A chill ran through her and she hurried to finish and slip on the soft wool shift she had draped over the chair near the fireplace. Its warmth chased away her chill and not wanting to lose the comforting pleasure, she rushed into the other room and crawled beneath the covers. This time she sighed with contentment and snuggled her face into Cree’s pillow inhaling his enticing scent.
Damn, but she missed him. She wished that he was there with her, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his fingers exploring her naked flesh, his lips tickling her ear with sinful whispers of what he intended to do to her. How he would make her come over and over. And how he loved the way she moved against him, as if she couldn’t get enough of him, always wanting more and more.
She turned flopping on her back exasperated. If he was here right now, she would climb on top of him, ease herself down on him since when enlarged he was quite a size, a size that brought her endless pleasure. Then she would ride him until she…
What was she thinking? She abruptly stopped from touching herself having realized what she was about to do. She didn’t need to feel herself to know that she was wet and throbbing for Cree to fill her. Whatever was the matter with her thinking such sinful thoughts? She should be ashamed of herself, but she wasn’t.
She loved how Cree made her feel, loved the way her body surrendered to his every touch, loved when he slipped inside her and took her hard and fast or slow and easy. Then there were the times that he had her begging for mercy, tapping his arm harder and harder until he finally drove into her with such hard thrusts that she burst in two quick climaxes.
Lord forgive her, she loved making love with the devil.
She squirmed in bed suddenly feeling heated, her skin breaking out in a light sweat and it was then she realized that her hand had betrayed her and had drifted between her legs and she was touching herself. And it felt good.
She kicked the covers off, discarded her night shift, and slipped her hand once again between her legs, though stopped when her palm grazed her tight little nub and sent a shiver through her. Dear lord, that felt good, though it didn’t compare with how it felt when Cree touched her there and the thought sent the nub throbbing mercilessly. She ached to feel more but should she dare? Was it allowed? But then who would stop her? Who would know? She would ease her ache and drift off into a peaceful sleep and forget her burdensome day.
She spread her legs and began to explore.
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Cree had enough of everyone. There was only one person he wanted to be with right now and that was Dawn. He bid everyone good night and left the keep, his strides swift and determined. He had been thinking about her for most of the night and while he wanted to talk with her, he wanted to make love more.
He intended for them to do just that… make love. Talking would wait until tomorrow. He wanted her, needed her, and damn well ached for her. He had grown hard thinking about her until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He would not last long. It would be a quick joining at first, perhaps they wouldn’t even make it to the bed chamber. He would bend her over the table and…
Damn, he was ready to burst just thinking about making love to her, though taking her that fast was more like rutting. Damn, if the thought didn’t grow him even harder.
When Cree arrived at the cottage, he dismissed the guard. There was no need for one at night. He kept the door latched tight and his sword close by. And the added guards throughout the village would keep a watchful eye from a distance.
He entered and seeing the room empty, he feared her asleep. He walked over to the table and saw that the food had not been touched. Did she not feel well? Then he spotted the bucket and cloths and smiled. She had washed. She was ready and waiting for him. He slipped out of his garments as he walked to the other room and entered stark naked.
Chapter Seventeen
Cree stopped, startled by what he saw. He shook his head briefly wondering if it was a mirage and he wasn’t truly seeing what he was seeing. Then when he realized the sight before him was real, his eyes grew ever wider and he grew even harder.
Dawn’s naked body moved in a sensual rhythm as she pleasured herself. Her body bowed now and then as she responded to her own teasing touch. Her eyes were closed, how mouth open and damn if he couldn’t imagine hearing her silent sensuous moans. He had never seen anything more beautiful or anything more inviting.