“She will go with me.” Charles offered Elizabeth his elbow and with complete disregard for the captain, turned on his heel and escorted her from the room with a flourish.
The two guards who stood sentry outside lowered their weapons and stared stonily ahead, pretending a lack of interest no one in the castle could feel. The mutual affection between their new commander and their former captive Lady Drummond was all anyone could talk about.
With her head held high, Elizabeth swept down the corridor on Charles’s arm and, with gentle pressure, engineered his arrival at her side into a dark annexe. Little light penetrated this atenchamber which was located near the great hall and which served as a utility room for the preparation of the food and drink which would be served to master and mistress.
“Our escort is waiting, my love.” Charles appeared to have no understanding of her reason for delaying. Nor why she was hiking her skirts above her knees as she pressed him against the wall and herself into his arms. But he responded with gratifying alacrity, hoisting her up so her hips straddled his and her legs wrapped around his waist.
She kissed him hard on the mouth. “I will not risk a babe out of wedlock and there are many months before I can be respectably wed so as not to dishonour my children,” she whispered. “With my husband not yet cold in his grave an infant in nine months could just be explained.”
The urgency within her was building to almost agonising levels and she shuddered as he cupped her bottom and ground her gently, rhythmically, over the enormous bulge of his erection. Kissing his left ear, she reached down to cup his full, swollen manhood, then deftly unbuttoned his breeches and slipped one hand into the heated realm which promised so much pleasure. As she guided him into her slick, swollen opening, she gasped and closed her eyes, her head swirling with immediate sensuous gratification.
It was almost more than she could bear, this slow, steady climb to the summit of the greatest pleasure she’d ever known. Charles had found her and he’d claimed her as his own. She need never fear another day again.
“Faster!” she begged through gritted teeth, maximising the impact of their coupling as she met with equal force her beloved husband-to-be as he pounded into her.
Again. And Again.
She closed her eyes in rapture and his hot breath in her ear as he gasped the words, “You are mine - to treasure forever!” filled her with a courage she had never known and a joy she’d not believed possible that she’d live to see another day.
Then the black coalesced into a blinding haze of red behind her eyes and her body seemed to shatter into a million shards of exquisite pleasure as she cried out the name of the man with whom she’d always dreamed of spending the rest of her life.
THE END