Chapter Fourteen #5
Amabella was nearly incoherent in her passion, feeling every move with the greatest of pleasure.
He was so big, and thrusting himself so deeply, that the pleasure-pain of it was quickly driving her towards release.
She’d never made love like this in her life; nothing had even come close.
Markus was a spectacular form of a man that she had never seen equaled.
Perhaps she was older than him, but it didn’t matter any longer.
This moment between them was right and she knew it.
She never wanted it to end.
She wanted all of him.
Markus’ thrust grew harder, firmer, and he ground his pelvis against her every time he plunged deep.
He suckled her nipples as he thrust, listening to her gasp with pleasure.
It was moving and beautiful and powerful, and after one particularly deep thrust, he felt her release around him and pants of ecstasy escaped her lips.
Still, he continued to make love to her, feeling another climax a few moments later.
Their lovemaking was reaching frenzied proportions and he could no longer stop his own release.
Markus tried to pull out of her, but her legs were wrapped around him.
He ended up spilling himself into her sweet body, feeling every last twitch and spasm with more pleasure than he’d ever known to exist. But he still kept moving, feeling what he’d put into her, having absolutely no regrets.
Normally, he was much more careful about where he put his seed, but with Amabella…
it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
That’s how he knew that his feelings for her were real.
With his body still joined to hers, Markus finally opened his eyes to look down at her.
Her bodice was down around her waist and her skirts were hiked up over her pelvis, her legs open wide to receive him.
The sheer sight of it was enough to cause him to heat up again.
Gently, he bent over, kissing her shoulder, the tops of her breasts, before gently taking a nipple in his mouth again and suckling tenderly.
In his arms, he could feel Amabella 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, gently fondling his testicles.
Her warm, gentle fingers were wildly arousing and Markus could feel himself growing hard again.
The woman’s touch set him on fire. His mouth captured hers again and she responded readily until a faint cry filled the air.
“Ama! Eggggggggggs!”
Mouth still fused to hers, Markus’ eyes flew open and he found himself staring into her deep emerald green eyes.
“Ambra,” she breathed against his mouth. “She has awakened from her nap and she is hungry.”
Markus withdrew from her in a flash, pulling her off the table as he pulled his breeches up.
As Amabella tossed down her skirts and yanked up her bodice, Markus grabbed his tunics and began pulling them over his head in no particular order.
The padded tunic close to his body ended up backwards on him, but he didn’t stop to fix it.
All that mattered was that he dress, no matter how sloppy that dress turned out to be.
Next to him, Amabella managed to very quickly fasten her garment and she helped him straighten out his tunics.
The belt with his broadsword had fallen to the ground and he swiftly picked it up as she rushed over to a chair that was near the windows overlooking the bailey.
There was some sewing there that she’d left, little breeches for Alfie, and she quickly picked them up just as Markus finished buckling his scabbard onto his waist. He looked as if he’d dressed in complete darkness and Amabella struggled not to laugh.
He bared his teeth at her menacingly, but it was in good humor.
The door to the solar rattled. Markus managed to lean casually back against the wall next to the hearth, quite a distance from Amabella, as the door flew back on its hinges and Ambra charged in with Savia on her heels. The little girl headed straight for her mother.
“Ama,” she said, climbing onto her mother’s lap. “I want yellow eggs.”
Amabella set her sewing aside, cradling her sleepy daughter, who was rubbing her eyes. “I do not know if there are any left, but we can see,” she said. “Can you greet Sir Markus?”
Ambra stopped rubbing her eyes and looked at Markus, just now noticing him over by the hearth. She grinned brightly and pointed an imperious finger at him.
“No eggs for you!”
Markus knew what was expected of him. He put a hand over his face and made sniffling noises, much to Ambra’s wicked delight. Markus chuckled at the devious little girl as he lowered his hand and turned for the open door.
“If you will excuse me, Lady de Sauque, I will go along my way,” he said. “If you have any further questions about Atlas and the situation we are facing, do not hesitate to ask. I am at your service.”
Amabella watched him cross the floor, with his tunics askew and his belt twisted, and his hair mussed from where she ran her hands through it. She noticed these things, but she wondered if anyone else would.
Not that she cared.
The price was well worth it.
“Thank you, my lord,” she said. “You have been most… gracious in your explanation.”
Markus merely smiled, quitting the chamber without another word.
Even as Ambra yanked her mother off the chair with her demands to go to the kitchen, Amabella’s thoughts were still on Markus, still on his miraculous touch.
It had been an awakening for her, an awakening that showed her what she was truly capable of in the arms of a man.
More than that, it showed her what she was truly capable of with Markus.
When he touched her, the sparks flew.
Roget had been inadequate and demanding in bed.
He’d taught her what he liked, but as the years went on, she could never bring herself to do it, knowing she was sharing him with another woman.
But with Markus, that reserve was gone. She was willing to explore everything with him and then some, and if their encounter was a foretaste of what the future held for them, she felt as if this went beyond an awakening.
A rebirth.
Come what may, Markus de Wolfe had done that for her, in more ways than she could imagine.