“Finally, you see the wisdom of my plan,” she said, relieved.
“I have always seen the wisdom of your plan, but it still is not one I am willing to take,” he said and pressed a firm finger to her lips when she went to argue. “We will make a small change to it. I will be abducted with you and do not bother to argue with me on this. We do it my way or not at all.”
“As you say, husband,” she said and while it was not as planned, at least she would have a chance to infiltrate the mercenaries and find Gunna.
Relief washed over and through him. “You do realize that Gunna is here to protect the MacWilliam woman. She will not give up the woman’s identity easily and years with the mercenaries may have hardened her resolve even more.”
“I must convince her that we mean the woman no harm and have no intentions of revealing her identity to anyone and that I only want to speak with her. I pray that I can persuade her.”
“Then watch that sharp tongue of yours, wife,” he warned with a chuckle.
Annis frowned. “My tongue is not sharp. It is blunt.”
He laughed again. “That it is and can do much more damage than a sharp one.” He was surprised when he did not receive a punch in the arm, not that he would mind. He thought them more as love taps since they never truly caused him any pain. He was, however, cautious about the wicked grin she turned on him. And when she ran her tongue over her lips slowly, he knew what was on her mind and his shaft hardened fast.
“And here I thought you loved my tongue,” she said in a tempting whisper.
“You play with fire, wife,” he warned.
“So, I have ignited you?” she asked, her smile tempting.
“Nay,” he said and scooped her up to toss her over his shoulder. “You have set me ablaze, wife.” He smacked her backside playfully. “Now you will learn what it is to play with fire.”
There had been a frenzy with their lovemaking as of late. Maybe it was because they had little time alone together or when they did have precious time, like now, they had to stay alert to their surroundings.
It did not matter to Annis as long as she got to make love with her husband. She had come to enjoy—much more than she expected—the intimacy of marriage. It was a time she could honestly say she felt his love in his every touch and kiss and in the way he made sure to pleasure her. Even in their frenzied lovemaking, when his touch and kisses were more than gentle, there was a comfort—a trust—she would have never thought possible. It filled her heart with deep happiness and brought a strange comfort to her soul.
It was that demanding touch now, after stripping her naked, that fired her passion, his fingers teasing her nipples a bit roughly. Or was it the way, after discarding his own garments, his fingers slipped between her legs to delve inside her and torment her with a taste of what was to come? Or maybe it was the way his hands moved quickly to settle at her waist and lifted her feet just enough off the ground to move her to the bed as his mouth ravished her with kisses that stole her breath? Or how when he dropped her on the bed, following her down that his arm slipped around her waist and with a possessive lift of her body settled her beneath him perfectly.
There was no denying he was in command of their lovemaking and there was no denying that she loved every moment of it.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth nipping down it and along her shoulder and back up again to tug gently at her ear before he whispered, “I am going to make you come hard, harder than you have ever come.”
The thought his enticing words provoked rushed a desire through her that left her wet, so wet that she feared she would come much too soon.
His lips teased at her nipples, moving from one to the other, licking, suckling, nipping as his hand squeezed each breast, forcing the hard bud to attention.
Annis slipped her hand down to try and take hold of his shaft, but he pushed it away.
“Nay, not tonight, my love. Tonight, I command our lovemaking,” he ordered.
And he did with every demanding kiss and intense intimate touch.
Annis was soon lost in a feverish pleasure, her moans filling the cottage and a shout of delight when her husband’s manhood thrust with force inside her. She loved the feel of his powerful shaft and the way he moved with strength and determination.
Her eyes rested on his, the usual soft blue color now deeper and filled with an intense passion that sparked with love. She fought back the happy tears that sprang to her eyes. Now was not the time for them, but they were insistent and fell from her eyes of their own accord.