“Our vows and consummation may officially bind us, but the words we just exchanged bind our hearts and souls,” he said.
When his lips came down on hers, Snow rushed her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Since going blind, she hadn’t thought a man would ever love her, let alone find a man who would want to wed her, and here she was in the arms of a husband who not only had wanted to marry her, but made his love known.
Tarass pulled his mouth away from hers, not that he wanted to. “You make it difficult to go slow.”
“Then don’t,” she said and eased her legs apart. “I am eager to feel you inside me.”
“Good Lord, wife, you’re going to have me spill my seed before I get inside you,” he said, his manhood aching so badly he feared his words would prove true.
Snow grabbed his cheeks with her hands, keeping her eyes focused on the gray blur in front of her. “No, you mustn’t do that. Your seed belongs in me where it will flourish and grow a bairn made of our love.”
He rested his brow on hers. “You fire my passion with words alone.”
“Then slip inside me and love me.”
“I want to, but I also want to touch and kiss every inch you.”
“We have all night and morning,” she whispered with a smile.
He smiled himself, then realized she couldn’t see it and gave a soft chuckle. “You are wicked, wife.”
“I know nothing about being wicked in bed, but you could teach me.”
“I have a feeling you won’t need lessons,” he said and before she could say anymore he kissed her.
It was no simple kiss. It was a kiss filled with the deepest of passion, of need, of want, of an insatiable hunger and his wife responded in kind.
He wanted to go slow, have her experience the full pleasure of making love, but his passion had simmered too long from when they had first been disturbed. He couldn’t wait and he sensed she couldn’t either with the way she eagerly arched against him, inviting his manhood to enter her.
Snow was lost in a haze of passion, barely able to focus. She gripped his arms as his lips drifted down along her neck to nibble there and send more gooseflesh rushing over her. She would lose her sanity if she did not feel him inside her soon.
“I’ve waited long enough, husband, do your duty,” she snapped, then moaned from the pleasure his nibbles brought her.
“Or what?” he teased, raising his head to see her eyes heavy with passion.
She looked about to chastise him when tears suddenly glittered in her eyes and he felt as if he’d been punched in the stomach.
“Or you will greatly disappointment me,” she said, a soft moan leaving her lips as she arched and rubbed against his manhood.
The idea that he would disappoint his wife angered him. “Never, ást, never will I disappoint you.” He kissed her gently. “I love you more than you know.”
Snow had no chance to respond, his kiss capturing her words, though it wasn’t the reason for her slight gasp, which his kiss also captured. It was feeling his manhood probe between her legs and the tip slip slightly inside her.
“Hold me tight,” he ordered, not wanting to hurt her but suddenly realizing how petite she was next to him and, though he felt how wet she was, he worried his sizeable manhood would cause her undue pain.
This was one time she obeyed him without question, her slim hands gripping his arms with all the strength she had.
He pressed his cheek against hers. “You will tell me if I cause you pain.”
“You cause me pain,” she said hastily.
“I’ve barely entered you,” he said, ready to pull away from her.
“Exactly,” she said and released a moan combined with a chuckle as she worked her hips to instinctively urge him further into her.
He brought his lips to her, but didn’t kiss her. “I’ll give you what you want, wife, and more than once tonight.”
“Promise,” she whispered against his lips.
“Aye,” he said, “now open your mouth and spread your legs farther.”
Snow once again didn’t hesitate to do as he said and his lips came down on hers. He didn’t slip slowly into her, he plunged quickly into her. She let out a small cry that faded into his mouth.
Then he began to move.
His lips left hers, and there were no more words after that only her moans of pleasure.
She tossed her head back with each strong thrust, moans falling liberally from her lips. She could feel the width and length of him and loved that he fit so perfectly inside her. It felt like they were one, never to be parted.
She only wished she could see his face, though his growing groans as he drove in and out of her let her know of his mounting pleasure.