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“I do so love the feel of him whether in my hand or inside of me,” she said, stroking his shaft and feeling him enlarge in her hand.

Torin caught the moan that rose in his throat, swallowing it back down, hoping to contain his passion and not rush to climax, though he feared that might be difficult for them both.

He brought his lips to hers for a kiss while his hands roamed over her backside, giving it a firm squeeze as she continued to stroke him and rub his shaft against her. She fired his passion with every stroke, his moans building in his chest, aching to break free, until…

Torin let out a groan, then brushed her hand away, and scooped her up in his arms. “My turn, wife.”

He dropped her on the bed, grabbed hold of her legs to lift them to rest over his shoulders, then took hold of her backside to lift it higher off the bed to allow him to enter her easily and slowly.

“Now I can see how well we fit,” he said with a wicked smile and began to glide in and out of her.

“You tease,” she said on a pleasing sigh.

“Aye, that I do,” he agreed and continued to do so, bringing her a lingering passion-filled torment.

Flora gripped the blanket beneath her as his large, potent shaft filled her with pleasure as it always did. She closed her eyes with every slow thrust letting herself go, letting herself enjoy, letting herself be loved.

As her moans grew so did his thrusts and she gripped the bedding tighter and tighter. She didn’t realize she was calling out his name, it slipped instinctively from her lips. Her passion took her soaring higher and higher and she yearned for the shattering fall it would bring.

She screamed for her husband when it hit and began to spiral in never-ending pleasure and when she thought she would crash, her husband pounded against her as he climaxed, and she soared again for them to come crashing down together in a breathless finale.

She could not recall when her husband came to rest over her, and she would hug him if their lovemaking had not left her body so limp and satiated or her so breathless. She smiled, feeling her husband labor for breath and his body spent against her knowing he felt the same as she did.

With effort, Torin rolled off his wife fearful his weight was too much for her, and dropped on his back, their lovemaking having stolen his strength though leaving him more than sated.

How his wife found breath to talk, he did not know, though he should know better than to think anything could stop her from talking.

“I have no words for how amazing that was,” she said.

Torin smiled for he knew she would find the words.

“It was unbelievably gratifying and while lovemaking with you is always gratifying, the pleasure seems to grow each time, making me look forward, often hunger for our next encounter.” She stopped, needing to take a breath. “I cannot express enough how happy I am that we wed and that you turned out to be the perfect husband for me. My da told me to question what fate sometimes deals us but see in the end if fate proves wiser. Fate certainly proved wiser bringing us together.”

Torin turned on his side, smiling, his wife’s endless chatter having given him time to catch his breath. “Aye, wife, I agree. We are perfect for each other.”

Flora turned on her side as well, a soft smile on her face. “I never thought to feel so strongly for someone as I feel for you. It frightens me sometimes, for I cannot bear to think of life without you.”

“Nor I without you,” Torin admitted. “But one thing I am certain, wife, you have the courage to survive and to see to the care of our children, and you have a clan—a family—that loves you and will always protect you.”

“I suppose, but I would much rather die before you than suffer such pain—” She scrunched her brow. “But I would miss you wherever it is I go and be impatient to be reunited again. There is only one solution, we must die within a brief time of each other, so we are not kept long apart. And I would rather it be in old age, so we have many, many years together.”

“That sounds perfect to me,” he said and kissed her cheek. He grew concerned when she remained quiet, her eyes not on him. “What is it, Flora?”

“I was thinking about my mum and da. I prayed when my da died that my mum would live, fearful of losing them both. But she died shortly after him and I see now that that would be the way they would have wanted it. They would not have done well without the other, and my da often reminded me how capable and wise I was. I think he was trying to prepare me for when the day came that they would not be here. Though, he advised that marriage to the right man would be a good thing for me. He would be happy to know that fate had found me the perfect man and that I had inadvertently followed his advice.”

Torin tucked his wife against him. “I wish I had gotten to meet your parents and for them to have gotten to know me so that they would know that their daughter would be well-loved and well-protected.”

“I would like to believe they know and are happy for me,” she said and grinned when her stomach grumbled.

“Did you not eat, wife?” he asked.

“I waited for you. Besides, my stomach would suffer no food while you were gone.”

“Then we eat and talk,” he said, “though it will probably be you talking the most.”

“I will temper my talk,” she said, and Torin laughed. “You shall see. I will do it.”

Torin laughed again.


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