“Your love will heal me.”
He did not want to deny her or himself, but it was for her own good. He was about to tell her just that when she stepped away from him and stripped herself bare.
CHAPTER 31
Rhys had been trained to never lose control, never let anything rule him, to always be in command. At this moment, he was not in command...love for his wife had taken command.
He went to the door, shut it, then stripped himself bare and as he walked over to his wife, he said, “We go slow and easy, for you are still bruised and sore.”
Heather smiled and ran at him, jumping just as she got to him.
Rhys caught her and her legs locked around his body, her arms around his neck and her lips took charge of his. So much for slow and easy, he thought.
It took only a few short minutes for him to lose all reason and surrender to not only her hunger, but his as well. He turned to carry her to the pillows.
“No! No!” she protested. “The door, brace me against the door and make me come hard and fast, then we can go to the pillows, and you can make me come again.”
“Only twice?” he teased.
She turned a stricken expression on him. “Good Lord, no! You have two days to make up for.” She smiled then and resumed kissing him.
Her teasing words turned him hard and raging passion took control and with quick strides hecarried her to the door, braced her against it, lifted her bottom, and drove into her.
She dropped her head back against the door with a thud and moaned with pleasure before saying. “I have so missed the feel of you inside me.”
Rhys settled his lips on her neck and in between playful nips said, “I have missed you, Heather, God how I have missed you.”
Tears stung her eyes. He was not talking about the last two days, but the last ten years. She choked back her tears and lowered her head, to whisper in his ear. “Never again. We will never be separated again.”
“Never,” he agreed, and he did as she asked, he took her hard and fast and when she climaxed, her screams of pleasure fading, he carried her to the pillows and stirred her again.
Rhys had not intended for them to make love as long as they did and by the time they finished, sunrise was not far off, and Heather was sound asleep.
He dressed, then wrapped her in a strip of red silk he took from one of the chests and carried her down to their bedchamber and tucked her in bed and kissed her on the cheek before leaving her to sleep.
He found Pitt in the Great Hall talking with Rogan and Hunter and joined them.
“I am surprised, though relieved, to see that Patience is still abed,” he said teasingly to Hunter.
Hunter laughed. “She is with your warrior Henry insisting he teach her some of his skills.”
Rhys shook his head, though he had to laugh. “How do you manage being wed to her?”
“I have thought the same myself,” Rogan said with a grin.
Hunter raised his tankard. “With humor and passion.”
Nessa approached the table with another pitcher of ale.
“Nessa, go fetch Lady Heather’s garments from the room on the upper floor that is now unlocked and take them to her room, but do not wake her. She needs her rest.”
Pitt was quick to stand. “I will help you.” He placed his hand to her lower back and escorted her from the room.
“I do not think the task will be done soon,” Hunter said, grinning.
Rhys shook his head and told them about Fife and what he had done to Nessa. “I believe Pitt had feelings for Nessa before everything happened and afterwards when he was there to comfort and help her, he began to realize just how much he cared for her. Time will tell if Nessa feels the same.”
“Considering everything that has gone on here, your people seem content. No one protests leaving?” Rogan asked.
