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He had planned on supping with her and talking, telling her what Shea told him, but when he snatched her up in his arms his only thought had been to give her a good pounding, to make her realize she belonged to him and always would and that nothing, no one would ever come between them.
He dropped her on the bed, and he was not surprised to see passion flare in her eyes. There was something that connected them, and it had nothing to do with her bewitching him. It was something he had not expected but he welcomed.
Love. He loved his wee wife, her limp and all, and he wanted her to love him.
“Listen well, wife, for you will rarely hear me say… I was wrong. And you have my word that never will I fail to come to your defense again.”
Tavia felt as if all the pieces to her heart miraculously rushed back together, and she was once again filled with joy… and love. Though as angry as she was with him, that she loved him could not be denied. That would be impossible for he had somehow worked his way into her heart, always to remain there.
Her joy was too much to contain, and she stretched her arms out to him. “I do so love you, husband.”
Joy struck Bhric like an arrow to his heart and he reached down and scooped his wife up in his arms again and planted a powerful kiss on her lips that she quickly responded to.
When he finally tore his lips away from hers, he whispered in her ear,” “I love you more.”
Tavia drew her head back to look in his eyes as if the truth of his words would be revealed there. “You love me?”
He smiled. “I know it is difficult for you to believe since you are a wee bit of a thing and have a limp, and you are not a wife who obeys her husband well—” His smile faded as his dark blue eyes settled intensely on her soft blue ones. “But those are only some of the things I wrongly assumed would make you a poor wife when they are the very things that gives you the courage and the strength it takes to be my wife.”
Naturally, happy tears had to rush in her eyes, but she ignored them and grabbed his face to hold firmly as she kissed him as if sealing those words forever within her.
“I cannot wait,” she said breathlessly when the kiss ended.
“Either can I,” Bhric said, understanding what she meant.
He placed her on her feet, and they shed their clothes with haste. Once naked he lifted her with one arm around her waist so he could kiss her as he walked them to the bed.
“Inside me. I will have you inside me and you will waste no time giving me a good pounding,” she ordered.
“Is that a command, wife?” he asked with a chuckle.
“If need be,” she said, a light laughter interfering with her serious tone.
He stopped by the edge of the bed. “A command is not needed, but I will obey it.”
That he would obey a command from her gave her a sense of power, a sense of being equal to him, and it spiked her passion.
Bhric dropped her crossways on the bed. “On your knees, wife, so I can obey your command.”
Tavia scrambled to position herself eager and ready to feel him inside her. She gasped when his large hands gripped her bottom tight and his shaft drove into her with a hard thrust. She let out a gasp that turned to a moan that increased as he slammed harder and harder into her.
Bhric kept a good grip on her backside, holding her in place as he used his shaft like a mighty weapon but for pleasure rather than pain. Pleasure that overwhelmed and sped through him wishing he could linger but knowing he was far too close to the edge and from his wife’s increasing moans she was just as close.
Tavia gripped the bedding beneath her and dropped her head to bury a loud moan in the mattress. Lord, but she did not think anything could feel so good and she wanted to linger. Unfortunately, she was not going to last, her passion soaring rapidly.
She lifted her head and groaned loudly. “I—I—”
“Let go!” Bhric commanded and shoved into her with an intensity that he knew would take not only her but himself over the edge, and it did.
Not able to contain the explosion of sensations that rocked her body, she let loose with a scream that was sure to be heard throughout the keep and when she felt more sensations building behind the first, she cried out, “Do not stop, Bhric. Please do not stop.”
Bhric was in the middle of his own explosions, and he quickened his thrusts that had slowed, intensifying his own pleasure and when his wife cried out for a second time, he found his own climax exploding harder than ever.
He stood with his hands still on her backside, his shaft still inside her lingering a while after the last shudder had long ended. He had pounded her hard, enjoying every moment of it and from the strength of her moans she had as well, but he worried he may have hurt her.
He stroked her bottom, “Are you all right, Tavia?”
“Hmmm,” she mumbled, her face partially buried in the bedding.
