Page 64 of The Red Wolf’s Prize

He kissed her again, and rising on one elbow, bent his headto her breast. Her flesh was on fire as he took her nipple into his mouth. Herfingers delved into his thick chestnut hair and she held his head to herbreast. The warmth of his tongue and the gentle scraping of his teeth causedher to writhe. The feeling was almost more than she could bear.

“Oh…my lord.”

Returning his mouth to hers, he kissed her deeply. Liftinghis head, he said, “I am your husband and soon your lover. Call me by my givenname.”

“Renaud,” she breathed, as his mouth sought her otherbreast. He drew his thigh up between her legs to press against the place thatwas aching with want.

As he kissed her, his hand moved to her intimate flesh wherehe parted the folds and touched her. All her senses came alive as he moved hisfinger, slowly circling the most sensitive place. She grasped his shoulders,seeking more.

He circled the spot again and again, nearly driving her tomadness as she writhed against what had become the center of her world. Theinvasion of his fingers that followed brought a building pleasure.

Before she could think what was coming, he rose over her,settled his body between her thighs, pressed his hard flesh to the entrance ofher womb and thrust deep.

Serena cried out in response to the sudden pain, only to besilenced by his mouth covering hers, as he stilled. She tried to calm herclenching muscles, all the while feeling the fullness, the stretching and thepain from his hard shaft invading her virgin’s body.

Then he plunged more deeply, until she was nearly rent intwo. The pain gradually eased as he began to move within her, forcing her fleshto accommodate his domination of her body.

With his forehead pressed into the pillow next to her head,he slipped his hands under her hips, lifted her and drove deeply. Her musclesclamped around his hard shaft, and her nails bit into his back. She held ontohim as he moved within her, feeling her own passion rise with his.

His deep moan resonated through her as he suddenly tensed,then collapsed upon her.

Serena lay there, feeling his weight and listening to hisbreathing slow while his shaft seemed to shrink where they were joined. Her ownbreathing calmed and she wondered if this was the lovemaking the servantsgossiped about.

He rolled to one side, drawing her with him and kissed hertemple. Pressing her head to his shoulder, he spoke in a low voice. “We will dowell together, Serena. I have always known it would be so. Had you been honestwith me, this would have happened sooner, and I might not have been so quick toreach my release.”

“I did not trust you.” She spoke truthfully. “You were aNorman conqueror.”

“I am still that, but now I am also your husband. Do youtrust me now?”

She would not deny him the truth. “Yea, I do.”

“To hear that speaks well of our future. I would it wouldalways be so.”

They lay together for a while, the Red Wolf idly running hishand over the curve of her waist and down her hip, his fingers gently caressingher still sensitive skin. Her leg was draped over one of his, her breastspressed into his side.

It felt right to lie next to him. They fit well together.

While there had been no words of love, she had not expectedany from the knight who wed her out of duty to his king. And for her part, shehad thought to become his wife for the sake of her people. They would neverhave met, much less married, save for the Bastard duke’s conquering of hercountry. But if she confessed the truth, she wanted no other as husband. Forthough the Red Wolf had taken her to wife out of duty, she had come to care forhim. Mayhap even love him. Was it possible?

She was nearly asleep when he spoke. “This time I will makelove to you more slowly. This time you will join me in my release.”

“This time?” she whispered. Still feeling a bit sore, shewas in no hurry to repeat their joining.

“You did not, per chance, think I would take you only oncethis day? Nay, I have much to make up for, wife. And I would not denyyou the pleasure I would have given you had it not been so long since I had awoman.”

He pulled her on top of him, so that she faced him with herhands on either side of his head. What was he about? She placed her hands onhis shoulders as he spread her knees apart and pulled them up, forcing her tosit up and straddle him. The position left her sensitive flesh atop his shaftthat was hardening once again. To her surprise, her own flesh became wet andshe had the urge to move against him.

“You will like this position. Serena, since you ride sowell.”

She stared into his eyes seeing amusement.

He brought his hands to her full breasts and began gentlykneading the sensitive flesh, sending ripples of delight through her.

“You have beautiful breasts, my lady. Even a servant’s tuniccould not hide all your treasures.”

She smiled, letting her head fall back at the waves ofecstasy that flowed over her when he shifted his hands to her hips and slid herback and forth over his manhood until it was slick from her own wetness.

“It feels…good,” she uttered.