Chapter Seventeen #4
“I remember when you lost your parents, although I did not know you well,” Arik murmured.
“I remember a little boy crying all night long into his straw pillow and suddenly emerging the next day looking like the devil’s apprentice. I have never seen such… hardness on one so young.”
Gaston stared into the fire a moment before turning his attention to Remington.
“I thought I was holding to my vow quite well until I met Lady Stoneley. Now it is as if all of the emotions I spent my life fighting off are suddenly manifesting themselves. I could not deny my feelings for her if I wanted to.”
“Aye, you could, but you do not want to,” Arik teased lightly. “And I do not blame you. I am very pleased, Gaston, to see that you are allowing yourself to love.”
He did not know what to say; he was already embarrassed with his emotional blubbering. “Which is why I cannot let her go.”
Arik’s smile faded. “You have to face the very real possibility that the church will not grant her an annulment, Gaston. What will you do then?”
He drew in a long breath through his nose as if contemplating the realism of it. “I will kill Stoneley and marry her anyway.”
“I asked you not to,” Remington whispered, raising her head. She turned slightly to look at Arik. “Greetings this eve, Arik.”
“Greetings, my lady,” Arik responded, clearing his throat and standing from the table.
“How long have you been awake?” Gaston chided her gently.
“Long enough. How could I sleep with you two making so much commotion?” she unwound her arms from his neck and winced. “Ouch. I have no feeling left in them.”
He gently helped her to stand and took to rubbing the circulation back into her arms. He rubbed her so vigorously that her whole body began to shimmy from side to side and they both laughed. He gathered her against him, both of them facing Arik.
“Well? Why are you still standing there?” Gaston demanded lightly.
Arik fought off a smirk. “Awaiting orders, my lord.”
“Get out. That is my order,” Gaston watched his second move obediently toward the door and called out after him.
“Prepare a guard of one hundred and fifty of my elite warriors. I would also take eight knights with me, including Patrick and Antonius. You and Nicolas will have command of the fortress.”
“Aye, my lord,” Arik swept from the room with a lingering glance to Remington.
“I shall kill him for looking at you like that,” Gaston said into her neck.
She was still tired, leaning against him. “Take me to bed, my lord. I am exceedingly weary.”
He rose behind her. “I shall escort you to my bedchamber, my lady, but you shall be doing very little sleeping.”
She grinned. “You would take advantage of a weakened, crazy woman?”
He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Aye, I would.”
*
True to his word, he did take advantage of her.
From the moment he lay her upon his bed until the sun rose, they never stopped making love.
Remington could do very little with her weakened right arm, and Gaston was perfectly content to do all of the work himself.
He caressed, teased, touched, and penetrated, feeding off of the sounds of pleasure emanating from Remington’s lips.
She wanted to touch him as he was touching her, but his attentions soon rendered her quite powerless to do anything other than lie back and enjoy it.
At one point, she dozed off as he was planting soft kisses on her back and awoke to find that he was still kissing her, only he had moved to her feet.
With a stretch and a smile, she parted her thighs and welcomed him deep inside her.
She still found it hard to believe that this massive, powerful man was hers, body and soul. Every time she touched his perfect body, she was filled with wonder and awe anew. To see him looming over her with his beauty and grace boggled her mind.
They climaxed together no less than five times that night, mayhap more that she did not remember, because Remington was so exhausted by the time the sun rose that she drifted off into a deep sleep still cradled in Gaston’s arms. She was so tired she barely recalled, other than the feeling of complete happiness, the exact details.
They lay in a tight clinch, her thighs still wrapped around him and his shaft still buried within her.
Gaston slept, too. He knew there was much to do this day, but he couldn’t bear to part with her. That was why he had generals, was it not to carry on in his stead? Let Arik and his cousins handle the men; right now, he only wanted to think and feel Remington.
It was noon before he awoke. Remington was pressed up against him, sound asleep, and he found himself warming to her once again. His great organ, heavy and flaccid, suddenly sprang to life as his hands drifted down her back.
Remington stirred at his touch, feeling his arousal brushing up against her buttocks. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips and when she tried to move, she moaned softly in agony.
He smiled, shifted as she lowered her stiff legs. “Why do you move? You will only be in the same position in but a moment.”
She grinned, a delightful sleepy, grin. “How bold you are, my lord. Wasn’t last night enough for you? I would think you were bled dry by now.”
He snorted. “Was it enough for you?”
Her eyes opened, the sea-crystal color as pure as the air. “I will never have enough of you.”
He stroked her face tenderly, his lips nibbling on the sweet line of her chin. She was hot for him, her body already highly attuned to his. Taking his hand, she placed it on her wet heat and he groaned low in his throat.
He grew rougher, more demanding, and she came alive.
The wound and her fatigue were forgotten as she responded to him with rekindled intensity.
Mouths open, tongues entwined, they tasted and teased and clashed, hands kneading and caressing.
Gaston rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and she was on fire with the feel of his throbbing organ against her thigh.
Her mouth left his, sucking and kissing his magnificent chest as his huge hands wound themselves in her silken curls.
She bit at his nipples just as he bit at hers and he laughed softly.
She paused but to raise a wicked eyebrow at him before her hot hands were on his massive shaft, stroking his organ firmly and cupping his egg-sized testicles.
She knew what she was doing and he did not stop to think how she had become so adept; his eyes rolled back into his head and when her hot, wet mouth came down on him, he growled like a tiger. It was Remington’s turn to laugh.
He could take naught but a few seconds of her touch before he was pulling her up by the hair, his mouth fusing to hers.
They tumbled, rolled, grasped and touched until they rolled their way off the bed and onto the floor.
Remington was so aroused she was panting loudly with each breath, her body on fire like she had never known.
She knew they were on the floor and did not particularly care, but as she stood to climb back on the bed, Gaston bent her over the mattress and drove into her from behind.