Desired

Chapter 42

T he king and Council and Prince Edward came to consult with Warrick about the terms to be set out in the peace treaty between the French and the English. Since his pride would not allow him to receive them while he was in bed, Brianna and Glynis bathed and dressed him in his finest surcoat and helped him to a great carved chair, padded with cordovan leather.

The king and his nobles thrashed out which territories they wanted and which they were willing to concede. They argued back and forth about ransom money and debated the length of time the peace treaty would be in effect. From an open balcony above, Brianna heard them deciding their future and hers.

The Black Prince was determined to gain sovereignty over as much of southern France as possible. By listening to him, she suspected that he must have sworn a holy vow to restore all the territory that his ancestors, King John and his son, King Henry III, had lost over the last hundred and fifty years.

The single most important issue to the king was that they retain Calais. It had been the hardest won and the king’s pride would not allow him to give it back to the French.

Warrick was most concerned with the size of the ransom. He suggested ten times the amount first mentioned and was adamant against all arguments that the French could not raise such vast amounts. Brianna knew that Warrick was not an avaricious man, but rather, he was practical. He knew the Plantagenets spent money on a lavish scale with no concern if the treasury was rich or penniless. The laws of chivalry, to say nothing of Plantagenet pride, dictated that the King of England entertain the King of France in an extravagant manner, and Warrick wisely decided that the French should more or less pay for it.

Lastly, they discussed the length of the peace treaty. This was the thing that most concerned Brianna. When they decided to sue for a term of seven years, she was overjoyed!

Hawksblood’s absence was taking its toll on Brianna. It was hard to keep hope alive. In her heart of hearts, she knew where he had gone and doubt was beginning to raise its ugly head about his return. How foolish and fanciful she had been to think him immortal. He was a flesh-and-blood man, susceptible to all the dangers of this world…accident, disease…temptation.

Brianna’s hand went protectively to her womb. What if she was carrying Christian’s child, as she now suspected? Should she pray that it was so, or go on her knees to beg that she would not have a fatherless child? Her heart gave her the answer. She fiercely wanted this baby more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. This was the only way that Christian Hawksblood could be immortalized!

Brianna wiped away a tear and smiled. She counted the months on her fingers and concluded that if indeed she was with child, it would arrive before her next birthday, which fell on July 15.

Brianna played endless games of chess and tables with her recuperating father-in-law. She knew he enjoyed her company immensely, and truth to tell, she enjoyed his too. On the outside, he was tough as boiled owl, but underneath he had a warm and tender heart and Brianna knew he suffered from loneliness. He was reluctant to see her move back to her own house, but all his excuses for keeping her at his side were exhausted now that he had regained his full vigor.

When Brianna arrived home, she discovered that Adele had acquired a tiny kitten. It was a ball of fluff she called Muffie. Gnasher chased it immediately and they all had a good laugh when it turned to spit savagely at the cheeky ferret, who immediately sat back on its haunches to bob up and down in the most amusing fashion.

It had been a long time since the four young women had been able to enjoy each other’s company, so Brianna decided they should dine in the flower-filled garden beside the fountain. It was September and all the bounties of autumn graced their table. Quinces, pears, apricots, plums, and pomegranates sat beside a dish of figs, dates, and nuts.

Glynis licked a sticky date and lamented, “It has been weeks since the army came home. I cannot understand why Lord Christian and Ali have not returned.”

Joan sat with a pin, daintily picking the exotic red seeds from a pomegranate. “They should be home any day. They have only gone to Avignon.” They could see Joan was bursting to tell them something, so they gave her their undivided attention.

“Christian has gone to the Pope to get a dispensation for Prince Edward and me to marry. But please don’t tell anyone. I know there will be many voices raised against us marrying, once the secret is out.”

“Because you are second cousins?” Adele asked.

“No. Queen Philippa thinks me a shameless hussy because I was betrothed to two men at the same time, and now that I’m suddenly a desirable widow, and have a string of suitors falling over themselves in the Banqueting Hall every night, she thinks me promiscuous. Edward seethes with impatience, but he has promised me that he will keep our secret until we get the dispensation. I’ve told him he has no reason to be jealous. These men are only after my money.”

The other girls laughed at her. There had been, and always would be, considerably more to tempt men than Joan of Kent’s fortune!

“They have had time to go to Avignon and back five times over,” Glynis worried. “Avignon is close to the Mediterranean Port of Marseilles, where it is rumored fifteen thousand have died of the black plague.”

Brianna bit into a ripe plum, pushing back the rising tide of panic that threatened to drown her. When Christian had come to her rescue in her darkest hour, removing all the threatening clouds from her horizon, she felt certain she was done with doubting her Arabian Knight forever. Now, she thought perhaps Fate had a hard lesson in store for her. She was about to be punished for all her sins. Life was life, not a fairy tale! She had married a prince, but the chance that she would live happily ever after was almost nonexistent.

Brianna thought about the book she was making, and came to a poignant decision. She would give it a happy ending, for even if Christian never read it, his child might. “They will return, Glynis, cast all doubt from your heart.”

Adele hoped Brianna’s faith was justified. It seemed most odd that Hawksblood had not chosen to return. A dispensation could take months and common sense dictated that Hawksblood would simply petition the Pope, not wait about for months until it was granted. She too had begun to fear that they might never see Hawksblood and his squire again. Of course, so long as Brianna had hope in her heart, she did not wish to destroy it.

Eventually, Glynis packed away her newly sewn wedding gown along with her hopes. She had done everything to speed Ali’s return, from casting spells to making a sacrifice to an ancient pagan goddess of Wales. Adele began to see a connection between Hawksblood’s absence and the disappearance of Lisette St. L?. To Adele, it was too much of a coincidence that both were missing at the same time. Brianna was not blind to the pitying looks she received from everyone, including her friend Joan.

Edward had received a dispatch from Hawksblood informing him that he had delivered the petition for the dispensation and that he would be absent from Bordeaux for some time on his own pressing business. Edward had confided this to Joan, but she was loathe to give such information to Brianna. For what could possibly be more important to Christian de Beauchamp than returning to his wife?

Brianna had received her own dispatch telling her he would be absent for some time. He gave no explanation or details but she was content because he had closed with the words: Trust in me always .

The peace treaty was finally drawn up and signed. King Edward abandoned his claim to the throne of France and gave up all the northern territories they had conquered in return for confirmed sovereignty over Angoumois, Bigorre, Gascony, Guienne, Guisnes, Limousin, Poitou, Ponthieu, Rouergue, and Saintonge, which collectively the Plantagenets renamed Aquitaine. It went without saying that King Edward also received Calais. In addition, the French agreed to pay three million gold crowns in six yearly payments as ransom for their king, dauphin, and nobles.

The King of England decided to turn Aquitaine over to Prince Edward along with all power of government in the French provinces. When the prince confided the good news to Joan, she had some good news of her own to impart. They had been playing a game of dalliance in Brianna’s pool, away from the prying eyes of the Royal Court, but Joan wanted to wait until they were in bed before she shared her precious secret with Edward.

As his kisses grew more demanding, she covered his hand which cupped her breast, and slid it gently down to cover her belly. Then she put her lips to his ear and whispered, “Darling, you are going to be a father again, but this time I feel it will be a boy.”

Edward groaned and swung his feet to the floor. Joan’s fingers flew to her lips, wishing she could catch back her words. Her prince did not sound overjoyed.

“Get dressed,” he murmured.

“Are you angry?” Joan asked in a small voice.

“Angry?” he questioned.

“You sound annoyed,” she ventured.

“My darling little Jeanette, I am only annoyed with your timing. I am in the throes of passion and your news makes it impossible for me to continue.”

“Why?” she asked softly.

“Because I am taking you before the priest so he can marry us.”

“We have no dispensation.”

“To hell with the dispensation!”

“Edward, are you sure?”

He slid his great hands beneath her armpits and lifted her to stand on the bed so they were of equal height. “My sweetheart, I have never been more sure of anything in my life. If you are right, and you are carrying my son, he can only become king if he is legitimate. I intend to see there is absolutely no question of that. When we get the dispensation, we can be married again. At Westminster. I’ll insist on it! All the royal family will be present and all England’s nobility will pay you homage as the Princess of Wales. We will make it legal and binding, however, this night!”

“Whatever shall I wear?” Joan asked breathlessly.

Edward began to chuckle. “It’s after midnight and only an ancient priest will see you.”

“That doesn’t matter. I have to look beautiful for my wedding.”

Edward nuzzled her ear. “Wear something you can slip off easily, beneath one of my cloaks, for I intend to hurry back to make you finish what you started.” He rubbed his swollen manroot against her soft thigh, but Joan’s imagination had already taken flight.

“May I wear the crimson velvet cloak with the golden leopards across the back?”

He groaned again. “I suppose so, but that means I have to go all the way back to the palace to get it.”

“Poor Edward. Am I a sore trial to you?”

He kissed her pretty nose, unable to refuse her anything. “You are my lady love and I am your knight errant. I undertake this quest for you alone.”

Joan giggled. “I shall reward you, Edward Plantagenet.”

The King of France, his four sons, and all his nobles who had been taken prisoner enjoyed the King and Queen of England’s lavish hospitality at Bordeaux. They hoped to be able to stay in southern France until their ransoms were paid, but the Plantagenets were practical enough to realize the temptation to escape would be too great.

In late October ships were readied to transport their valuable prisoners to England, and in a magnificent burst of generosity, King Edward gave John of France the newly built palace on the Thames called the Savoy, for his sojourn on English soil. As a parting gesture of goodwill, a great hunt had been planned, which would be followed by a feast before the Plantagenets’“guests” sailed across the Channel.

Brianna and Joan had been looking forward to the hunt for days. The autumn weather was beautiful. The oppressive heat of the summer months had departed, giving way to warm sunshine, tempered by refreshing sea breezes.

The moment Brianna threw back the covers to arise, a wave of nausea washed over her. She hoped it would pass, but as she bathed, a pungent aroma coming from the kitchens did her in. She was indelicately sick in her washbowl and began to feel decidedly sorry for herself. The thought of going on a hunt would give her about as much pleasure as being buried alive, so she urged Joan to go without her. The new bride was positively glowing and she looked absolutely ravishing in an apricot velvet riding jacket.

Brianna dragged herself out to the fountain to shower away the nasty miasma of her morning sickness, then climbed the stairs to her chamber most gingerly, to ensure her stomach would settle down. To cheer herself she chose her prettiest gown in a rich peacock shade, leaving her hair unbound so that the ends could dry in the sun.

She wandered out to the balcony to watch the hunt leave the royal palace. It was like a rich tapestry springing to life. Her artist’s eye appreciated the vivid colors, the glossy coats of the horses, the hawks and the hunting dogs.

Her eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, for there, as large as life, rode Lisette St. L?, flirting outrageously with the King of France. Brianna’s anger effectively chased away her morning sickness. The baroness was supposed to be a bloody prisoner, yet here she was, dressed to kill, being lavishly entertained by two kings. To Brianna, life seemed abysmally unfair. She went back into her chamber, flung herself upon the bed, and wished the world, and everyone in it, to hellfire!

Christian Hawksblood and Ali disembarked from a vessel that had just anchored at Bordeaux’s busy docks. Both wore Arabian robes and turbans and between the men was a veiled woman. They helped her mount a magnificent white Arabian steed, then together they rode beside the river Garonne that wound its way toward the towering Abbey of St. Andrew.

When the trio dismounted outside Warrick’s white stone palace, Ali took charge of their mounts. Then Prince Drakkar took hold of his mother’s hand and led her inside.

Warrick had been polishing his broadsword, determined to keep it honed and rust-free. That he might never use it again in battle mattered not to the warrior. He looked up, instantly aware of approaching footsteps before they ever entered the room.

Hawksblood paused in the doorway, his turban almost brushing the lintel. Aquamarine eyes met, locked, then sparkled with joy at their reunion. Though he had never said so to Brianna, Warrick had been racked with worry over his son’s long absence. Now he broke into a relieved grin and was startled at the whiteness of Christian’s teeth against his dark face when he grinned back.

Then Hawksblood stepped to one side, revealing the figure of a small, veiled woman. As she lifted a jeweled hand to remove her veil, Christian caught a look of naked vulnerability upon Guy de Beauchamp’s face, and knew that must be exactly the way his own face looked whenever his gaze fell upon Brianna.

Christian suddenly realized that this moment was so intimate, it was meant for lovers alone, with no other eyes to witness such heart-stopping tenderness. Without a word, he faded from the scene, quite certain that they were aware only of each other.

Brianna jumped as the kitten dashed through her chamber with Gnasher nipping at its tail. It ran out onto the balcony and jumped up onto the roof in a frenzied effort to escape its tormentor.

Brianna was thoroughly exasperated. She sprang up and went out onto the balcony. “This is the last straw!” The kitten cowered on the tile roof, while Gnasher debated whether to follow it and risk Brianna’s fury or sit contritely while she scolded him.

“You wretched little devil…I’ll cut off your bloody whiskers!” she threatened. The black-footed ferret took off as if he believed her. Thoroughly vexed, she called to the kitten. “Here, Muffie…come, Muffie…the bad boy has gone now…here, Muffie. Damn it, Adele, why did you have to give it such a sissy name? I feel like the world’s biggest fool calling Muffie!” she said to thin air.

It was obvious the little cat was not going to come down on its own. Someone would have to go out on the roof for it. It was also equally obvious who that someone would be. Brianna pulled up her skirts, then aided by the lattice that ran upward from the balcony, she climbed onto the roof. On hands and knees she crawled up the pitch of the roof to where the kitten huddled.

“What the hell are you doing up there?” a deep voice demanded.

Brianna’s heart lifted. “Christian!” she gasped, standing up so she could get a full view of him. All her irritation with the world wafted away with the breeze. Brianna laughed. “I climbed to the rooftop to shout to the world that I love you.” Then she cupped her hands about her mouth, threw back her head, and shouted, “I love Christian de Beauchamp!”

“I married a crazy woman. Come down!” he thundered.

“Catch me,” she called back.

“Brianna, for the love of Allah, don’t jump; it’s too high!” he said with alarm.

“Love of Allah be damned, I’m doing it for the love of Christian!” Her heart soared, her senses overflowed with happiness, making her giddy. It was a heady experience.

“I’ll come up and help you down. Don’t attempt to jump, it isn’t safe!”

“I’ll always be safe in your arms. Catch me!” Brianna scooped up the kitten, ran lightly down the tiles to the roof’s edge, then flung herself down into Hawksblood’s upstretched arms. They rolled onto the grass in a tangle of cape, skirts, and golden hair. The kitten leaped away and Christian’s turban rolled after it.

Hawksblood’s face was fierce with fury, but Brianna’s laughter was so infectious, he felt his anger melt into mirth. “Why did you do such a reckless thing?”

She laughed up into his dark face and looked deeply into his aquamarine eyes. “I listened to my heart.”

Christian examined her beautiful face with intense scrutiny. The shadow behind her eyes was gone, along with all semblance of decorum. He rolled with her until he was in the dominant position. With mock solemnity he reminded her, “When you wed me, you said: I submit myself to your authority, my lord husband .”

“And you said: With my body, I thee worship , but not on the front lawn where everyone can see, I hope,” she teased, feeling his iron-hard erection against her belly.

“Is that all you think about?” he demanded in shocked tones.

“Oh, once in a while my thoughts drift off to inconsequential things, but they always come back to the heart of the matter, the pièce de résistance , the crème de la crème .”

“Your French tongue improves.”

“I still need lessons; practice makes perfect.”

Christian could hold back no longer. He needed to taste the deliciously tempting morsel held captive beneath him. When his mouth took possession of hers, he was thoroughly bemused by her passionate response. Was he imagining it, or was she inviting dalliance?

To test the water, he ran his lips down her throat to the delicious place where her breast rose slightly above her square neckline. She arched up like a feline when it wished to be stroked. His eyes couldn’t hide his amusement. He’d give her strokes if that’s what she craved!

Christian took Brianna’s hand and drew her into the house. Their bedchamber was the goal he had in mind, but after two steps in that direction they encountered Adele, who was almost as overjoyed as Brianna to see the head of the household returned. Ever chivalrous, Christian could not show his impatience with Adele and answered her questions cheerfully.

Next came Paddy, equally overjoyed, but with twice as many questions. When Joan came running down the stairs to greet him and tell him her news that she and Prince Edward were secretly wed, Christian’s eyes met Brianna’s with a helpless, yet amused glance.

Within the next five minutes Ali and Edward arrived. The Black Prince questioned him about going to Avignon for the dispensation and from there the conversation naturally progressed to Hawksblood’s other adventurous travels. When Gnasher ran in, ran up Hawksblood’s leg and perched on his shoulder, he and Brianna started to laugh. Their mirth knew no bounds. They laughed until the tears rolled down their cheeks. They wanted to be alone, they ached to make love after their long separation, but both of them knew they would not be sharing their bed until after dark. Spacious though it was, it could not accommodate seven people and a ferret!

Brianna ordered food and it was a laughing Glynis who brought it from the kitchen and served it with the help of Sir Randal Grey. The four couples, all very much in love, talked the afternoon away. Before Christian could tell them why he had been so long away, Brianna took his hand. “I know where you were…you went home. Your father told me you were both worried about your mother. You had a premonition that the black plague might touch her in some way. I pray that you found her in good health, my lord.”

Christian’s eyes sparkled as he squeezed her hand. “My powers are not infallible, thank Heaven. By the time I arrived in the East, the pestilence had done its devastation there and moved West. I found my mother in the best of health.” He turned to Brianna to watch her reaction. “I brought her back with me.”

Brianna’s reaction surprised him. Her face was suffused with delight. “Where is she?” she demanded.

“At the moment she is in my father’s house. Enjoying their privacy, I sincerely hope.”

The ladies all sighed at the romantic thing that Christian had done for his parents.

“It was your father who was touched by the plague.” Brianna’s hand went to her heart. “Oh, wouldn’t it have been devastating if you had brought her all this way only to discover that Guy had not survived?”

Hawksblood was stunned. “I was just there. He looked healthy enough to me.”

“The Angel of Death stood at his bedside from the moment he arrived home from the victory of Poictiers,” Glynis told him.

Joan spoke up. “Brianna and Glynis quarantined themselves with him and nursed him day and night until he recovered.”

Christian was almost speechless. “I thank you from the bottom of my heart for such a selfless sacrifice.”

Glynis blushed at his praise. Brianna smiled her secret smile. “It was no sacrifice to look after him…I’m half in love with him!”

Prince Edward said, “You’re back in time for a splendid reception tonight. Our honored guests are leaving for England in the next couple of days.”

Hawksblood knew he’d have to grit his teeth and bow to chivalry. “We will be honored to attend.”

“Oh, Edward, we’ll have to move to another room. Brianna and Christian would no doubt like to sleep in their own bedchamber tonight.”

“The thought hadn’t crossed my mind,” Christian vowed chivalrously, and all his company laughed that he made such a terrible liar!

Prince Drakkar took his wife to meet his mother before they went to the Banqueting Hall. Brianna was extremely nervous and changed her clothes three times before she was satisfied with her appearance. She finally chose a dress with a full skirt of black and gold lace and a fitted ruby red jacket that showed off the bright splendor of her golden hair. Christian insisted that she must not cover such beauty, so she chose a plain gold fillet to hold it back from her face.

When they arrived at Warrick’s, he told them that Sharon was too shy to attend the banquet, that they would much rather spend the evening alone together. Christian envied them. Princess Sharon wanted to receive her daughter-in-law privately. Brianna approached the adjoining room shyly, not knowing quite what to expect.

Christian’s mother was the most vividly beautiful woman Brianna had ever seen, and the darkest. Her bloodlines made her regally proud, yet at the same time she was so small and feminine, Brianna understood how Warrick had fallen under her spell. She must have aroused a fierce protectiveness in the young Norman that still blazed in the old warrior.

They approached each other timidly. Since the older woman was a royal princess, Brianna waited for her to speak first.

Finally she asked, “Do you love my son?” Even her accent was exotic.

“With all my heart,” Brianna assured her.

“Then we have much in common. Only when you have a child of your own, will you understand what it cost me to give him up.”

“Love for a child must be unconditional and absolute. I understand that.”

“Then you will make a good mother, Lady de Beauchamp.”

“How lovely,” Brianna said happily, “no one has called me that since my wedding day.”

“Then I hope you will return the compliment for none has ever called me by my husband’s name.”

Brianna smiled at her. “Welcome to Bordeaux, Lady de Beauchamp.”

Sharon smiled back. “I hear Bordeaux is beautiful, but it is England I long to see.”

“I, too, long to go home,” Brianna confided.

“Allow me to thank you for saving my husband’s life.” She picked up a gold filigree casket from a table beside her. “Please accept these as a token of my appreciation…and my love.”

Brianna opened the lid and gasped. It was filled with rubies. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly—”

“Nonsense. Christian,” she called, “come and adorn your beautiful wife with the rubies I brought her.”

Warrick and Christian came into the room and he fastened the rubies into her ears and clasped the necklace about her throat.

“Magnifique! Only women who are beautiful enough to outshine jewels should ever wear them,” Princess Sharon declared. Then she turned her attention to Warrick and Christian. “So. Brianna and I wish to go home to England. What do you men intend to do about it?”

Warrick winked at his son. “I’ll think on it, but we won’t be living at the Royal Court of Windsor. I intend to live at Warrick in my own castle.”

“Then we shall be close neighbors, for I intend to take Brianna home to Bedford.”

After the banquet when the floor was cleared for dancing, a handsome young Gascon by the name of Sir Bernard de Brocas petitioned Prince Edward. “Your Highness, I beg a favor of you. If you would introduce me to your enchanting cousin, the Duchess of Kent, I shall be forever in your debt.”

Edward stared at him grimly, the Plantagenet temper threatening to explode. Instead, the legendary Black Prince came to a decision. He stalked down the hall, not stopping until he stood directly in Joan’s path. Then he swung her into his arms and danced her to the dais. He climbed up and held his arms out for silence. Gradually the laughing, chattering, and whispering ceased and the entire room gave the Prince of Wales their undivided attention.

“Your Majesties, ladies and gentlemen, I wish to announce that upon my return to England, Joan, Duchess of Kent, and I will be married at Westminster. You are all invited!”

The King and Queen of England were stunned, but when they heard the cheering from their courtiers, they decided to accept their son’s decision graciously.

Christian bent his dark head to Brianna’s ear. “If Edward has enough guts to finally do as he pleases, so have I.”

“And what is it you please to do, my lord?”

“It pleases me to take you home to bed!” He put one strong arm beneath her knees and swept her into his arms before the whole assembly. Brianna slipped her arms about his neck, clinging to him, her heart almost melting against his. As he strode from the hall a group of courtiers stared, outraged at his audacity.

“An old Arabian custom,” he murmured haughtily, a prince to his very bones.

Everyone was at the Banqueting Hall, so when they returned to their house, they were entirely alone. They could have swum naked in their own private Eden, but their needs were too great at the moment for water play.

Again, Christian lifted her high against his heart and carried her upstairs. He set her feet to the floor and captured her lips. Then with his mouth in complete possession of hers, his hands began to unclothe her. There was magic in his fingers as he undressed her by feel alone, never lifting his mouth from hers.

Brianna started to do the same to Christian. It was a most arousing and sensual game to disrobe him by touch alone, with her eyes closed, her mouth fused to his, and her senses so heightened, she wanted to scream with desire.

When she was naked, his hands did not leave her but continued to work their magic, touching, stroking, feeling, rubbing, squeezing, sliding, caressing, teasing, encircling, and then his tongue too began to taste and stroke and thrust. She stood on her tiptoes, slid her arms about his neck, then lifted herself onto his marble shaft.

As Christian walked slowly to the bed, the velvet head of his shaft moved in and out of her with each firm step. He knew that she would allow him any intimacy. At long last, all her barriers were down. She trusted him totally, knowing he would bring her to rapture.

Her passion for him tonight knew no bounds. As he slid his hard length all the way up inside her, she had never been hotter than she was tonight. She was fevered, scalding, and highly aroused almost to madness. When he tried to prolong their pleasure, she began to move on him in a frenzy of need, and he knew she was ready for what he was about to do to her. Knew in body and soul that she would respond sensually and yield totally, so that he could take her on the journey of transformation.

He began to thrust into her with hard, slow, pulsating strokes. All semblance of gentleness fell away. She reveled in the fullness, the power, and potency of his thrusts. He was giving her everything she needed if only he would move faster. Christian knew the deliberately slow rhythm coupled with the intense force of his hard thrusts would pleasure her ten times longer than rapid strokes that would bring a quick climax.

Tonight he wanted her to know the bliss of multiple orgasm and so he used his greater strength to force her body to match his slow, endless, undulating rhythm. Brianna gave her will into his keeping and allowed him total control. The pleasurable sensations her body experienced were beyond anything she had ever known. Molten gold fire ran along her veins, melting her very bones, molding her to his size and shape. Their bodies became one, endlessly giving, endlessly taking. As he worshiped her with his body, time and place and identity fell away until they were transformed.

Finally, she could sustain the pleasure no longer, and deep within her body, she climaxed long and hard, one contraction after another, vibrating her sleek sheath until she shuddered to a stop. Christian held still for half a dozen heartbeats and then he withdrew his hard, thick length halfway, positioning the swollen head of his phallus against her hard bud, high on her mons.

For a moment she almost cried out that it was too much, but she read his thoughts as clearly as he read hers. Stay with me, trust me for this loving . Had he spoken aloud? Perhaps. It mattered not, she did trust him, would trust him always, forever, in this life and the next.

This time her pleasure built swiftly, exquisitely, with new and different sensations, making her so passionate she bit the smooth dark skin that stretched across his breast and shoulder. He will have scars , she thought, and then she lost even the ability to think as her bud exploded into a million delicious pulsations.

Christian held still once more to experience every last flutter of his beloved’s body. She was learning that trusting him had untold rewards. When her last shiver stilled, he thrust into her savagely once, and to the hilt, finally spending, flooding her with his love, his life. When she felt his white-hot seed spurt inside her, she experienced her final bliss.

Brianna felt too languorous to even breathe. She was utterly content to simply be. His love surrounded her in never-ending circles that moved outward from her to infinity.

Much later when they could breathe again, and move and think, Christian untangled himself from her beautiful hair and whispered, “I have a gift for you.”

Suddenly she remembered the book she had made him. “I have a gift for you too.”

As they gifted each other with a book, it would have been a coincidence, except of course there is no such thing. Each opened the book and turned the pages with rapt attention. His was entitled The Arabian Knight and she had lovingly sketched him on each page, telling his story. She portrayed him taming a falcon, winning a joust, fighting in battle, being knighted by the king, sitting at the Round Table wearing his Order of the Garter. Christian looked up from the book, enthralled that she had made this thing of beauty for him.

Brianna sat gazing in fascination at the book he had given her. When her eyes widened in disbelief, he laughed and explained, “It is a pillow book. In the East a bride-groom gives one to his bride and they look at the erotic positions of love when they retire to bed.”

“Christian! For the love of Allah, this is the wickedest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s positively decadent and lewd!”

He closed the book so she wouldn’t have to look at the depraved couplings. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to shock you. I meant to amuse you. The book you have made me touches me deeply. I will cherish it forever.” He turned to the last page where she had painted them both with their arms about three children. The illuminated script read: And they lived happily ever after .

“How do you know we will have three children?”

“I saw them in a vision once. Two strong sons and a droll little daughter.”

He reached out his hand to stroke her golden hair. “You are a marvel.”

“I know,” she said mischievously, opening her pillow book. “I think I’d like to try page twenty-four.”

As his mouth fell open, she ran giggling to the bed. Then Christian was in full pursuit. They burrowed beneath the bedcovers, laughing like lunatics. She pushed him back forcefully and rubbed her cheek along the inside of his thigh. Then her tongue came out and she traced the length of the curved scimitar branded high on his inner thigh.

She had him helpless, moaning with pleasure and laughing at the same time. “Your hair is tickling me to death!”

Soon the bedclothes were on the floor, and not long after, they followed the covers. “Mmm, imagine doing page twenty-four on a marble floor!”

“You little cocotte, what you want to do to me is too wicked to be in that book. I can’t waste my seed like that if you want to get started on that family.”

Brianna pushed him back again, but stopped laughing so she could be serious for a moment. “I’m already carrying your son tucked deep beneath my heart.”

“My darling, I love you with all my heart.” He kissed her tenderly and Brianna sighed with happiness, feeling it all the way down to her toes. Suddenly he grabbed her shoulders. “You reckless little fool. You jumped off the roof knowing you were with child!”

Brianna reached out one finger to tap his manhood. It stretched like a beast that had been sleeping, but was now fully alert. “Beat me,” she invited. “Use your stout rod and beat me, my wicked Arabian Knight.”