She reached out, needing to do some of her own exploring and ran her fingers over his chest. He grabbed her hand when she moved to explore lower and stretched it above her head, then settled his lipson hers. His kiss was gentle, and she responded in kind.
He released her hand and began to explore her again and her body responded, arching up demanding more from him. When his fingers finally teased between her legs, she felt her passion spark in anticipation, but again his touch remained tender.
She grew more eager as he slipped over her and spread her legs with his knee before settling between them.
“I mean you no pain,” he whispered as his hard manhood probed between her legs.
Heather spread her legs wider, eager for him to plunge inside her and make her come harder than she had in his solar. But he did not plunge inside her. He entered her slowly and Heather felt her impatience mount. Finally with a sudden thrust, she arched her back, forcing him deep inside her.
She let out a small cry and he stopped all movement.
“Do not stop,” she begged, wanting more from him...much more.
Rhys did as she asked, keeping his rhythm firm and steady and when her fingers dug into his arms and she cried out his name, he knew she was ready to come. He quickened his rhythm and no sooner as he did, she cried out his name once again.
Heather felt the climax hit her and while it felt wonderful, it was not as strong as what she had experienced in his solar earlier. She continued to move against him as if she had not gotten enough,as if something was missing. She thought she felt Rhys come, his body tightening, but she could not be sure, for he made no sound.
He rolled off her soon after and as he lay beside her, she thought how lovely and how tender he had been with her just as she had imagined Quinn would be. She had imagined this moment often throughout the years.
She turned on her side and Rhys turned as well, tugging her against him and holding her firm as if he feared she would escape him. He spoke not a word to her and none came to her as well. She hoped sleep would claim her soon for her thoughts disturbed her. But sleep claimed Rhys first, avoiding her completely.
A single tear trickled from the corner of her eye. She loved Quinn. She had loved him from the first time she had laid eyes on him and he had once told her that he had felt the same. Nothing would ever change that love, then why was it that she wanted the Dragon in her bed?
CHAPTER 19
Heather was relieved when she woke to an empty bed. She yawned and stretched, trying to chase the fatigue that still clung to her. Her endless thoughts had soon turned to worry that barely let her sleep last night. There was no denying that she had been disappointed in the moment she had dreamed about so often through the years. Worse though, was the thought that she could very well be slipping into the darkness with the Dragon, just as he had warned she might do.
While Quinn’s touch was nice, it did not fire her soul like the Dragon’s demanding touch.
She shook her head, trying to make sense of the fact that the Dragon and Quinn were one and yet they were different. What had happened to Quinn that had turned him into the Dragon? And why when Quinn had for a brief time broken free of the Dragon’s hold and revealed his old self, did she prefer the Dragon?
She shook her head again. She did not want to descend into the Dragon’s darkness, but she would go anywhere and do anything to save Quinn. She loved him beyond reason, which meant she also loved the Dragon.
A knock sounded at the door, and she called out for the person to enter, glad for a reprieve from her troubling thoughts.
Nessa bustled in with a serving tray and a smile. “It is nigh on noon, my lady.”
Heather jumped out of bed. “I have never slept that long. I have lost half the day.”
Nessa placed the tray on the small table and moved a chair over to it, holding it out for Heather to sit. “The Dragon said you had a restless night and that you were not to be disturbed, though I was to check on you from time to time.”
He knew she had not slept well, but how? Had he also not slept well? If he had not, she had not been aware of it, for he had barely moved the entire night.
“Did your head wound pain you, my lady?” Nessa asked, going to tend the bed after Heather was seated.
Before Heather could let Nessa know that her head was feeling much better, the bump fading in size and pain, she heard Nessa gasp. Heather was about to ask what was wrong when she realized it herself. There was proof on the bedding that the wedding vows had finally been sealed.
Nessa turned. “You are well, my lady?”
“Very well, Nessa.”
“I will see to washing these myself,” Nessa said, gathering up the bedding and went on talking. “There is much speculation of what is being kept hidden in the barn.”
Heather’s interest caught as fast as a flame did to a wick. She had completely forgotten about yesterday when her husband had abruptly left the Great Hall with Fife and Pitt. “Fife has said no more to you?”
“He insists it is too gruesome to discuss with me, though I have heard something, but I believe it more tale than truth.”
“Tell me,” Heather urged.
