“It must pain you,” he said.
His concern was evident in his tone and in his narrowed eyes and it touched Flora’s heart that he cared she should suffer so.
“When pressed on but otherwise I suffer not,” she said, fearful he might think to delay the sealing of their vows and realizing she would be disappointed.
“I will not see you suffer,” Torin commanded.
“I will suffer if you delay sealing our vows,” she argued softly, her impatience surprising herself.
“You desire me?” Torin asked, seeing it there in her dark eyes but wanting to hear her admit it.
Flora reached out and ran her hand over his chest that rippled with the most alluring muscles. “If desire means this tingle that races uncontrollably through me and settles between my legs, and makes me impatient to seal our vows, then aye, I very much desire you.”
“My passion runs as uncontrollably for you as yours does for me. My shaft throbs with desire for you and my heart beats madly,” he found himself admitting.
“I am glad you tell me this for I wish to learn about pleasure and how it affects you and myself as well. I also do not want to be ignorant when it comes to intimacy between a husband and wife, even down to what some might think an insignificant detail.” She took hold of his hand. “Like when your hand closes around mine. It sends a most pleasurable sensation through me.”
He tucked that bit of information away and leaned down to nibble at her neck. “Your lessons begin tonight, wife, and I promise that you are going to feel even more pleasurable sensations.”
His teeth nibbled along her neck sending a shudder of pleasure running over her.
“You are cold?” he asked, feeling her shudder against him.
“Nay, it is the nips of your teeth on my skin that causes such pleasure.” And instinct or curiosity, she did not know which and did not care, had her hand drifting down to cup his hard shaft.
His body stiffened.
“My touch causes you discomfort?” she asked, though did not move her hand away, liking the silky feel of him.
“Nay, the opposite. It brings me immense pleasure.”
“This is good,” she said, instinctively stroking him, “for it is amazing how your shaft can feel so hard, so powerful, and yet so soft to the touch.”
“Your touch very much pleases me, but I fear if you continue to stroke me this night will end much quicker than I had hoped.”
She turned innocent eyes on him. “But I wish to touch all of you to see not only how it makes you feel but how it makes me feel as well.”
Torin groaned, realizing this night was going to be far different than he expected and far more satisfying than he expected as long as he could keep control of his incessantly throbbing shaft to enjoy it.
He captured the back of her neck in a gentle grip and brought his lips down on hers to kiss her into submission, though it was not necessary since she responded with a demand of her own.
He ripped his mouth off hers breathless when the kiss demanded more, and he scooped her up in his arms and headed for the bed.
An agonizing moan ripped through the room halting his steps and he hurried his wife to her feet and shoved her behind him expecting to see someone come through the door. No one did and when he turned, it was to see his wife hurrying to snatch up her garments.
“We must hunt the sound down and see where it came from,” she said, slipping her shift over her head.
Torin cursed the ghost ten times over as he dropped his shirt over his head and quickly wrapped his plaid around him before yanking on his boots.
“Your shoes and wool tunic, the keep is cold,” he ordered.
She nodded and hurried to do as he said then hurried to the door, her husband grabbing her arm and stopping her.
“You will stay behind me and do as I say or I will remove you from the keep. Is that clear, wife?” he asked, seeing how eager she was to investigate and not trusting what her curiosity might get her into.
The moan came again.
“We must hurry. The ghostly sound is fading,” she urged.