’t. Her body demanded and who was she to deny such a demand?
Saber’s arm caught around her waist and he hoisted her up to be able to kiss her without bending over. And kiss her he did. He had ached for her lips all day. He had had to stop himself from going to her cottage and sealing them in there for the whole day. It wasn’t that he couldn’t get enough of her. It was that he didn’t feel whole unless buried deep inside her. And he hadn’t felt whole in a long time.
She clamped her arms around his neck relieved to be in his arms again. It was where she belonged—always.
“Can’t wait,” he said when he broke away from her lips after feeding hungrily off them and finally allowing them both to breathe.
She felt the same, though had no time to say so, since he hoisted her up higher quickly. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him for balance and held on.
His arm slipped beneath her bottom, giving it a firm squeeze as he walked to brace her back against the door. “Lift your garments.”
She did so without question, glad she had not worn stockings. then grabbed at his plaid to push it aside. His thick shaft probed between her legs and with little difficultly entered her with such swiftness and sinking deeply that she banged her head against the door when she dropped it back an “OH!” rushing from her mouth.
His firm stance had him thrusting easily into her, battering her with quick, strong jabs each one feeling more divine than the last. Her passion mounted fast and hard and ended far more quickly than she would have liked, but more satisfying than she ever would have imagined. Her husband’s rumbling groan brought a smile to her face. He was near finished, she could tell, then suddenly, without warning, she sparked to life again.
“OH!” she cried out.
Saber smiled, then whispered, “Join me.”
He kept his eyes on hers and his intense desire fueled her passion to the point she thought her body would surely explode.
“Saber!” she cried with a shaky breath.
“Hold tight,” he ordered and squeezed her bottom as he thrust rapidly into her.
Elysia screamed out his name and kept tight hold of her husband as pleasure exploded with an intensity that sent shudder after shudder throughout her body. He joined her, his own powerful shout and forceful shudder bringing a satisfying smile to her face.
Saber remained inside her, not ready or willing to leave her just yet. Sparks of pleasure lingered and he wanted to savor each one. He often lingered in her after making love. She was warm and snug like a loving hug that he never wanted to let go of.
He suddenly recalled the bang he heard of her head hitting the door and he drew his head back from where it rested next to her cheek. “Your head?”
His striking green eyes showed concern, but it was the passion that lingered there, small flares shooting up now and again that she loved seeing the most.
“A slight bump, no more,” she assured with a soft smile.
He rested his brow to hers and whispered, “I couldn’t wait. I missed you.”
“I missed you and I’m glad you didn’t wait,” she said, hearing worry in his voice that she may not have liked the quick roughness of their coupling.
He kissed her gently and looked like he was about to say something and stopped, then kissed her gently once again, before whispering, “I will be a good husband.”
She laughed softly. “You are more than a good husband. You are a superior husband.”
He chuckled. “Am I now?”
“Far superior,” she said.
The smile his chuckle had left faded. “If only that were true.”
“It is true,” she insisted. “Never doubt my word, for I only speak the truth to you.”