Appreciation filled him as he leaned back. “Much better.”
“Better? I am naked.”
“You are.”
“But you are fully clothed.”
“A matter I will be fixing.” With movements as quick as his injuries would allow, he disrobed.
“Wait,” she said as she moved closer. “I want to see you as well.”
“Be on with it, lass,” he said through gritted teeth.
With an impish look, emerald eyes scanned him with sensual delight. Her gaze roved, paused, widened as she slowly took him in.
Worried eyes lifted.
“Remember before,” he said, his words tender, filled with the memory that although once married, in many ways she was a virgin. “Our joining will only bring you pleasure.”
“I knew not you were so big.”
He chuckled. “Flatter me, will you?”
A blush stroked her face.
“Do you want me as much as I do you?”
“Yes.”
“Come here.”
She walked over.
On a sigh, he gently lifted her into his arms.
“Patrik, you are not strong enough!”
“Shhh, if I cannot carry you, I should not be making love to you.”
“Will I ever know you?”
He sobered at her words. “I pray so.” Desperation slid over her face, shaking him to the core.
“Make love with me, Patrik.”
Afraid to look deeper, wanting this moment to be all that he’d dreamed, he laid her upon his bed and claimed her. He took his time, allowed his hands, his body to show her his love, wishing desperately he could use words as well.
As she found her release, Patrik let go, exploding within her tightness. He had never felt so complete. For long moments he lay within her, their bodies claimed within the golden heat, spirals of dust shimmering above them as if a magical mist.
Cristina’s eyes widened. “Patrik.”
“What is it?”
“Your pendant, ’tis glowing.”
He lifted the pendant. As she’d claimed, it pulsed with a soft light.
Nervous eyes lifted to his. “What does it mean?”
