“You’re a hungry one,” he teased.
She patted his chest.
The loving passion in her eyes spoke more than her gesture.
“Only for me.” His hand slipped out of her and pushed her hand off him replacing it with his own and rubbing himself against her moist entrance. “I can’t wait. I want you now.” He kissed her hungrily. “Then again.” He kissed her as if starving. “Again and again and again.”
He turned her on her back and as soon as he climbed over her he thrust into her and she bucked beneath him taking him even deeper into her.
He gasped. “Damn it, woman, you’ll make me come fast if you keep that up.”
Wickedness rose in Dawn and this time she paid it no heed. She loved being able to bring him to climax. It made her own climax that much stronger. And so she set a rapid rhythm, squeezing him tight and forcing a groan to erupt from his lips.
“You witch,” he whispered before he claimed her mouth in a demanding kiss that she responded to with even a greater demand.
Cree finally pulled back and braced his hands on either side of her head. “Hold on, I’m going to ride you hard and fast.”
She grabbed hold of his arms and wished she could scream out the immense pleasure each and every one of his deep thrusts brought her. She let him know the only way she could by tapping at his arm over and over and over... until.
She exploded in such a blinding climax that she locked her hands on his, threw her head back and bucked against him squeezing tight to relish every last tingle that rushed through her.
Cree felt as if he exploded over and over and over, he came so hard. It was so amazing that he didn’t want to pull out of her. He wanted to remain in her for the entire night.
And he almost did. It seemed as if neither could get enough of each other.
He loved when he bent her over the bed, grabbed her backside and drove into her until she tore at the blankets in a never-ending climax.
In between the bouts of love making they ate to fortify themselves and when Dawn pushed him back on the chair and straddled him, he welcomed her with a grin and nibbled at her nipples while she bounced up and down on him.
The last time they made love was with gentle, exploring touches and soft, lingering kisses. Until finally Cree slipped tenderly into her, his movement slow and measured allowing their passion to climb slowly when finally they burst together in a lasting climax that had them shuddering in wave after wave of pleasure.
Wrapped in each other’s arms they drifted off to sleep more content than either of them had ever known.
Dawn woke with a stretch and winced then smiled at the soreness between her legs. She turned wondering why Cree wasn’t wrapped around her as usual and found the bed empty. A shiver ran through her as if something dreadful had just happened and her stomach roiled.
Her stomach grew queasier and she hurried out of bed to dress in a warm wool skirt and blouse. She didn’t bother with leggings, she simply slipped on her boots. Her stomach hadn’t settled by the time she finished braiding her hair. And when she entered the other room she ran for the bucket and heaved, though there was nothing in her stomach to come up.
The thought hit her like a splash of cold water. She had not bled when she should have and now this. There was no denying the obvious; she carried Cree’s child. Now what? She feared telling him, for she was unsure of his reaction.
A knock sounded and a servant entered with food enough for one. Dawn was glad when she left for she heaved once again, the food causing her stomach to protest. Also the young lass had looked at her oddly and Dawn feared that she might suspect something since she probably looked paler than usual. She was also relieved that Cree wasn’t here to see her like this. He would know right away the cause and she wasn’t certain if she wanted him to know just yet.
She supposed she was hoping for a miracle that somehow he would proclaim his love for her and wed her. It was a foolish dream, she knew that, but she could not help but hope.
Another knock sounded before the door swung open to admit Lila.
Dawn smiled and cradled her arms asking where Thomas was when she realized that Lila appeared upset.
Dawn went to her and Lila reached out and hugged her tightly. Something was wrong terribly wrong. She eased Lila away and shrugged.
Lila’s eyes turned wide. “You don’t know?”
Dawn felt her stomach clutch and she prayed that she would not heave in front of Lila. She shook her head.
Lila took hold of her hand and tried to get her to the table to sit but Dawn shook her head and gestured insistently for Lila to tell her now.
Lila nodded and kept hold of her hand. “Cree’s future bride arrives in a week.”
Dawn’s legs turned so weak that she would have collapsed if Lila hadn’t slipped her arm around her. Lila got Dawn to a chair and sat her down, then pulled a chair beside her and sat.