Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Elsie let out a gasp when she was swept off her feet and into a tight embrace.
“You are all mine now, wife.”
Elsie grinned in anticipation.
CHAPTER 19
They rushed to the keep hand in hand, Cavell scooping her up in his arms once in the Great Hall. Some servants smiled and others giggled watching their chieftain and his wife head for the stairs and whispers of Mistress Elsie getting with child soon circled the room.
Cavell gave no thought to anything but his wife and he hurried up the stairs with her tucked in his arms. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind since they had spoken of a rendezvous. His thoughts grew to a craving that had been difficult to ignore until he finally surrendered to the gnawing hunger for his wife.
“I want you naked,” he whispered in her ear, then nipped along it with his teeth.
Elsie shivered, his playful nips sending gooseflesh rushing over her and igniting her passion that had simmered since they had parted.
“I love seeing every inch of you naked,” he said, pushing the door to their bedchamber open with his shoulder.
She chuckled and hugged his neck, admitting something she never expected to enjoy. “I like seeing you naked as well.”
Cavell kicked the door shut with his foot, then nuzzled near her ear. “I have a premonition that we will be naked often.”
He set her on her feet, and they hurried out of their garments, and she barely discarded the last of her garments when his hands landed on her waist, and he lifted her. Instinct had her wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms going around his neck, and when she did, his hands moved to cup her backside and his mouth settled on her lips in a hungry kiss.
Her husband had kissed her many times but there was something different about this kiss, a deeper connection of sorts, as if they became one, and an intoxicating mix of emotions ran through her sending her desire spiraling.
The kiss heated, turning more demanding, and suddenly she was shoved against the wall as her husband tore his mouth away from hers, leaving her breathless.
“I am far too hungry for you, wife,” he said through labored breaths.
“Not as hungry as I am for you,” she said and cupped his face in her hands. “Take me now, husband, or I will be spent before you slip into me.”
Cavell dropped his brow to rest against hers and warned with a growl deep in his throat. “I will ride you hard.”
“Stop teasing me and do it,” she urged.
He swung around away from the wall and carried her to the bed and dropped her down on it. “On your knees,” he ordered and flipped her over to slip his arm under her waist and pull her onto her knees.
He positioned himself behind her, grabbing hold of her backside as he slipped easily into her wet, tight sheath, and her groan of pleasure joined his own. He moved slow at first, but not for long, his need and her own too great to linger. He plunged into her hard and fast and he saw her grip the bedding to keep herself as steady as possible as her moans grew with his every thrust.
He held his pleasure at bay wanting them both to linger in it, let the depths of their pleasure sink deeper so that their climax would be that more powerful.
Elsie squeezed her eyes shut tight and gripped even tighter to the bedding as she groaned from the pleasure of his hard plunges. Good Lord, but it felt good, far too good for it to end too soon.
The feel and sound of flesh slapping against flesh intensified the senses as did his fingers digging into her backside as he held her firmly. His strength alone was intoxicating but it was the power of his thrusts driving her closer and closer—she cried out his name, letting him know she was close, so close.
He increased his rhythm just enough to send her over the edge and explode with pure passion and she enjoyed it even more when she heard him roar in satisfaction. She loved that he continued to thrust into her to get every last ounce of pleasure he could for them both since it caused her to climax again, not as hard but just as pleasurable.
Cavell dropped his head back with one last forceful groan and eased his grip on his wife’s backside. Then he slipped gently out of her, and she collapsed down on the bed. He stretched out beside her, tugging her on her side to rest against him.
“You are all right, aren’t you? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked softly near her ear.
“You tortured me with immense pleasure,” she said with a chuckle. “And I loved every moment of it.