Savage Arrow

Curls of heat tightened inside Jessie’s belly. She was shocked at the intensity of her feelings.

She was overcome by sweet agony, then sucked in a deep breath as she felt the pleasure spreading. It burst inside her like millions of sparks of light as the climax came fiercely, yet wonderfully, throughout her.

Thunder Horse felt his own excitement building within him just as he knew it had begun within her. He clung to her and thrust over and over again inside her, then groaned and gave himself over to the pure ecstasy of the moment. He felt as if lightning were flashing off and on again within his brain.

And then he felt as if he were floating above himself while he savored these moments of bliss with the woman he would love forever.

They lay there, clinging, kissing, and straining against each other, and once again he felt himself ready to enter her.

He sculpted himself to her moist body. He pressed endlessly deeper within her.

They both drew in deep, ragged breaths, as again, so soon, the wonders of their togetherness brought them total ecstasy and release.

Truly exhausted, and breathing hard, Thunder Horse rolled away from Jessie and stretched out on the grass beside her.

“The long wait today as I hungered for you was worth it,” he said huskily. He reached for one of her hands and held it, smiling at her. “My woman, I want you to be my wife. I want you forever.”

“As I want you,” she murmured, finding it hard to believe that this was actually happening to her. Not so long ago, she had felt totally alone in the world.

She had not looked forward to living with Reginald. She had wanted her own life, her own man. She had wanted a father for her child.

And now she had it all.

Yes, it was like a dream, yet so very beautiful and real.

“We will marry as soon as it is possible,” he said, turning to face her as his hand ran slowly across her body, causing her flesh to quiver when he touched a vulnerable place.

“I will be ready whenever you say the time is right,” Jessie said, gazing in wonder at him when he suddenly stopped his hand over her belly, now slowly and gently stroking her there.

“A child,” he said, smiling at her. “A child grows within.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I . . . I . . . wish it were yours.”

“It is,” he said, th

en moved over her again. Their lips come together in a sweet, slow kiss.

Then he laughed throatily as he sat up. “Twice tonight is enough,” he said, reaching for her clothes and pressing them into her arms.

“For me, too,” she giggled, already sliding the dress over her head.

Before he pulled his buckskin breeches on, she reached for that part of him that still was a mystery to her. She wondered how it could be smaller one minute, and so much larger the next, rejoiced at how it could send her to heaven and back.

She slowly moved her hand on him, then gave him a questioning look when he twined his fingers in her hair and slowly guided her face down toward him.

“Just one touch with your tongue is all I ask of you,” he said huskily. “Then we will return to the others.”

“Truly . . . you want me to . . . ?”she said reluctantly.

“It is not wrong when two people love,” he said, his eyes imploring her. “Just one flick . . .”

Stunned that there could be caresses such as this between a man and woman, she hesitated. Yet knowing that it meant so much to him, she cast aside all of her apprehensions and slowly placed her tongue on him. He threw his head back and moaned with guttural pleasure.

Then he straightened himself and took her hand away.

“I never knew. . . .” she said, her eyes wide.

“Lift your skirt,” he said, his eyes gazing intently into hers.