Wild Whispers

“You never disappoint me,” Kaylene said, reaching out a hand and taking one of his.

Back in their cabin, freshly bathed, and having eaten a delicious meal that her mother had prepared for Kaylene’s family in her absence, Kaylene snuggled close to Fire Thunder as they stood over the beds of their children.

“Don’t our children look content in their sleep?” Kaylene murmured, first gazing at her four-year-old son, Little Thunder, and then looking over at their two-year-old daughter, Snow Bird.

“They have a good home where there is much shared love,” Fire Thunder said.

He placed gentle hands on Kaylene’s shoulders and turned her to face him. Little Sparrow was still with Wolf Fire, giving Fire Thunder and Kaylene all the privacy they needed.

“And now that Running Fawn has gone with Pedro to his home,” he said softly, “even that home will be filled with love.”

“Thank you, darling, for welcoming Running Fawn into the lives of the Kickapoo again,” Kaylene said, her voice breaking. “Thank you for forgiving her. Who knows what the future holds for our daughter? She might grow up with the same sort of wild streak that has always plagued Running Fawn. It is good to know that you no longer send young girls into exile for bad behavior, for I could not stand to see our own daughter forced to live alone, as Running Fawn has these past five years.”

“You need not concern yourself about such things,” Fire Thunder said.

He swept her up into his arms. She clung about his neck as he carried her from the children’s room.

“With such a mother as you,” he said, “no daughter born of your womb could be anything but sweet, caring, and gentle.”

As Kaylene laughed lightly and teasingly, Fire Thunder carried her into their bedroom and kicked the door closed with his foot. Then he placed Kaylene on their bed. He stood over her and began to undress.

With soft, wondering eyes, Kaylene watched her husband, never getting enough of seeing him.

His body had long sinewy muscles. He was slender and thin of flank, his arms rippling bands of muscles.

Unclothed, he crawled on the bed beside her. “Are you too tired to make love?” he asked, his hand already sneaking up the inside of her skirt.

When he found her woman’s center and began his slow caresses with his fingertips, he knew by her gasps of pleasure, and by how she spread her legs open to him, that she need not speak an answer out loud.

He moved over her and flipped her skirt up to her waist.

His mouth covered hers in a fiery kiss as he, with one heaving thrust, entered her.

Over and over again their wild whispers filled the dark, midnight air of their love haven.

“Everything is beautiful and, oh, so perfect,” Kaylene whispered against his lips, his heat becoming hers.

“Had I not taken you captive—” he began, her soft finger against his lips stopping him.

“But you did, my sweet,” she whispered back. “You did.”

He chuckled, then again kissed her with fire, his body’s rhythm sweeping her away on wings of rapture.

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Shall I love you like the wind, love,

That is so fierce and strong,

That sweeps all barriers from its path,