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Torin was surprised when he heard her scream out to him again and he pounded into her to make sure she got as much pleasure from the second climax as she had gotten from the first as his seed spewed into her.

He dropped down on her for a few moments, needing to regain his strength, the intense pleasure having left him drained. Then he eased himself off her and onto his back, his breathing still labored.

Flora’s chest rose and fell dramatically, her breathing labored and her body devoid of strength, but never had she felt so satisfied, so fulfilled, so happy.

“That was glorious,” she finally managed to say.

Torin reached for her hand and locked their fingers together. “That it was, wife.”

She turned her head to look at him. “We must make love often.”

His face broke out in a huge smile. “Aye, I agree.”

Flora turned on her side, her expression quite serious. “Did I please you?”

“Immensely,” he said, his wide smile remaining.

“I am relieved to know that since I would have hated to disappoint you when you brought me such tremendous pleasure.”

Torin turned on his side as well and brought their joined hands up to kiss hers. “There is more for you to learn and for us to share.”

“I am eager to learn it all and share it all.” A yawn caught her unaware and Torin as well.

“And we shall.” He leaned close to kiss her, then released her hand, and reached down to pull the blankets over them and tuck her against him. “It has been a long, busy day with far too much happening for one day. We both need sleep and I doubt even the ghost will be able to wake us from our slumber.”

“He visited already. He will not be back tonight,” Flora said and yawned again.

“What do you mean the ghost has already visited?”

She glanced up at him from where her head rested on his chest. “The wind and moan came and guided me up to the tower. Though, it was my own doing since I asked the ghost how I could help him.”

“You what?” he asked, staring down at her in disbelief.

“It is either the wind or a ghost causing the problem and I need to examine both possibilities. So, to see if it could be a ghost, I spoke to him and followed the moan and the wind that circled my feet and seemed to urge me on.”

“And did the ghost answer you?” Torin asked, the question sounding foolish to him.

“I believe he did. When I reached the tower, I asked what he wanted from me. At first, I heard nothing, and it was not easy to see since the torch was dimly lit.”

“That torch is never kept lit,” Torin said.

“I thought perhaps you had it lit.”

“Nay, I will see it extinguished.”

“Not necessary,” Flora said. “It is no longer lit. I believe the ghost showed me what he wanted. I heard an unfamiliar sound, and it took a moment to see what it was. I finally spotted it. The corner of one stone was crumbling, its pieces falling to the floor. I asked the ghost if he wanted the room unsealed and that was when the torch blew out.”

CHAPTER20

“Something is wrong, you are far too quiet this morning,” Torin said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as they walked through the village.

Flora smiled. “I was thinking of last night and how you woke me this morning. It was quite lovely and extremely enjoyable, and I must say though coupling is new to me, I feel I already have learned much. But then again instinct guides if one is not fearful of following its course.”

“Now there is the endless chattering wife I have come to know and love,” Torin said, a bit surprised that he had missed her chatter as they walked.

Flora stopped, her smile fading. “I realized that love is not something you learn. It is something you experience, and unexpectedly, and no amount of trying to make sense of it does any good. It is meant to be embraced and cherished and held close for once you feel it, you never want to let it go.”

Torin captured his wife in a quick embrace. “And I never intend to let you go, wife. You belong to me, and I belong to you—forever.”


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