She opened her eyes at last. He must’ve brought a candle into the room, for muted light played along his side. His shoulders were wide and bunched with muscle, strands of hair clinging damply to his face, and his wild turquoise eyes stared into hers, compelling her.
“Come with me,” he whispered again.
His thumb circled her, pressing with exquisite accuracy as his cock filled her. She was splayed before him, a prize all his own, and he kept whispering, “Come with me.”
How could she deny him? The pleasu kim?Comre was building inside, and she wanted to hide her face. He was in control in ways she hadn’t let him be before. He would watch. He would know the secrets she kept hidden from him.
“Come with me.” He bent his head to lick her nipple.
She arched her head and wailed. He caught the sound in his mouth. Licked it up and swallowed it, a prize of this battle. He pressed down on her and held her as she came, jolting with each bolt of pleasure. He held her down with mouth and hips and that thumb, brushing lightly, sweetly, madly now. She’d never experienced an orgasm like this one, nearly painful in its intensity. She opened her eyes, gasping, and saw he wasn’t done. She’d been reduced to shivering pleasure, and he’d only started. He propped himself up on straight arms and watched her as he surged into her, hot and heavy and without mercy. His mouth was twisted, his eyes mad with lust and something else.
“God,” he ground out. “God. God. God!”
He threw back his head, arching convulsively, and she saw him bare his teeth as his body jerked into hers. His seed flooded her, warm and alive. She felt a joy such as she’d never felt before. She’d given and she’d received from him.
It was nearly holy.
His head was tilted back above her, his arms still straight. She couldn’t see his face because of his hair. A single drop of liquid fell to her left breast.
“Jasper,” she whispered, and cradled his wet face. “Jasper.”
He pulled out of her, the loss of his flesh almost a painful wrench, and climbed from the bed. He bent and scooped up his banyan and flung it on. “The robber boy died.”
He left the room.
Chapter Thirteen
That night, the royal court was abuzz with rumor. The serpent was dead and the bronze ring gone, but no one had come forward with the ring. Who was the brave man who had captured the ring?
Jack, as usual, stood beside the princess’s chair at supper, and she gave him a very strange look when she sat down.
“Why, Jack,” she cried, “where have you been? Your hair is quite wet.”
“I have been to visit a wee silver fishy,” Jack said, and turned a silly somersault.
The princess smiled and ate her soup, but what a surprise awaited her at the bottom of the bowl! There lay the bronze ring.
Well! That caused quite a stir, and the head cook was summoned at once. But although the poor man was questioned before the entire court, he had no knowledge of how the ring had got in Princess Surcease’s soup. At last the king was forced to dismiss the cook, no wiser than before. ne o. . .
—from LAUGHING JACK
She must think him a ravening beast after the night before. It was not a happy thought to have over breakfast, and Jasper scowled at the eggs and bread the innkeeper’s wife had provided. They were rather tasty, but the tea was weak and not of the best quality; besides, he would take the smallest reason to feel out of sorts this morning.
He peered over his teacup at his lady wife. She didn’t look like a woman who had been ravished in the night. On the contrary, she appeared fresh and rested and with every hair in place, which for some reason irked him even more.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, possibly the most mundane of conversational openings.
“Yes, thank you.” She fed a bit of bun to Mouse, who sat beneath the table. He knew this, although she neither moved nor changed expression. Indeed she continued to gaze steadily at him. It was something in the very steadiness of her gaze that let him know what she did.
“We shall enter Scotland today,” he said. “We should be in Edinburgh by tomorrow.”
“Oh?”
He nodded and buttered a bun, his third. “I have an aunt in Edinburgh.”
“You do? You never said.” She took a sip of tea.
“Yes, well, I do.”