Savage Courage

“I will make it so,” he said, leaning up to gaze into her eyes. “I will always give you such loving.”

His fingers caressed her breasts and then made a slow, sensuous descent downward until he found her swollen, throbbing womanhood and began caressing her there.

She twined her arms around his neck. She smiled sweetly up at him, then inhaled a quavering breath of ecstasy and trembled when he parted her thighs and gently thrust himself inside her damp valley and began the rhythmic strokes that she knew would soon carry her to paradise.

He bent his head and touched her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss, his strokes within her speeding up, her hips responding in her own rhythmic movement.

She was responding to every nuance of his lovemaking, a blaze of desire firing her insides into an almost roaring inferno.

Her whole body quivered as he continued his rhythmic thrusts.

She had a lethargic feeling of floating.

Passion glazed in her eyes as her husband paused for a moment and gazed down at her. “How fiercely I always want you,” he said huskily. “I never have enough of you.”

“Nor I you,” Shoshana breathed out, her pulse racing as again he began his thrusts, his mouth closing hard upon hers in a hot, even more demanding kiss than before.

Storm could feel the pulsing crest of his passion, the fires of his passion spreading through him. Their bodies tangled as he molded her even more closely to the contours of his lean, muscled body.

And then both of their bodies exploded in spasms, taking them once again to that place of wonder where no one else could enter.

Afterwards, as they lay on their bed, Shoshana reached for Storm’s hand and placed it on her stomach. “I feel so blessed,” she murmured. “Another child, Storm. We are going to have another child!”

She turned to him and smiled softly at him. “Do you remember those years ago when we were thinking we might have twins, and you even mentioned possibly triplets?” she asked softly. “Are you disappointed that we are having children one at a time?”

“Nothing you do could ever disappoint me,” Storm said, slowly running his hands across her belly. “You have given me the world, Shoshana. How could I ever complain about anything?”

“I just want to have a daughter,” she murmured, snuggling closely to him. “Do you think we’ll have a daughter this time?”

“Wish hard enough for it, and it will be yours,” Storm said, smiling at her. “I shall also wish for the same.”

“Dancing Willow says she has already dreamed about this child and she did see it as a girl baby,” Shoshana said, sighing pleasurably at the thought. “But, truly, my love, I shall be happy with whatever Maheo blesses us with. All children are miracles.”

“As it was a miracle that we found one another when all things would point against it ever happening,” Storm said, running his fingers through her waist-length black hair. “Had I come to Canada earlier, we would not have met, but something held me back. That something was you. You were beckoning to me, Shoshana. You were saying, ‘Storm, Storm, I am near, please wait . . . please wait.’ ”

“Yes, I truly believe so,” Shoshana said, nodding. “And here we are, man and wife, mother and father, and happier than I had ever thought could be humanly possible.”

“I have news for you that I purposely waited to tell you because I could hardly wait to make love with you,” Storm said, sitting up. He smiled down at her as she turned on her back to gaze up at him.

“What is it?”

“You know how glad I was that another band of Apache had eluded the United States government and fled to Canada land, and settled not far down-river from us,” he said.

“Yes, I know how happy you were that more Apache had escaped a reservation sort of life,” she murmured.

“My wife, one of the warriors there came to join our council today and spoke to me of something beside the hunt,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

“What could he speak of that would bring such a twinkle into your eyes?” Shoshana asked as she sat up next to him.

“This man, who is one winter older than Dancing Willow, has come to ask to court my sister,” Storm said, beaming. “I went to Dancing Willow with the news. I have never seen her smile so brightly.”

“She truly is interested in him, as well?” Shoshana asked, her eyes wide in wonder. “Did she remember him when you spoke his name to her?”

“Ah, yes, she remembered,” he said, chuckling. “He has been here several times now for council, and has joined one hunt with me and my warriors this early spring. Each time he has managed to somehow walk into the path of my sister. She has also seemed to manage it that they would meet. It began, I believe, the first time they saw one another.”

“And so you gave him permission to court her?” Shoshana asked, happy for Dancing Willow, for she had mellowed since arriving in Canada land. Shoshana thought it might have been her nephews that had caused the change.

She enjoyed them so much, Shoshana had begun to see that Dancing Willow felt that she had missed something in not having children.