Mysty McPartland (7 page)

H
is manhood started to stir and he groaned softly. When he felt her hot breath against his neck, he was instantly aroused. He was hard and throbbing within moments. Damn it to hell, what was he going to do, more than anything he wanted to roll over and bury himself deep inside his wife, but couldn’t. His damn oath wouldn’t let him.

May
be if he just got out of bed and went down stairs would be the best thing to do, however he knew he wouldn’t. So, he just lay there taking deep breaths and willed his erection to disappear, it wouldn’t obey and in the end he put himself through sheer torture.

Trista felt so warm and cuddled closer to the heat, she frowned, she was snuggled up to something so hard and solid yet so toasty. She wondered what it could be, only when she heard the soft groan, did her lashes fly open.

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t took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the faint light and she knew what kept her so warm. Just the scent was enough, she could smell a tang of lemon, which she knew could only belong to the Black Warlock. She bit her lip wondering if she moved would she wake him up however, deep down she asked herself did she really want to move.

Heart thumping knowing she was awake, Rieph lay perfectly still, wondering just what she would do. He nearly flew off the bed at the first tentative glide of her fingers across his flesh. To stop himself from groaning in pleasure he clenched his jaw when she continued to timidly explore his body. When her touch lightly swept over his buttocks, he could not take any more and he moved swiftly on to his back.

C
apturing her wrist, breathing deeply and heavily, he kept his gaze locked with hers. “I cannae let ye continue, lass, unless ye are ready for me to consummate our union and make ye truly me wife.”

Thankful for the gloomy light that hid her fiery blush, she tried to pull her hand free, but he held it tightly. She swallowed as she felt his hair-roughened thigh brush against her own and her own breathing became labored.

When she did not answer, he wondered what she might be thinking. When he noticed the pulse at her throat beating wildly, he pulled gently on her hand and she fell across his chest. He encased her in his arms and bought her mouth closer to his.

H
e lifted his head, pressed his lips firmly against hers and when she gave a soft gasp, thrust his tongue inside and swept her mouth with hunger. Tasting her and devouring her with his kiss. He shifted her so that now the full length of her body was covering his.

Though she tried she could not fight him or the desire he stirred in every part of her. His kiss left no other thought but to give into the delicious feelings that were growing deep inside of her. She could feel his hardness pressed between her thighs and her body of its own will squirmed closer and rubbed against him.

Passion exploded inside her, w
himpering softly when he deepened the kiss, her mind stopped working and all that mattered was her body burning with need and she wanted her husband to put out the fire blazing inside her.

She was temptation itself and though he tried to fight it he was ravenous for her, his erection ached with ferocious hunger when he felt her grind herself against him. He went mindless with want for her. He moved his hand down and cupped her bare buttocks so that she pressed even tighter against his erection and he heard her soft moans.

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uickly, he gathered the nightgown around her waist and breaking the kiss, he swiftly tugged it up and over her head where he tossed it, he did not know, nor did he care. He rolled them over so that she now lay beneath him.

His large thighs were between hers and his throbbing manhood was between her moist nether lips. He leaned down and once again kissed her with potent hunger as his hand came up and his palm covered her breast. He groaned when she arched up and the tip of his erection slid once more along the moist crevice between her thighs.

H
is mouth tore free from hers; he kissed his way down her neck and chest until he reached the hard little pebble of her nipple. With a growl rumbling in his chest, he drew it into his mouth and suckled greedily.

H
er throaty little whimpers were driving him insane and he needed to fight not to take her. However, if he did not soon cease what they were doing, he knew he would not be able to stop himself.

The way she was reacting to him, his control was slipping away fast, when she gave a husky cry and arched into him, his sanity deserted him and his body’s need took over. He shifted his hips, his hand slipped down her sensual curves. His fingers combed through the dark ebony curls at the juncture of her thighs.

He parted the feminine folds and was
ecstatic she was hot, wet and ready for him. He grunted with satisfaction as he moved his mouth to her other breast. Glancing up and with the lighting of the dawn sky, could see that she was lost in the throes of pleasure and passion. Removing his mouth from her breast and taking his hand from between her legs, he positioned himself between her legs.

Just before he plunged into her, he once again kissed her hungrily and as he did so, he sunk his erection a little way inside her. Keeping his mouth locked with hers, he jerked his hips and slid a little further within her tight passage. He stopped when he came to her virgin skin protecting her innocence.

He
stilled for just a second or two, then with another jerk of his hips, drove himself all the way inside of her. Breaking through the shield and he was fully imbedded in the haven of her body. He felt her stiffen beneath him, and knew that he would have to wait a few moments for her pain to leave her and also for her passion to return.

His jaw clenched firmly,
he wondered if he could keep himself still, she was so tight, so hot, she surrounded his hardness in a satin glove. He tore his mouth from hers and took a deep gulping breath. He stared down at her and it pleased him to see that her face still held the blush of passion.

When he fe
lt her hips rise, he let out a low growl of intense pleasure. He bent down to kiss her, at first tenderly and slowly more deeply. He gradually started moving inside of her. Nothing else mattered, but finding mindless ecstasy for himself and Trista. While he moved in and out of her, she slowly found the rhythm and together they started to move in harmony.

He knew that each time he thrust into her, he came close to exploding. When she arched up and stiffened, he heard her cry his name. Suddenly her body shuddered beneath his and her
climactic juices surround him. When she squeezed him tightly, he desperately plunged himself to the hilt one more time and exploded deep inside of her.

Once twice more, he surged i
nto her and finally collapsed, his head falling on the pillow next to hers. His breathing erratic, his heart racing and pounding, still he managed to smile when he heard her soft satisfied sighs.

Trista found herself caught up in the bone melting passion that Rieph’s mouth and hands created in her. She let her own hands wander mindlessly over his hard, hot flesh. She could not control the little whimpers that escaped her.

The
sudden sharp pain took her by surprise and her eyelashes flickered when it eased. She twisted beneath him as she felt herself adjusting around the throbbing hardness now buried deep within her body.

Her hands fluttered over his shoulders and she took little panting breaths
, as she tried to control the passion that once again starting to blossom and grow throughout her. Every time he glided himself in and out of the confines of her body, waves of rapture washed through her.

Never had she experienced anything so superb or overwhelming and all she could do was lay beneath him and let the mind altering pleasure continue. Suddenly though it wasn’t enough, she thrust up her hips and cried out as tidal wave of
rapture consumed her.

So consumed with everything happening h
er brain ceased to work and nothing else mattered except continuing this rapturous journey with Rieph. She was shaken from her dream world when an avalanched of ecstasy crashed over her and all she could do was grip the powerful shoulders until it passed. When he shifted away she could only lie there with her eyes closed and mind muddled with overwhelming satisfaction.

Rieph rolled off her and lay on his back; he flung one arm over his eyes and grinned. Never had he ever felt such profound satisfaction as he just experienced. On no other occasion had he ever experienced the fulfillment of completing the act to the very end. Every time before, he always pulled out and spilled his seed on the sheets.

B
ut now that he had a wife it was no longer necessary. Not only that, he never even thought of doing so with any other woman before. Besides, with his wife he’d been too lost in passion to even give it a thought. He removed his arm, turned his head slightly to gaze at her, noticing the stunned expression on her face and sighed softly as sated pride swelled his chest.

Now o
nly wanting to have her in his arms, he reached out, gently dragged her body up close to his and leaned his face down to nuzzle the top of her head, before he placed a kiss there. “Are ye all right, sweet? I dinna hurt ye too much did I?” Holding his breath, he waited to see what her reaction would be now that her mind was no longer clouded by passion and desire.

The concerned question swiftly brought her back to the real world and she lay stunned over what just happened between them. She couldn’t believe what just happened or why she never put up any resistance. She was nothing but a wanton woman that was why. Her face burned with shame over what had just transpired.

O
nce he started kissing her, she’d been lost and she acted like a wild thing. Now when he asked how she was feeling, she didn’t know what to say to him. All she wanted to do was hide in embarrassment and hoped he would rise from the bed and leave her to suffer her humiliation in peace.

Only wanting to reassure her and lifting her chin so now they were staring into each other’s eyes; swept her mouth with a light kiss . “Ye pleased me very much, sweet, and I thank ye deeply for the gift ye gave me.” He reached up and stroked her hair. “T’was a wondrous thing and ye shouldnae be ashamed.” Once again, he brushed a gentle kiss on her lips and breathed easily when he saw her start to relax.

At first she was self-conscious when she gazed into his eyes, but at his gentle actions and soft words, she gave him a weak smile. “I feel that I behaved in the most un-ladylike fashion.” Once again, she blushed.

Reclining on the bed, he gave a soft chuckle. “Aye ye were nay ladylike at all. However, I am thinking t’was a fine thing that ye werenae.”

Giggling also, she lay her head on her husband’s chest. “Will you be wanting to do it often.”

The innocent question amused him and caused another burst of laughter. “Aye, sweet, verra often. But for now we must wait until ye are nay so tender. Now go to sleep wife for the day will soon be here.”

So pleased with herself and smiling happily, she cuddled up close to her husband and with a yawn and still with a smile on her lips, fell asleep.

Regretfully, he sighed and fought his burgeoning arousal. Holding his wife close, he wondered if she would feel the same way later this morning as she did now. He sighed again, women were such strange creatures and one never knew just how they would react to any situation. He held her in his embrace a little longer, but finally he moved her out of his arms.

Once he settled her
, he left the bed and dressed. Going down to the great hall, he found Devena waiting for him. Reaching her, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back. “’Tis as I said, ye best leave and I will come to see ye in two month’s to make certain there is a babe or nay one.”

Enraged, she stood defiantly before him. It was hard to pretended to look hurt and upset, she forced tears into her eyes as she gaze at him. “Please dinna send me away, Rieph. Ye ken how much I care for ye. I promise I willnae cause ye any trouble.”

She reached out to him
, but her hands only found air, she fought down her temper and wrung her hands together. “If my family find out that I’m carrying ye babe and ye have already wed they will throw me out.”

Out of patience and running a hand through his hair, he started becoming irritated; he glanced up and froze when he saw the pale hurt face of his wife. One glance at her ashen distraught expression, he knew that she overheard what he and Devena were discussing. He saw it in the horror that clouded her grey eyes.

A loud curse rolled of his tongue
and called to Gabe. “Take her home.” And without another word, he walked away from the pleading, sobbing woman and watched his wife turn and run back up the stairs. Quickly, he followed and reached the door just as she slammed it shut.

             
Chapter Seven