Chapter Eight
It was just after midnight when Trenton entered the small, dimly-lit chamber at the base of the stairs to find Lysabel waiting for him.
It was a room used by the servants at times, in a section of the vault that was fairly empty, so there wasn’t a good deal of traffic about. Considering the clandestine nature of their meeting, that was a good thing. For what they were about to do, they didn’t need witnesses.
“The girls have gone to sleep, I take it?” Trenton asked, simply to break the timid silence.
Lysabel motioned to the door, indicating that he should shut it. He did, and bolted it, before returning his attention to her.
“They are,” she said, smiling weakly. “No more kicking and snoring for me tonight, at least for the time being.”
He snorted softly. “That is a good thing,” he said.
Then, his smile faded as he glanced around the darkened, musty room.
“Lys, you did not have to invite me down here after… well, after what happened in the garden. I have no such expectations, nor would I ever suggest something more intimate than what we’ve already done.
I do not want you to feel as if I have pushed myself upon you. ”
Lysabel was shaking her head before he even finished.
“This is my suggestion, Trenton,” she said.
“I… I do not know why I suggested it, only that it seemed right. When you kissed me in the garden, it seemed so right and natural to me, as if it was always meant to be. I have spent my life being revolted by a man’s kiss, but tonight…
you changed that. One kiss, and you have changed every perception I have ever had. ”
It wasn’t that Trenton didn’t want to bed her.
In fact, in the flickering light of the chamber, with one small taper throwing out golden light onto the four walls, he could see a pallet on the ground, a neat collection of blankets fashioned into a bed.
He didn’t know if the pallet had already been here or if Lysabel had made it.
He could very easily throw her down upon it and ravage her, but he didn’t want her to think that his flesh against hers was the only thing he had in mind. What he felt ran much deeper than that.
“But it was just one kiss,” he said, his eyes glimmering at her. “There will be many more to come, God willing. One kiss and I do not expect you to do… this.”
Lysabel’s warm expression faded. Then, her features dropped entirely. “I see,” she said, lowering her gaze. “Then I have made a fool of myself. I am sorry, Trenton. I did not mean for you to feel obligated when that was not what you had in mind.”
He went to her, quickly. “I do not feel obligated,” he assured her.
“Believe me, I would like nothing better. But you seemed so hesitant in the garden that I do not want you to think that I expect this. I don’t, you know.
I am happy to do whatever you wish to do, even if it is to simply sit and talk. ”
Lysabel looked up at him, feeling her stomach quiver, knowing that she wanted to feel as he’d made her feel in the garden.
Like a wildfire, those sensations had consumed her and she wanted to taste more, to taste something she’d never before known.
It was curiosity, it was desire, but it was also something more – it was the way her heart felt when he had touched her.
Magic.
It was bold and reckless of her, but she didn’t care.
“I wish for you to kiss me,” she whispered.
He sighed quietly; she could hear him. “Are you certain?”
“Never more certain of anything.”
Trenton didn’t say another word. His arms went around her and he pulled her against his body, planting a soft, warm kiss on her mouth and feeling her succumb to him almost instantly.
There was no hesitation or reservation, as if she were surrendering completely.
In fact, she began to grow aggressive, wrapping her arms around his neck and snaking her tongue into his mouth because that was what he’d done to her, out in the garden. Trenton groaned, instantly aroused.
He was overwhelmed by her.
More than twice Lysabel’s size, Trenton used that strength to pick her up, holding her tightly against him.
He tasted her lips, her flesh, his mouth moving across her cheek to her tender earlobe.
Her skin, so pale and soft, was sweet and delicious.
He suckled on a tender earlobe, listening to her gasp with delight.
Lysabel was wearing a surcoat with a neckline that displayed the swell of her breasts, and Trenton’s mouth moved all over her cleavage, suckling and gently licking, before returning to her mouth and kissing her deeply.
As he did so, his right hand moved to her left breast, very gently cupping it.
When she didn’t stop him, he squeezed harder.
As she’d done in the garden, Lysabel quickly unfastened the ties that held the surcoat snug on her body, shimmying as if to shake it right off her.
As her mouth fused to Trenton’s again, she went to work on his belted tunic.
Trenton was on fire. He helped Lysabel untie his tunic, so impatient at one point that he ended up ripping a tie when he yanked at it.
His mouth was on hers, his hands on her naked flesh as he found himself making the most logical move he could think of – he had her up in his arms and moved for the pallet behind them.
Lysabel was all wrapped up around him, kissing the man as she’d never kissed anyone in her life.
His masculinity, his charm, and his power had her drowning in him.
For a woman who had never shown any aggression in the bedchamber, a single kiss from Trenton had changed all of that. Now, she was coming alive.
Swept away…
Trenton laid Lysabel down on the pallet, lying down right on top of her.
He pulled her shift free, his big hands coming into contact with her full, sweet breasts, his mouth capturing a nipple.
Lysabel groaned as he suckled her and she began reaching for his breeches.
Trenton felt her fumbling and he moved to help her, pulling them down to his knees.
He still had his boots on and he didn’t want to stop to remove them; liquid fire in his veins was preventing him from stopping their momentum, even a little bit.
But once his hose came down, and she was nude beneath him, he planted his face in between her legs and pleasured her.
Lysabel cried out softly as he licked her mercilessly.
His mouth, his hands, were doing wicked things to her, things she had never experienced.
The extent of Benoit’s lovemaking had been hard and demanding, and at this moment, Lysabel understood what it meant to have a man love her.
She never could have imagined the joy of it, and she desperately wanted to feel him within her.
Trenton didn’t make her wait long; his tongue had manipulated her to the verge of a release but stopped short of it.
He lifted himself up over her quivering, supple body and mounted her.
Lysabel gasped as he thrust into her. Trenton was a big man and his manhood was proportionate, and she felt every inch as he drove it into her.
She responded to him eagerly, her pelvis moving against his, meeting his thrusts, feeling sparks fly every time he plunged deep.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to her and slanted her lips over his as he continued to thrust.
She was still kissing him deeply as she climaxed for the first time in her life, and Trenton’s mouth absorbed the swift pants of pleasure.
As wildly aroused as he was, he kept his focus, bringing her to another climax a few minutes later.
After that, he couldn’t control himself and when he felt himself peaking, he didn’t try to stop it.
It was such a glorious orgasm that he nearly lost consciousness.
It was everything he knew it would be.
But Lysabel apparently wasn’t finished. She was grinding her wet heat against him, seeking his spent manhood that was still partially engorged.
Knowing what she wanted without her asking, Trenton plunged back into her wet body and felt her climax yet again.
He didn’t think it was possible for him to grow hard again so soon, but it was literally minutes before he was rock-hard again, thrusting into her and loving every moment of it.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
It was like a dream, a little piece of heaven that he had never known to exist. A dream where he was making love to a woman he adored, and a woman who adored him in return.
Lysabel was touching him everywhere, curiously and gently, and in little time he climaxed so hard that, this time, he bit his tongue.
It was the most amazing sexual experience he’d ever had.
Eventually, Trenton fell against her, his body still embedded in hers as she lay beneath him.
He lay there with his arms around her, holding her fast and close, thinking on how his life was going to change from this point on.
He’d been wildly attracted to Lysabel since nearly the beginning, but now there was something more involved. He’d claimed her, physically.
The intimate act between them sealed it.
In fact, he knew he loved her. He couldn’t remember when he hadn’t. He’d been lying to himself if he thought it was anything else other than love, so he simply lay there and held her, savoring every moment as if it was the best one he had ever lived.
It took Trenton a few minutes to realize that Lysabel had fallen asleep in his arms. The woman who didn’t seem to sleep very well, or so she’d told him, was now fast asleep, warm and safe for probably the first time in her adult life.
Her soft, sweet snores filled the air. With a grin, he tightened his grip around her, holding her close.
Before sunrise, they parted with kisses and soft words, and even as Trenton watched Lysabel walk away, heading up the stairs and into the main part of Wellesbourne’s keep, he knew one thing: it had been the best night of his life.
And he knew he would never let her go.