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Charlotte took a bite eager to soothe her empty stomach. “Then we’re alone?”
“We are,” he looked around.
“Even your young cohorts are absent?”
“I sent them away last night, telling them not to return until tomorrow.”
Charlotte smiled with curiosity and ate some more, until her plate was clean and her stomach filled. Staring at her captor like a sheepish adolescent, she blushed with embarrassment now aware of her nakedness and their solitude. Her arousal leapt forward seeking him, though her mind would try to draw back that lust and maintain some poise. Her body had never beat so strongly for any man. Since her upbringing prevented such occurrences, and her marriage was one of accommodation, not such staggering passion, this new feeling seemed terribly strange; and yet, she could identify its source—her heart. She loved this man.
He touched her cheek gently. She would have drawn him to her eagerly with just that little encouragement; but instead, she held on as a good slave should, knowing she had no right to be that forward.
“There has never been as fair a flower in Ilusia as you.” Tristan’s cavernous eyes tore into her.
Charlotte’s blush deepened. “That is not a safe thing to say,” she said.
“And
why not, we’re here alone?” He moved away from her and began to remove his clothes.
Though she’d seen this nobleman naked many times, there was an unspoken intimacy between them as he disrobed in the quiet of their forest shelter. He pulled off his belt and the heavy woolen shirt over his head; then lowered his trousers, stripping everything from his loins leaving Charlotte face to face with his powerful erection.
When he sank into the bed beside her, she opened for him naturally, receiving his body into hers, letting the potent stalk inside her vaginal warmth nestle there contentedly. Any movement made her shudder from the depths, and her belly spasm, grinding against itself as she began to grind into his hips. All her physical aches seemed to vanish as the pumping action of his body increased. Their cries united. Ecstasy was building fast. Her heart poured into his as surely as their sexual juices were flowing into each other. Their arms were locked around each other as though they were in a war with their desires; but they held on and on and on…delivered to another world—a world they’d made. Consumed by this primal act, their hearts expanded with the exuberance that comes with love. Afterwards, they rested while savoring the physical satisfaction.
“You have confused me, milord,” Charlotte said, as she pulled away from Sir Tristan’s face and burrowed her face in his belly as though hiding. She was afraid to look at him. Eye to eye entreaties were dangerous for slaves; and she was still very much a slave.
“What confusion?” he asked as he ran his hand through her long yellow locks. Her hair had not been cut since Mountbane ordered it shaved three years before; and now, it flowed nearly to her ass. Tristan toyed with the silken threads, then gripped them in his fist and gave a firm tug, so he could bring her into his arms. “And why run from me?” he asked.
“Run? I’m still here, sir.”
“But you’re afraid.”
“I should be. This defies my marriage vows and makes you a traitor to your lord.”
“That it does,” he agreed.
“And you don’t care what I’ve done to you?”
“You? What have you done to me that I didn’t arrange myself? I devised his plot to have you punished and imprisoned here away from Mountbane’s bed and dungeons.”
“Why go to such lengths to bring me here?”
“Are you totally daft?”
“I am confused, sir.”
He shook his head. “If you can’t see the measures of love then you don’t know what love is.”
“I’ve never had the chance to love.”
“Or be loved, I assume.”
Her face was just inches from his, her breasts squashed against his side, his arm around her, and their legs intertwined as though this intimate position was natural to them. Charlotte’s hair was tangled in his hand as she pressed her cheek against the side of his shoulder. She smelled the aroma of his manliness and smiled remembering how his fragrance had stood out from those sanctioned acts of sex before. Her heart suddenly fluttered anxiously and she pulled up enough to gaze into his eyes. “Are you saying that you love me?”
“I have loved you for some time.”
“Oh, dear. What are we going to do?” She looked aghast.
“Nothing if my love is not returned.”
