“I want you so badly,” she whispered.
“Damn,” he murmured and with both hands cupping her backside, pressed her to fit against him.
She gasped softly and burrowed harder against him as if somehow she could force him inside her.
He dropped his head back and it hit the stone wall. He growled low in his chest, aching to bury himself deep inside her, aching for this ordeal to be done so that he could make love to his wife without any damn interference from anyone.
He wondered if the room was clear and he could open the door, though right now he did not care who the hell was in the room. He would scoop Wintra up in his arms and walk right past anyone who was there and deliver a good punch to anyone who tried to stop him.
“Torr,” she said as if in agony, though pleasurable agony.
It was too dark to see anything, but he knew her blue eyes were steamed with passion and he knew she could not wait.
“I’m going to make you come,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
Her soft plea tore at his heart and he silently cursed Kellmara over and over. He should be in bed with his wife, slipping into her and watching her writhe and cry out as she climaxed. The man would pay; he would definitely pay.
Torr held tight to her bottom and rubbed hard against her. Her hand clutched desperately to his shirt and her breathing grew rapid. She kept rhythm with him, pressing as hard as she could against him. He cursed beneath his breath as he grabbed at the sides of her dress and hoisted it up past her hips.
She followed suit, shoving his plaid aside.
Unfortunately the confined space would not let them do anymore. But at the moment Wintra didn’t care. At least now nothing separated them, and she welcomed the feel of his shaft rubbing against her already throbbing nub and bringing her closer to climax. It came fast and hard and she gasped as she exploded in a never-ending wave of pleasure.
Torr kept a firm arm around her and a steady rhythm going until he felt her climax ease, and then he slowed to a stop even though he remained hard as a rock.
Wintra still continued to clutch his shirt tightly in her hands. “My God that was fabulous. So much better than—”
“So much better than what?” Torr asked a bit brisk.
“It is not permissible for me to say.”
What the hell was going on? What had she kept from him? “Why?” he demanded as he straightened their garments.
“I should really think before I speak.”
“No, you should say what you please. Now answer me.”
“The nuns told me it was sinful and I should not speak of it.”
Now he was curious and on the verge of furious. “You can tell me anything.”
He had proven time and time again that she could. He never belittled her or chastised her over any of her endless questions, so she spoke her mind. “The nuns warned me against urges and how when I got them it was a sin to give into them, but I could not help it. I surrendered many times over. I spent more time on my knees praying for my wicked soul. And they warned me that I was never to do such a thing after I wed that my husband’s needs would be enough.”
“Do you mean to tell me that the nuns warned you not to pleasure yourself?”
“I was told that good wives do not discuss intimacy with their husband.”
“I think we both can agree that that information has been proven wrong, at least where we are concerned,” he said. “And one day, Princess, you will show me how you pleasured yourself.”
“I cannot,” she said with a gasp.
Torr did not need any light to see that she was blushing, the heat from her cheeks when he pressed his against hers told it all. “You can and you will.” He kissed her quick. “Now it is time to get out of here.”
It was as if someone could hear him, for the stone wall started opening.
Chapter Twenty-eight
“All is well?” Cree asked with a scowl when the door fully opened.
Wintra tried to hide her heated face against her husband’s arm, but there was no hiding her red cheeks against his white shirt.
“All is fine,” Torr said, taking his wife’s hand.
Cree looked at his sister’s flushed cheeks, then to Torr and shook his head. “I do not want to know.”
“I had no intentions of telling you,” Torr said.
Cree had to remind himself that Torr was Wintra’s husband. But to Cree Wintra would always be his little sister and he would always want to protect her. He pushed away thoughts of ringing Torr’s neck and focused on the present situation.
“Kellmara?” Torr asked.
“Frantic to find Wintra.”