Chapter Eighteen #3
What she didn’t know, she could figure out.
She wanted all of him.
Emmeline took on the aggressor role. She wrapped her legs around Addax’s waist, holding him tightly against her as they passionately kissed one another.
Addax’s hands were beginning to roam as he went from holding her tightly to stroking her back and arms. When she didn’t stop him, he moved to her buttocks, squeezing them and pulling her body against his.
Her legs were parted and his body was wedged in between them, even though they were fully clothed.
Through his breeches, Emmeline could feel his hard arousal against her woman’s center.
She’d never wanted anything so badly in her life.
Addax’s mouth went to her neck, gently suckling her silken skin, and a hand began to gently pull back the neckline of her garment.
Because she’d lost some weight, it moved easily, and he was able to pull it off her left shoulder, baring her skin.
He could hear her soft grunts of pleasure as he kissed her cleavage, her shoulder, before moving lower.
He pulled the bodice down her torso, exposing her left breast.
Emmeline cried out softly as his mouth clamped over a tender nipple.
She began to pull at his tunic, trying to undress him, and Addax didn’t stop her.
In fact, he helped her. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
In his fervor, he yanked the top of her garment down around her waist to expose both breasts.
And they were a beautiful sight.
He began to feast on them as his clothing came off in pieces until he was finally nude from the waist up.
Mouth on her delicious breasts, he flipped up her skirts without any resistance whatsoever.
In fact, she was working on his scabbard and his breeches, and he had her skirts up about the time she pulled loose his ties.
His broadsword cluttered to the floor and his breeches slipped down to his mid-thigh.
He was between her legs, their bodies essentially naked from the waist down, and his big arousal pushed at her.
Addax was a big man, and his male member was equal in size.
Emmeline’s eager hands moved to his enormous erection as she guided him into her.
She’d never done that kind of thing before, but she knew where his manhood belonged.
It belonged in her, deeply buried. When Addax felt her slick, wet heat, he thrust firmly into her.
Although it wasn’t the first time she’d been bedded, it felt like it.
The pleasure-pain of his entry was indescribable.
Emmeline bit off her gasps of passion, sinking her teeth into his shoulder, as he thrust into her.
Because she was so tight, he had to thrust three times before he was fully seated.
But the feel of her was exquisite, everything he knew it would be, and he could feel her legs wrap around him and draw him in deeper.
His arms went around her, holding her tightly as he began to move.
Addax’s mouth was on hers, kissing her deeply as he made love to her on the oak table of the solar.
Her quill ended up on the ground, and the ink almost spilled, but he had the presence of mind to grab it before it could topple.
Addax felt things for Emmeline that he had never felt in his life, for anyone, an attraction that he couldn’t control.
It was more than the act of sex itself. It was a demonstration of the love he felt for her, feelings of worship and adoration that he’d built long before this moment.
It was simply the culmination of everything he’d dreamed of.
As he’d told her earlier—There is a day in your life that changes it forever.
For Addax, this was the day.
In his arms, Emmeline was nearly incoherent in her passion, feeling every move with the greatest of pleasure.
He was thrusting himself so deeply that the intense pleasure of it was quickly driving her toward release.
She’d never made love like this in her life—nothing had even come close.
Addax was a magnificent form of a man, and he belonged to her. Only to her. This was their moment.
This was when they became one.
Addax’s thrusts grew harder, firmer, and he ground his pelvis against her every time he plunged deep.
It was moving and beautiful and powerful, and after one particularly deep thrust, he felt her release around him as pants of rapture escaped her lips.
Still, he continued to make love to her, feeling another climax shortly after the first. Their lovemaking had reached such a frenzied proportion, and he could no longer stop his own release.
Addax tried to pull out of her, but her legs were wrapped around him and he couldn’t remove them in time.
He ended up spilling himself into her soft body, feeling every last twitch and spasm with more pleasure than he’d ever known to exist. But he still kept moving, loving the feel of what he’d put into her, marking this woman as he’d never marked anyone else.
Emmeline was his, and would forever be his.
God willing, he would marry her soon, and she would bear strong sons.
Sons that were of Kitaran royalty, of Egyptian royalty, and of Plantagenet royalty through their mother.
No sons on this earth would have such powerful bloodlines, sons who would grow up to do great and noble things.
That was how he knew that this moment, this coupling, was meant to be.
That was how he knew this love was preordained.
Perhaps this was the reason he’d been forced to leave Kitara.
Everything in his life had happened in a certain sequence from that point.
Perhaps that was why de Lohr had found him, and why, eventually, he found his way to England and to the Executioner Knights and to the tournament circuit.
He’d eventually met Maximilian and through Maximilian, he met Emmeline.
Everything in his life had been building to this very moment, when he would find the woman he loved, a woman he had loved before time and would love after the earth was absorbed back into the cosmos.
This moment.
This time.
It was theirs.
With his body still joined to hers, Addax finally opened his eyes to look down at Emmeline.
The top of her broadcloth dress was down around her waist and her skirts were hiked up over her pelvis, her legs open wide to receive him.
The sight of it was enough to heat him up again.
Lovingly, he bent over, kissing her shoulder, the tops of her breasts, before taking a nipple in his mouth again and suckling firmly.
In his arms, he could feel Emmeline shudder.
She had her arms around his neck, but when he started suckling her again, she put one hand down to where their bodies joined, timidly touching his manroot as it remained embedded in her.
Her warm, gentle fingers were wildly arousing, and Addax could feel himself growing hard again.
Her touch set him on fire. His mouth captured hers again, and she responded feverishly.
When old Elza brought up some food to the solar some time later, she didn’t dare knock on the closed door.
She knew, as most others at Alston knew, that Sir Addax had returned because he loved Lady de Grey.
Now they were behind closed doors, and Elza put her ear against it to see if she heard any bits of conversation.
If she did, she would knock, but what she heard was most definitely not conversation.
With a grin, she took the food back to the kitchen.