feathered kisses on her cheeks and neck, his breath warm against her skin, his fingers roaming her body. His lips met hers, kissing her lightly at first, then with a hungry insistence, drawing her closer, closer, that hard part of him pressed against her stomach. In a brief moment of inquiry, she wondered why his very secret part had changed, for surely this wasn’t its normal size, else she would have noticed.
Despite her doubts and fears, she found herself responding to him as a surge of warmth spread throughout her body, lodging in her most feminine essence. His fingers on her breast, cupping, kneading, the touch of his hand on her thigh and buttocks, helped her forget her qualms, forget everything but the thrill of wanting him, a feeling so new, so unexpected, so welcome! Lost in the here and now, in the kaleidoscope of new sensations and a passion that surprised her, she returned kiss for kiss, touch for touch, seeking, yearning, needing to give and receive pleasure.
Keir raised himself on top of her and murmured in her ear, “This time it will hurt, but never again.”
And yes, she did feel pain, but his cheek against hers, his encouraging words in her ear, his movements inside her, aroused her to such a peak of expectation that she all but cried for release. She tightened her arms around his back, her thrusts in rhythm with his, her breath coming faster, faster.
Then rapture burst inside her, more brilliant than a thousand rainbows, her pleasure and his together. It was a joy like nothing she had ever imagined, a treasure to hold and keep, so that no matter what adversity faced her in the coming days and weeks, she would have this night to remember.
Chapter Five
Morgana, Prince Keir, and the sisters, accompanied by Keir’s servant, Ferris, arrived at Lord Muir’s lodge in the late evening, after stopping by an inn for the mid-day meal. With Keir’s help, Morgana slid painfully from the saddle. The horses snorted and pawed the ground with their hoofs, impatient for rest after the long trip. Tired from riding and sleepy from the previous night–when Keir’s lovemaking had given her but little chance for slumber–Morgana was ready for bed . . . to sleep. Besides, with so many hours in the saddle, she ached from her neck to her back and down her legs. She hoped her sisters were ready for bed, too, for truth to tell, their constant chatter had gotten on her nerves.
On the long journey, during one of the few times she’d had a few moments alone with Keir, she had told him about Gwenith, whose magic had brought them together. He had expressed pleasure and surprise, but above all, gratitude. “I fear I would never have met you, had it not been for her.” His words brought a warm glow to her face and joy to her heart.
Intending to hunt game, Keir had brought his bow and arrow, also a javelin; a vast forest full of game stretched for miles to the west of the lodge.
“I’ll see to the horses,” Ferris said, after everyone had dismounted at the front door. Morgana remembered the stable at the back of the house and to the west, a long stone building with a few small windows, ample room for several horses. Lord Muir had told them there should be a plentiful amount of hay, for a local couple kept the stable and lodge well-supplied in return for favors Lord Muir had done them in the past.
Hand-in-hand, Morgana and Keir entered the lodge, with Alana and Nola trailing behind, their booted feet clicking on the wooden floor. For a few minutes, they left the front door open, allowing the light of a full moon to pool into the parlor and reveal all of its furnishings. Morgana spied two oil lamps atop the fireplace mantel, along with a tinder box, and in a few moments, a dim light revealed a leather sofa, chairs, a bookcase, and an oaken table. Loosely-placed dust covers protected the furniture, everything appearing clean and well-cared for.
“It all
Despite her doubts and fears, she found herself responding to him as a surge of warmth spread throughout her body, lodging in her most feminine essence. His fingers on her breast, cupping, kneading, the touch of his hand on her thigh and buttocks, helped her forget her qualms, forget everything but the thrill of wanting him, a feeling so new, so unexpected, so welcome! Lost in the here and now, in the kaleidoscope of new sensations and a passion that surprised her, she returned kiss for kiss, touch for touch, seeking, yearning, needing to give and receive pleasure.
Keir raised himself on top of her and murmured in her ear, “This time it will hurt, but never again.”
And yes, she did feel pain, but his cheek against hers, his encouraging words in her ear, his movements inside her, aroused her to such a peak of expectation that she all but cried for release. She tightened her arms around his back, her thrusts in rhythm with his, her breath coming faster, faster.
Then rapture burst inside her, more brilliant than a thousand rainbows, her pleasure and his together. It was a joy like nothing she had ever imagined, a treasure to hold and keep, so that no matter what adversity faced her in the coming days and weeks, she would have this night to remember.
Chapter Five
Morgana, Prince Keir, and the sisters, accompanied by Keir’s servant, Ferris, arrived at Lord Muir’s lodge in the late evening, after stopping by an inn for the mid-day meal. With Keir’s help, Morgana slid painfully from the saddle. The horses snorted and pawed the ground with their hoofs, impatient for rest after the long trip. Tired from riding and sleepy from the previous night–when Keir’s lovemaking had given her but little chance for slumber–Morgana was ready for bed . . . to sleep. Besides, with so many hours in the saddle, she ached from her neck to her back and down her legs. She hoped her sisters were ready for bed, too, for truth to tell, their constant chatter had gotten on her nerves.
On the long journey, during one of the few times she’d had a few moments alone with Keir, she had told him about Gwenith, whose magic had brought them together. He had expressed pleasure and surprise, but above all, gratitude. “I fear I would never have met you, had it not been for her.” His words brought a warm glow to her face and joy to her heart.
Intending to hunt game, Keir had brought his bow and arrow, also a javelin; a vast forest full of game stretched for miles to the west of the lodge.
“I’ll see to the horses,” Ferris said, after everyone had dismounted at the front door. Morgana remembered the stable at the back of the house and to the west, a long stone building with a few small windows, ample room for several horses. Lord Muir had told them there should be a plentiful amount of hay, for a local couple kept the stable and lodge well-supplied in return for favors Lord Muir had done them in the past.
Hand-in-hand, Morgana and Keir entered the lodge, with Alana and Nola trailing behind, their booted feet clicking on the wooden floor. For a few minutes, they left the front door open, allowing the light of a full moon to pool into the parlor and reveal all of its furnishings. Morgana spied two oil lamps atop the fireplace mantel, along with a tinder box, and in a few moments, a dim light revealed a leather sofa, chairs, a bookcase, and an oaken table. Loosely-placed dust covers protected the furniture, everything appearing clean and well-cared for.
“It all
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