He turned away to add three more logs to the fire, not wanting to glare at her while she undressed. When he turned back around she was still standing as he had left her, fully clothed.
“I feel like a moth too close to a flame?” she said.
He loved that she spoke her mind, and he walked over to her. “You fear I will devour you?”
“Will you?” she asked in a nervous whisper.
He ran his thumb over her lips. “I am your husband.”
“You have rights.”
“And you have duties.”
“You wish me to do my duty tonight?”
This time he brushed his lips over hers. “Do you wish to do your duty tonight?”
She did not know what to think. Odd warmth had settled over her, and dampness settled between her legs and when he touched her she felt herself throb. She shook her head. “I am confused.”
He lowered his hand and splayed it at the apex of her legs, his middle finger resting over her sensitive nub. “Tell me, Princess, do you love me?
“I do,” she admitted without hesitation.
“And I love you, so why deny us?”
Her breath caught as his finger slowly began to tease her.
He rested his brow to hers. “The decision is an easy one. You want me and I want you. Therefore…” He stepped away from her, grabbed her tunic and yanked it over her head, and then he ripped the dress she had repaired down the middle and pulled it off her and tossed it into the hearth. The flames eagerly took hold and devoured it.
She was stunned by his actions and yet he had also excited her.
“You have a gorgeous body.”
She stared at him. Had she heard him right? He thought her body gorgeous?
Torr saw the surprise in her lovely green eyes and reached out to cup one breast. “You truly do, and I ache to touch you all the time.” His hand drifted down along her stomach, to slip into the triangular nest of blond curls. “Tell me you want me to touch you, Wintra.”
His intimate touches and suggestive words left her mindless. It was her body that was in now control.
“Tell me, Wintra, tell me you want me to touch you.”
A pleading yes rushed from her lips as she moved closer to him, wanting and needing him to do so much more.
His fingers found her precious nub and she jumped at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her. “You are mine, Princess, and always will be.”
She grabbed his muscled arms to keep herself from collapsing, her legs having turned limp.
He scooped her up and carried her to the bed and stretched out on his side next to her.
She pressed her hand to his lips as he lowered them to hers. “The nuns warned me that I was to submit to my husband. To lie there and let him have his way, but I feel the need—to touch you.”
“Touch wherever you like, kiss wherever you like, taste wherever you like,” he said, “for I plan to do the same to you.” His hands began to explore her then while his lips claimed a heart-stopping kiss that left her breathless.
Torr could not stop exploring every inch of her. Wherever his hand touched, his lips followed. She tasted as good as she felt and he could not get enough of her.
Wintra grabbed at his arms, the bolts of pleasure shooting through her making it difficult to do anything else but hold on to him. She gasped when he nibbled at her nipples and groaned when his tongue teased them unmercifully. She bucked when his head disappeared between her legs and moaned, thinking she would surely go mad from the endless pleasure he was bringing her. Her eyes drifted closed as she began to moan softly, and then it grew until she was calling out his name over and over.
His own need quickened when he looked at her in the throes of passion, his name echoing from her kissed-swollen lips. He slipped over her, settling between her legs, and he was glad when she opened her eyes. He wanted her to be focused on him as he entered her. He wanted to see her pleasure mount and share in it. He wanted her to remember this moment always, this moment they became one.
Her eyes turned wide when she felt him enter her and the deeper he went the deeper she wanted him to go. Until, she could stand it no more and arched her body, taking all of him deep inside her.
She let out a small cry and Torr immediately stopped moving.
He held himself over her, his taut muscles covered with a fine sheen of sweat. “I caused you pain?”
She shook her head and reached out, trying to pull him closer, though she could not budge him. “No. No.” She shook her head again. “I want you as deep inside me as you can go.”