Chapter Seventeen #2
She stood much the same as the day of their wedding—before the window, with her hair loose and flowing down over her shoulders.
Most of the time she wore it braided and covered, and he was pleased to see it thusly.
Nothing encouraged his rampant desire as much as the thought of tangling his hands in it and stroking its silkiness.
Lara faced him and this time it was she who held out her arms and he who walked into her embrace.
Sebastien lifted her off her feet and held her high enough off the floor that her toes could not touch.
Without taking his gaze from hers, he kissed her on the mouth and then let her slide down his body.
“You are mine, now, my lady,” he said as he took her lips again and again.
Lara leaned back and laughed at him. “As you are mine, my lord.” Then she kissed him with her mouth open, mimicking the way he always kissed her.
“You make me wild, Lara. I fear I cannot hold back what I am feeling for you right at this moment.”
“Then do not hold back,” she said quietly.
His body tightened, and his cock, which had been hard from the moment she knelt before him, now rose even more. His heart pounded and he found it difficult to stop kissing her.
“But your poor face,” he said.
“You will not hurt me, Sebastien. I do not fear your passion.”
“And I do not fear yours. Let it go and let us revel in it.”
“Aye, my lord. It is as you wish and command.”
Her saucy tone excited him more and his body reacted by hardening as he slid his hands to the back of her neck and untied the laces there.
He was not certain how all of their clothing was removed, but in a few minutes they stood naked next to the bed.
There were so many things he wanted to do, so many places on her body that he wanted to touch and taste.
There were so many ways he wanted to draw out that moan that she made when overwhelmed by pleasure.
“You appear to be confused, my lord.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “There is so much I want to share with you. So many thoughts and desires are racing through my thoughts and I do not know where to begin.”
“Start by simply loving me. The rest will come as we go.”
“That sounds good to me.”
He started with a kiss. He touched his lips to hers gently and drew her closer.
He felt her hands gliding over his skin, around his waist and even down onto his arse.
He arched into her, unable to stop and wanting more.
He was careful not to touch that side of her face where the bruising was.
Sebastien led her to the bed and he sat on it…
and smiled. The height of it and his own height put his mouth directly in front of her breasts.
Spreading his legs, he pulled her between them and kissed her breasts.
As he watched, her head fell back and she began to make the enticing throaty sound that spoke of pleasure.
Her nipples tightened and he moved from one to the other, licking and sucking on them until she did moan.
Steadying her with his hands on her hips, he moved his mouth down to her belly and kissed almost to the place between her legs.
He felt her clutch at his head, and laughed.
“Am I pleasing you, wife?”
He did not wait for her response in words, for her body answered him and, as he slid his hand between her legs and into the very core of her, wept a welcome for him.
She shook and her legs trembled as he continued to draw that moisture out and spread it on the swollen bud there.
She shuddered and shivered as he pressed his palm against it, and he felt her tightening around his fingers.
Lara was so close to her edge and he wanted to be inside of her, filling her, when she reached it.
He slid backward on the bed and helped her climb up.
Instead of laying her next to him, he guided her across his legs until she sat facing him.
Taking a moment and hoping it prolonged what was to come, he moved her legs around his hips and bent his legs around her to keep her where he wanted her.
With little effort, he pushed forward and entered her.
Although doing so nearly killed him, he sat unmoving until she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“You stopped?” she said, in a husky, passion-filled voice.
“Aye, my lady.” He held her steady with his arms wrapped around her. From chest to hips and more, they were touching each other without using their hands.
She squirmed, or tried to, but he was stronger and held her fast. “My lord, this is not fair. Do you not want to take me?”
“’Tis simply the consequences of disturbing my work.
I saw the way you moved your hips as you walked out.
You knew I would be thinking of doing this.
” He arched now, pushing more deeply into her and then drawing out.
“And this,” he said as he repeated it. She did not resist him, indeed when urged on by his hands and words, she lifted herself closer so that he could capture the tips of her breasts with his mouth.
“Sebastien!” she cried out. He could feel the tension in her body and knew she wanted release. He was simply not ready to give in.
“Are you aching for me, Lara?” He took the now tender nipples between his first two fingers and squeezed them gently, then rubbed his thumbs across them until she screamed. Then he released them and blew on the tight buds to soothe them. Another shudder shook her, but still no release.
His own body screamed for it, too. He knew it was close, but he drew in and let out a couple of deep breaths until he felt more in control. But that did not relieve the tightness of her sheath around his cock. Or the heat and wetness that so aroused him.
“Sebastien,” she whispered. “Please? Please now? It aches like an itch that needs scratching, and I cannot reach it.”
“Then let me help you, love. Give me your hand,” he said as he took her fingers and guided them down between their bodies.
He moved his fingers around hers and spread the wet folds until he—they—could touch the treasure within.
“Can you reach it now? Move your fingers with mine.” He waited for her to follow his instructions.
She gasped once, and then again and again, as their fingers teased and touched the center of her ache.
“I cannot…” she began, and then the words trailed off as her peak came upon her.
He felt it probably before she did, for it spread from inside her sheath out to the bud they teased togethered.
Her body tightened and arched against his hands and around his cock.
He thought he might come, but he was watching the expressions on her face and managed to hold it back.
She keened, emitting that sound, and he was ready.
Lifting her from his lap, he slid down on the bed and settled her over his legs, on her knees this time so she could move.
Lara knelt above him now, with her hair streaming over both of them.
He took two handfuls and wrapped his fists in it, pulling her forward to his mouth.
Her expression was one of confusion when she gazed down at his hardness. “Will you not take me?”
“Nay, lady. ’Tis your turn to be doing the taking. I promise not to resist you too much.”
“I can take you?”
“Oh, aye. I know your skills in riding. Ride me, Lara.”
After considering it for a moment, she smiled, and he knew that, more likely than not, it was the same smile on another face that had tempted Adam to sin in the Garden of Eden. When she began to move and then found her gait, he knew it for certain.
He stroked the fistfuls of hair over her belly as she moved against him, and then up to her breasts.
She gasped with every touch, and he knew she would come again.
He arched his hips against her, aiding her movements and filling her more with every thrust. Then he felt his seed ready to burst forth and he did not to resist it.
The muscles deep within her contracted again and again and pulled every drop from him.
He smiled, satisfied in more ways than just the physical joining. This felt so right. As if he belonged here, he was home. He waited for her to collapse, which she did a moment later. He held her tightly and rubbed his hands over her back.
“I do love you, Sebastien,” she whispered to him. “In spite of the mistakes I’ve made, I truly do love you.”
“Hush, now, Lara. We will both make mistakes along the way. The important thing is that we have found love and it will help us in times of doubt and trouble.”
She did not answer him. He knew there were many secrets she still held, as did he, but together they would find their way. He rolled to his side and gathered her close.
“All will be well.”
It was at that moment that he realized in his haste to bed her, he’d left the doors to their chambers open, as well as on the landing below. Most likely, everyone in the hall had heard every sound between them. Lara would be most grievously embarrassed.
As sorry as he was over that, and he was, it was best if they learned now what life would be like as they accepted their marriage. He would keep her in his arms and in his bed as much as possible once he returned home from the next two battles.
Home.
Aye, he was truly home.