Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Something was amiss in this part of the woods. She gasped quietly as she called to mind what the dead men had offered in return for their lives.
We will tell you who stalks the woods.
A sudden chill forced her out of bed and toward the heat of the hearth. She stood, letting the warmth sink into her while she let her thoughts explore.
What if someone did stalk this area of the woods? What if the person was evil enough that the animals, birds, and trees fled from him? What if this had nothing to do with the God of Death, but someone who held ill will against Varrick and wanted him to suffer, wanted to see him lose the trust of his clan, wanted to rob him of his dignity and honor?
But why? Why would someone want to do that to him?
Revenge? Hate? Jealousy? Greed?
She gasped and drew her shoulders up as arms wrapped around her, frightened by the unexpected touch. Then realizing it could be only one person, she whispered, “Varrick.”
“Aye,” he said, his warm breath brushing across her ear and sending gooseflesh running down her back.
Varrick had woken to see his wife standing in front of the hearth and wondered what she was about. After watching her, he realized she was deep in thought. Something had disturbed her enough to wake her. And oddly enough, her unease had woken him. He had thought to let her be, but seeing her standing there alone, her thoughts troubled, he wanted nothing more than to comfort her.
“Forgive me if I woke you,” she said softly, feeling his warmth seeping into her.
“Aye, you woke me, but there is no need for forgiveness. I do not like to see you alone with troubled thoughts.”
She turned in his arms, eager to tell him of her thoughts and felt his arousal brush against her. Words failed her as she stared into his heated blue eyes.
“I want you, wife. I want your love and all that goes with it. I want to feel you naked against me, join with you, feel your love, again and again and again.” Varrick thought he might be insane, but he did not care. He let himself sink into the insanity of love for he could explain it no other way.
“And I want you, husband, again and again and again,” Fia said, feeling her desire soar.
Varrick’s kiss quashed the words of love that rushed to his lips. He would not admit something as important as love in the thrill of the moment until he knew for sure, without a single doubt, that this was love and that he loved his wife freely and without any constraints. Only then would he tell her what his heart demanded he acknowledge… he loved her beyond measure.
He kissed her with a passion of a man who had been separated far too long from the woman he loved and was eager to show her how much he missed and loved her.
Instinct had Fia reaching out to free him of his garments, and he did the same to her. His hands were steady and sure, while hers were unsure but determined.
When all their garments lay pooled on the ground, they stood staring at each other for a moment. Varrick waited to see if she had changed her mind and when she smiled softly at him, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
It was a narrow bed and afforded no room for two people, but Fia eagerly turned on her side when he placed her down on it, making room for him.
Varrick laid beside her, eager to roam her luscious body and rested his hand on her hip as he kissed her, then said, “You are beautiful, and I am glad you are mine.”
Her heart melted at his loving words, and she rested her hand on his chest. “I want to touch you, come to know every part of you, love all of who you are.”
Her tender words tickled his heart and soared his passion. “You are welcome to touch me as often as you wish.” He did not stop the smile that surfaced on his face. “And I intend to touch you as often as I wish.”
His smile alone could fire her passion for him, but his words made her chuckle. “Then we may never stop touching each other.”
“A good thought,” he said and lowered his head to nuzzle at her neck.
That was all that was needed for their hands to begin to explore each other. His, again, steady and sure, and hers unsure but determined.
She gasped when his fingers teased her nipples and a moan rushed from her when his lips replaced his fingers, and his tongue did wildly wonderful things to her nipples, and the ache between her legs grew with his every touch.