“Nor I of you,” she said. “Am I too greedy of a wife for desiring you so much?”
He brushed his lips over hers. “I like that you’re greedy, wife, and I like that we can be greedy together.”
They kissed again and it turned them more needy, more impatient.
Flora pulled her mouth off his to say, “It is far too small here for us— OH!” She found herself hoisted up and braced against the stone wall.
She wasted no time in reaching down to spread his plaid far enough apart to free his manhood that had poked eagerly at her when hoisted up. She then hurried her own garments out of the way, her passion growing rapidly.
Torin took command after that, lifting her up a bit higher to be able to slide easily into her. “Keep hold of me.”
She hooked her arms firmly around his neck, her body ready, anticipating the pleasure that was about to come and her husband did not disappoint. His hands were suddenly on her bare bottom, gripping it firmly as he kept her braced against the wall and drove in and out of her with an intensity that sent endless pleasure shooting through her.
Though a moan ached to slip from her lips, she kept them locked tight. She would not take a chance of the servants hearing her cry out.
Torin lowered his head to whisper, “No one will hear you here. We are too far up, too far removed from everything and everyone and no one ever dares come up here.”
Flora let a small moan escape but as their joining became more intense, she could not hold back, her passion-filled cry seemed to echo in the small space.
Torin could not restrain his own desire, it so overwhelmed him, and he let out a mighty groan. He never intended to linger. It was not what his wife wanted or needed and either did he. A quick yet satisfying joining was what he intended.
“Now, Torin, now!” Flora cried out with a needy ache.
Torin joined her, exploding together in a powerful climax that had them both holding each other tight and as they did, they heard a sound, an unmistakable one.
“Footfalls,” Flora said, her climax interrupted.
Torin shook his head, silently cursing the interruption and groaning out one word. “Impossible.”
Unfortunately, he could not take the chance being caught in such a delicate position that could prove dangerous. He reluctantly slipped out of his wife and silently cursed again seeing disappointment on her face.
The sound came again.
“Footfalls above us,” Flora cautioned.
And once again, Torin said, “Impossible. We would have heard someone coming up the stairs. They would have had to pass by us.”
“We were occupied,” she reminded him.
“Not enough to fail to hear footfalls.” He turned, keeping his wife behind him, and peered out. Seeing no one, as he had suspected, he turned back to his wife. “You stay here.”
“It makes no sense for me to wait here,” she said and took hold of his hand. “Someone could be waiting to grab me while you are distracted.”
He wanted to shake his head at her, but she made sense. And though he doubted that was the case, he would not take the chance.
“You stay behind me,” he ordered.
“Aye,” she said and followed behind him, keeping hold of his hand.
Torin stopped a moment to pull a dagger from his boot, then headed up the curving stairs.
The light from the torch reached them as they rounded the curve.
“Did you have the torch lit?” Flora asked in a whisper.
“Nay,” he said and since she asked him, he knew she gave no such orders as well.
Torin cautiously approached the last few steps that would leave them open to whoever was there and poked his head slowly around before he would allow his wife to go any farther.