She leaned over him, her mouth an inch above his. “Take me, husband,” she whispered. “Please.”
His chest rose, and a large, rough hand cupped her shoulder and squeezed. Then he rolled over her, gently tucking her body beneath his until he covered her from head to toe.
This time he hovered over her. His sweet breath washing over her cheek and lips. “Margaret. How you please me.”
She smiled, her lips trembling. He’d give her power if she wanted it. She gladly gave him the acquiescence he needed. “Come into me, husband.”
Their bodies blended, his cock gliding easily into her moist depths. He hooked his elbows beneath her knees and raised them, pushing them upward to tilt her hips to take him deeper still.
A growling rumble erupted from his chest, and she knew he was quickly becoming lost in their passion as he stroked into her, again and again. His eyes darkened, and his jaw tightened. Her heart skipped a beat at the ferocity of his expression. Reaching upward, she bracketed his cheeks with her palms and urged him downward for a kiss.
When their lips met, she sighed, and he drew her breath into his mouth. When he pulled back his head, he speared her with a look. “I won’t be gentle.”
A grin tugged at her lips. “Think you I’m a mouse?”
He gave a short, fierce shake of his head, clearly beyond words.
“Take me. I’m yours.”
Thus released, his thrusts were fast, furious, ravaging. They strained together, his body pummeling hers as her hands raked his back, urging him on. When at last they both erupted in lusty shouts, they shared laughter that reflected their triumph over each other—but they knew they had both won a prize beyond measure.
*
Grania took a deep breath, bracing herself for the worst, expecting her young charge to be hastily gathering her belongings for a quick escape. Without knocking, she pushed open the door and entered a bedchamber alight with the morning sun.
The sight that met her aged eyes had her grinning. The young couple lay naked, a sprawl of tangled limbs, their bodies obviously still joined as they slept.
The face of Margaret’s new master was a wonder—as handsome as any knight in a fairytale. Margaret’s slackened mouth held the curve of a satisfied smile as her face peeked from beneath one bronzed shoulder.
Grania quietly shut the door, pleased her plan had worked so well. The bath had eased Margaret’s tension enough for her to shed her maidenly fears. For what young woman could resist such a finely made man?
With visions of black and russet-haired little hellions scampering around the keep, she decided to wake the kitchen staff to prepare food to break the couple’s fast. They’d need strength to continue their lusty battle for supremacy.
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