Sated to a depth he had never known existed, Draven sank to his knees.
Emily turned around slowly. A sheen of sweat covered Draven’s body as he looked up at her in awe. Smiling, she knelt down by his side and pulled his lips to hers.
His kiss was deep and possessive as he toyed with her lips. “You were incredible, milady.”
She ran her hand over his brow, then through his hair as she stared at those multi-colored blue eyes. “I had no idea it could be like that,” she said in awe.
“Neither did I.” He reached for his tunic and wiped the sweat from his face before he returned to her.
Draven sat cross-legged on the floor, then pulled her to his lap. Emily bit her lip as he wrapped her legs about his waist and held her tight against him.
She quivered at the sensation of his muscled stomach touching the sensitive flesh between her legs. Smiling, she brushed his hair from his eyes and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.
Draven nuzzled at her neck, sending a wave of chills over her. “You know, I have wanted you since the moment I first saw you with that chicken.”
“Truly?” she asked.
“Aye.” He lifted his head to look her in the eye. “I can still see you there tormenting that poor man.”
She laughed. “That poor man was accosting me, sir knight.”
By the look of his face, she could tell he didn’t care for that thought one little bit. “Accosting you, how?”
Emily kissed the frown from his face. “Now don’t be angry, Draven. If not for Theodore’s inept attempts, I would not appreciate you.”
His face softened as he ran his hands over her breasts.
Emily could scarce think straight as he touched her. There was so much magic in his touch. It was strong yet gentle, and it amazed her that he could be so giving.
They sat there for hours, making love again until sometime in the wee hours when she became too tired.
Draven picked her up and laid her in the bed. She fell asleep almost as soon as he covered her with the blanket.
He marveled at the way she slept so soundly. He couldn’t recall a time in his life when he had felt as secure as he did just then with her nestled by his side.
He would sell his soul to keep the dawn from breaking. To be able to hold onto her like this forever. But he of all men knew the futility of dreams and wants.
The morning would come.
And eventually the truth of them would be known to all, and he would have to face Henry’s wrath.
A few short hours later, Draven watched the sun rise through the open window. Birds began to chirp and he heard the servants waking and going about their business in the hall below.
A gentle breeze ruffled the burgundy bed hangings and it carried on it a most unexpected sound.
At first, he thought he was imagining it but as the minutes ticked by it grew closer and more clear.
“An army?” Draven shot out of the bed.
“Draven?” Emily asked sleepily as she stirred. “What is it?”
“Someone marches on Ravenswood.” He scrambled to pull his clothes on.
“What?” She sat upright in bed, clutching the sheet to her breasts. “Are you certain?”
Draven picked his sword up and belted it to his waist. “As many campaigns as I’ve been on, aye. I know the sound all too well.”
Emily watched as he deserted her room. She, too, heard the sound of horses drawing near. Scrambling for her clothes, she quickly dressed and went to join Draven on the parapet.
