Kaelan felt her ease, her need, her passion and matched it with his own. His thrusts were met with eager ones, her cries of pleasure fueling his own desire, heating it beyond reason, burning hot and heavy.
It captured, overwhelmed, consumed her and she did not want it to end. She wanted the pleasure to devour her, and it did.
Bria cried out, exploding with a blinding passion that stole her breath as it rippled through her, leaving her feeling deliciously satiated. Only to suddenly feel it again, when Kaelan cried out and exploded in his own fiery passion, causing her to do the same once again.
She kept a firm grip on her husband’s arms, her world reeling, not able to think straight and not wanting to.
It took a moment for Kaelan to see that his wife was fighting for breath and he hurried off her.
“Easy, breathe easy,” he said, lying on his side beside her.
“That,” she managed to say, then had to stop, her breath too labored.
“Do not speak until you have breath to do so,” he said, a bit worried and a bit proud that his wife was more than satisfied. Then he recalled what she had told him. “You felt mine, as well as your own.”
Bria nodded.
Now he was really envious.
“Amazing,” she got out in one quick breath.
“It didn’t happen the other two times?” he asked, curious.
She shook her head. “More open.”
Kaelan thought he understood. “You are in a safe place and allowed yourself to feel more.”
She nodded, smiled, and tapped his chest. “You… because… you.”
“I pleasure you well,” he said with a wide grin.
Her smile grew. “More… then well.”
“I would kiss you for that, but you have little breath as it is,” he said and dropped on his back. Bria’s hand reached for his and he took hold of it and kissed the back of it. “We will have a good life, wife.” He chuckled. “And probably many bairns.”
Bria chuckled as well, agreeing.
They lay side by side in silence for a while until Kaelan could not keep in what he needed to say.
“I want to take you home to my tribe where you will be safe,” he said, turning his head to look at her.
Bria’s breath had returned sufficiently enough for her to speak, but she remained silent, letting him say what he needed to.
“But as much as I want to, as much as I want you away from here and safe, I know that would not be fair to you. We need to see things settled here before we can go home and start our life together. I will do whatever needs to be done for us to do that. And with war looming, Northland will not sit by and do nothing. If Drogath was victorious against Scotara, there is a good chance Tharne would not stop there. He would eventually come for Northland. We would never be safe.”
“I wish it were different,” Bria said, speaking slowly, “but I see that peace is not easy to come by when power is in play. I only hope that sane minds prevail and peace can be achieved before it is too late.”
She turned toward him and Kaelan took her in his arms.
“We have each other. That is what matters most,” Kaelan said.
“Aye, it does,” Bria agreed and yawned.
“Sleep,” Kaelan said. “Tomorrow will be a busy day.”
Kaelan fought sleep until he was sure Bria slept, only then did he allow himself to drift off, praying to the gods to keep him strong so he could keep Bria safe.
Bria woke suddenly. She lay on her side near the edge of the bed and turned to see her husband sprawled out on his back, snoring lightly. She dropped on her back relieved. Worry had woken her, but over what she was not sure.
