Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
It was pleasurable, not harsh or cruel, and tempting as if he wanted her to enjoy it, find pleasure in it. And she did.
He pulled her into his lap, his hand settling at her backside and tugging her close as he continued to kiss her. His lips dominated hers in a playful way, urging her to join in and, again, she did.
She didn’t mind his hand intimately caressing her backside. It felt good and his kiss sparked her passion, and his touch brought it to life. Never did she expect to share such pleasure, know such pleasure with her husband. If only it could always be like this, if only this was real.
His warm hand found its way beneath her garment, over her backside, then his fingers urged her legs apart to slip between them. His fingers settled in the most intimate of places and she gasped against his mouth when his finger slipped inside her. She curled closer against him, though she spread her legs a bit more.
His lips left hers to press close to her ear and whisper, “I’m going to bring you pleasure, wife.”
His fingers moved like magic over her, causing the most remarkable sensations to run through her. She moaned against his neck while her hand gripped his shirt. She never knew such pleasure existed. Her mum had warned her to lie still and let her husband have his way with her, but she didn’t want to be still, she wanted to be part of it.
She gasped again when he drove his fingers deeper inside her and whatever his thumb was doing to her, she did not want it to stop.
She moaned, sighed, groaned, and felt pleasure like never before until she thought she would burst and she did, crying out as ripples of overwhelming pleasure shot through her, repeatedly.
Her breath skipped, her heart thudded, and never had she felt so satisfied.
Finally, when some sanity returned, she cast a glance up at him.
His green eyes were intense, his jaw tight. “You’re mine. Don’t ever forget it.” He closed his arms tight around her and stood, then he placed her down on her chair, walked to the door, and without turning, he said, “I sleep alone tonight.”
She stared at the closed door, unsure what to make of what had just past between them. It wasn’t until sensibility returned to her that she was able to give it more rational thought. There was only one possible conclusion to the intimacy they had just shared.
It hadn’t been her husband who brought her pleasure.
A light snowfall blanketed the hills, the white dusting soft against the green that announced winter had not officially arrived yet. The air had turned kinder for now, cold enough to carry breath on the wind but not biting. No new snow threatened, only the hush of the day as Torrance and Esme rode side by side toward Clan Rennoch.
Torrance sat tall upon his black stallion, the beast’s breath puffing in rhythmic clouds. Esme rode just to his left. She handled the reins with quiet confidence, her head held high, a thick fur-lined cloak falling from her shoulders in graceful folds.
Torrance hadn’t spoken much since leaving Clan Glencairn and neither had she. What could she say to him? Could she ask him… who was it who brought me such satisfying pleasure yesterday? Where is my husband? Though I rather he never returns home. Why do you play this game with me? What do you intend to do with me?
“Esme, do you not hear me?”
She shook her head, his sharp voice cutting through her musings. “I am sorry, my lord, my mind wanders.”
"Let it wander no more. You need to remain alert and remain close to me when we arrive," Torrance instructed, his tone firm. “If I must step away, one of my warriors will remain at your side.”
Esme looked at him alarmed. “You expect trouble?”
“I always expect trouble, so I am never left unprepared. Besides, I don’t trust Stuart,” he said, his voice flat as his gaze swept the distant village. “He smiles with one hand while drawing a blade with the other.”
That he shared that with her was another piece that filled in the puzzle since Torrance never shared such a talk with her.
Silence fell again, broken only by the movement of horses. Torrance meant to say no more, meant to keep his thoughts his own, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Wind caught the strands of her blonde hair, to sweep across her cheeks kissed pink from the cold, and her eyes, more watchful lately, now held a soft curiosity as she took in the village that came into sight. And her lips… he couldn’t look at her lips without thinking of last night and how satisfied he felt seeing and feeling the pleasure, he brought her. There was a beauty about her, not only in her face or her lush body, but her nature… kind, resilient, courageous.