Chapter Thirteen #4
His fingers moved down her belly to the dark curls between her legs.
She started unsteadily at first, but his kisses soothed her as his fingers stroked the moist, tender folds.
When he felt her relax, he slipped a finger into her wet heat and listened to her soft grunts of pleasure, of anxiety. His lips claimed her mouth again.
“I love you more than my life,” he murmured against her. “You must always remember that.”
She opened her eyes, gazing into his dark blue orbs. There was such warmth and passion there. As they lost themselves in the tenderness of the gaze, Brogan slid his manhood into her waiting body.
She was wet and hot and slick. As she gasped with surprise, he slanted his mouth over hers again and continued his steady thrust. One more thrust saw him seated to the hilt, ridding her of her virginity and claiming her completely.
Avalyn groaned and gasped, but her discomfort was momentary.
She had never in her life felt more close to someone, or so completely whole.
He filled her like nothing she had ever known to exist. It was a magical moment for them both.
Brogan gave her a moment to become accustomed to his body embedded within her.
When his thrusts began, they were gentle and slow.
Avalyn moved with him, relishing the new sensations, feeling his hands upon her and his body within her.
She’d never felt so womanly, so loved. When his thrusts increased, a spark started in her loins that grew in intensity.
Brogan’s hot, rapid breath in her ear only seemed to increase the sensation.
His hands were on her breasts, in her hair, snaking around her back and holding her close.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him fast as the pace quickened.
She could feel him grinding his pelvis against her Venus Mound, every contact bringing a shock of sensation.
His mouth was on her lips again, suckling her, and she suddenly felt a burst of sensation from within her groin.
It was enough to bring a loud gasp to her lips, one of pure pleasure and exhilaration.
Brogan swallowed up her cries in his mouth, giving one last, hard thrust, his entire body shuddering.
Still, he continued to move, not wanting the magic to fade but knowing it must. His kisses softened until they stopped completely.
When Avalyn opened her eyes, he was gazing softly at her.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispered.
She shook her head. “Not at all.” She touched his cheek, watching him kiss her palm as it moved by his mouth. “You consume me, Brogan. I wish I could tell you everything that is in my heart, everything that I am feeling.”
He smiled faintly. “If it is anything close to what I am feeling, then I understand it well. I never truly loved a woman until I met you, Avalyn. Now I understand why life is worth living.”
They exchanged smiles, touches. The straw poked at her back but Avalyn did not want to move.
She wished she could stay with him, like this, forever.
But the reality was that they must leave, and quickly.
The longer they stayed, the more chance there was for discovery. She tilted her head up and kissed him.
“I love you, my darling,” she murmured. “But we must get dressed.”
He sighed heavily. “I know.”
“Up, then, my love. Quickly.”
He gave her one last, final squeeze before releasing her.
In the darkness, they dressed, Brogan’s hands lingering on her as he helped her with her stays.
He couldn’t stop touching her, and more than once, they fell into a passionate kiss.
Avalyn wanted to run from the gates that very moment and never look back, but she knew that Brogan had to take care of St. Alban and The Sirens. She was anxious to help them, too.
“I shall send the girls down to you shortly,” she said. “There is a servant’s gate in the wall near the kitchens. That would probably be the best place to leave unnoticed. Will you have St. Alban waiting to escort them?”
He nodded, securing the last tie on his tunic.
“I will make sure he is there,” he said.
“However, it will be more difficult for me to leave with my charger. I believe you should go with the Sirens so that St. Alban can take all of you from the servant’s gates.
It would be a lot easier than trying to spirit you out through the main gates with me. ”
She nodded in agreement. “That is a wise suggestion. Where will we meet up?”
He was moving out of the stall, making sure they were still alone. “I will arrange a rendezvous point outside of the fortress with St. Alban. Then we ride for St. Helen to collect Lake.”
“And then freedom.”
He sighed, his gaze lingering on her. He could hardly believe their plans were finally coming to fruition.
There was a good deal of excitement and apprehension in his belly, but it was nothing compared to his utter adoration of Avalyn.
He would have escaped through Hell simply for a chance to be near her.
“Freedom,” he said softly, taking her in his arms again. “I shall escort you back to the keep. There is nothing strange about us being seen together. I will say that I ran into you in the stables when I was checking on my horse and you were tending your colt.”
She nodded. “And, being a chivalrous knight, you would not let me walk unescorted.”
“Exactly.”
He kissed her one last time, sweetly, before letting her go. “Ready?”
She squared her shoulders. “Ready.”
They made it out of the stable without incident.
The moon overhead was a sliver, casting little light on the stable yards as they casually passed through.
The moment they entered the main bailey, however, there was a loud noise and Brogan suddenly ended up in a heap at her feet.
Shocked, Avalyn looked up to see Barton with the butt-end of a mace in his hand.
He had clobbered Brogan on the head with it.
Horrified, her gaze moved beyond St. John to see Charles standing several feet behind him with a group of soldiers.
The ghostly moonglow illuminated his chubby features; even in the dimness she could see that Aubrey did not look pleased.
“Tie him up.”
Then, someone grabbed Avalyn.