The Bewitching Twin(46)
He did not rush them and she was glad. It felt too wonderful for it to end too quickly. She wanted to enjoy every thrust and every sensation until she could not stand it another minute and then, only then, did she want to surrender in climax.
He obliged her without a word being exchanged and she knew then that he understood her much better than she ever thought any man possibly could, and she felt grateful he was her husband.
Her sighs spilled into his mouth, he having captured her lips as she burst with a shivering climax. He followed soon after, tossing his head back and with a rumbling groan released into her.
They clung to each other until both their stomachs rumbled in unison.
They laughed.
“Time to eat,” Rogan declared and scooped her up as they neared the water’s edge.
Rogan offered her his shirt to dry off, insisting he did not need it. Besides, the day’s heat would dry it in no time.
She took it and when she finished dressing, she hung his shirt from a tree branch to dry, then joined him on the blanket. His plaid was damp from his wet body though his naked chest was near dry from the hot sun.
He sat amid the food he had unwrapped, munching on a piece of cheese.
“You must have worried we would starve.” She laughed, lowering herself to sit beside him.
He handed her a piece of cheese and tore a chunk of bread from a crusty loaf. “I have a large appetite.”
“My sister claims the same.”
“You would too if you gave yourself time to eat.”
“You sound like Fiona,” Aliss said. “She always argued that I would eat just as much as her if I took the time.” She tore off a piece of bread. “I am looking forward to seeing my sister again. I have missed her.”
“Be prepared for not so warm a welcome,” he warned.
“Perhaps at first, but you are returning me home and once it is known you abducted me to heal your people and that I chose to wed you, all will be well.”
“That easily, you think?”
She rested her hand on his. “What else can they do? Tarr advised me time and again that the choice of a husband was mine. I made that choice and he will honor it as he has promised.”
“What if—”
She put her hands to her ears. “No more. What is done cannot be undone. We meet our fate together.”
He grabbed hold of her hands. “Together. Always together.” He handed her another piece of cheese. “Eat, you have the time.”
Aliss took the cheese, noticing his eyes narrow in concern. “Do you think me too thin?”
He leaned over and nibbled along her ear. “I think you are a perfect morsel that I cannot get enough of.”
She giggled and scrunched her shoulder. “That tickles.”
“Aha, I have found a weak spot.” He grabbed her around the waist and tossed her back on the blanket to attack her ear and neck.
They laughed, ate, talked, and walked the day away.
Aliss learned a lot about her new husband, even the hurt he had suffered when he lost his first wife, Kendra. What surprised her was that their love was the catalyst that made him realize he wished to love again.
In so doing, he claimed, his love for Kendra would always remain strong, and strange as it seemed, Aliss understood his reasoning. If he could not love again or refused to love again, it spoke poorly of his first love.
If he loved with his heart and soul, then he honored his first love. Aliss respected and admired his convictions; they made her care for him even more.
By late afternoon Aliss’s thoughts drifted to Daniel and she had a hard time focusing on their conversation.
“You have had enough of me, haven’t you?” Rogan asked, sitting beside her on the blanket.
She rested her palm to his cheek. “No, I feel as if I can never get enough of you. However, I cannot help but think of how Daniel is doing.”
“You lasted much longer than I had expected, so that tells me something.”
“What does it tell you?”
“That you really do love me,” he said, kissed her quickly, stood and held out his hand to her. “Come, it is time to visit with Daniel.”
She grabbed his hand and jumped to her feet. “I really do love you and I am grateful you understand my need to see how the lad fares.”
“Daniel gets to have you for a while.” He nibbled at her neck. “I get to have you all night.”
She giggled. “I look forward to it.”
They packed the basket with the food that was left, folded the blanket on top, and strolled back to the village arm in arm.
“Go see to the lad,” Rogan ordered with a smile once they reached the cottage.
“I won’t be long,” Aliss said, already hurrying off.
“If you are, I will come and get you.”