Chapter Sixteen #3
She was his; he knew she was his. Everything about this moment screamed of the feelings they felt for one another, the attraction that had built into something powerful and unbreakable in spite of the obstacles between them.
His attentions were gentle and delicate as Isadora lay there, eyes open, watching him.
He sensed her attention because he lifted his head from the swell of her bosom, his gaze melding with hers.
It was a moment full of silent words of love, perhaps even of gratitude, for this moment of adoration and discovery.
There was no question about what they were doing or what was to come.
They both wanted it, badly. Cam tugged at her tunic, lifting it over her head as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
He kissed her nose, her cheek, as he laid the tunic on the ground, kissing the flesh that had become exposed.
Isadora was clad only in a thin shift and hose now, bathed in the warm glow of the fire, and he managed to pull all of that off of her as well, hearing her hose jingle with the silver coins he’d given her.
Flipping the coverlet onto her to cover her nakedness, he stood up and pulled his tunic over his head.
She made no move to stop him.
Cam’s gaze never left her face as his tunic came off, revealing his muscular chest, thick neck, and broad shoulders.
There was a fine matting of blond hair over his chest and Isadora watched with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation as he removed his boots and breeches as well.
Completely nude, and nearly fully aroused, Cam faced her for a moment, allowing her to become acquainted with his naked form, before climbing onto the tiny bed beside her.
Hot flesh against hot flesh came together in a mighty clash as Cam’s lips latched on to her mouth again.
She was so soft and warm, and to feel her against him with such intimacy was more than he could bear.
He’d never loved a woman before and the sensation of it overwhelmed him to the point of madness.
Cam’s mouth moved away from hers, down her neck, seeking a heated nipple.
Beneath him, Isadora gasped at the newness of the sensation but Cam held her slender body fast, hardly allowing her any movement at all.
He didn’t want her to squirm away from him as he greedily suckled her breasts, using his body weight to keep her from moving too much as his right hand stroked her thighs. They were so very supple.
God, it was like heaven.
Carefully, he wedged his big body in between her legs.
He could smell her feminine musk and it was intoxicating, filling his nostrils until he could hardly stand it.
He lifted himself up, his manhood pressing against her virginal core, and put a hand between their bodies to help ease way inside her.
“I can stop if ye wish,” he murmured against her cheek. “Tell me tae stop and I will.”
Isadora looked up at him without fear. “Nay,” she whispered. “Dunna ever stop, Cam. Swear this tae me.”
“I swear.”
“Tell me ye love me.”
“Until the end of all things, I do.”
He suddenly thrust forward, filling her with his fullness as she gasped at the sting of possession.
But it was a small price to pay in comparison to the feeling of closeness and intimacy.
Cam was atop her, filling her with his manhood, and Isadora never thought twice about what they were doing.
Already, she loved the warm possessiveness of it, the feeling of being impaled by a man.
Already, she craved it.
Instinctively, her hands moved to his buttocks, her nails in his flesh, and Cam groaned with pleasure as he began to move.
He thrust into her body, slowly and with measured force, lost in a world of warmth that revolved around the woman in his arms. Her hands on his buttocks were feeding his desire with a fervor he’d never before experienced, and for the first time in his life, he felt like a man.
A real man.
Nothing he’d ever done like this in the past even came close to this moment in time when he bedded the woman he loved.
It was more than a physical need; it was an emotional one, a spiritual one, and a need that overwhelmed his entire being.
He kissed her deeply as he thrust into her again and again, the kisses infused with everything he was feeling for her.
There was no Lindsay, no Keith. No enemy, no vengeance. Simply his love for her and hers for him.
It was an awakening.
Cam found his release quickly, unable to hold back.
He spilled himself deep, listening to Isadora’s gasps of pleasure beneath him.
Even when the movement stopped and their bodies cooled, he continued to hold her tightly, trying not to think of what the future would hold for them both.
At the moment, he didn’t want to think about anything but Isadora.
At the moment, nothing else mattered.
Only the two of them.
But the night had to end at some point. Cam knew Isadora couldn’t stay with him until morning, so he helped her dress, the warmth back in his eyes now when he looked at her. But only briefly.
Only for the night.
Come the morning, that vengeance blackening his soul was back.
And he hated himself for it.