Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Their lips met in an eager kiss that sealed their love, their commitment, their future, no matter what they might face… it would always be together.
“Now we seal our vows, wife, and become forever one,” he said and scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
CHAPTER 13
Raff had set her on her feet and stepped aside to disrobe. Ingrid turned to keep her back to him while she did the same, leaving on only her sleeveless underdress. She fortified herself with a deep breath, prepared to turn, but hesitated. Though eager to couple, she was also apprehensive. While some women were ignorant of what went on between a husband and wife in bed, she wasn’t. Her mother made sure of it, detailing the act precisely, so—as she claimed—her daughters would not be shocked when her husband’s shaft entered them.
However, the shock of their mother’s description had the three of them thinking it was nothing but a tale she told them to keep their distance from men. After coming upon some of the animals mating, she realized it hadn’t been a tale. But now that she faced the prospect of experiencing it herself, she was a bit anxious.
She jumped when Raff’s hands settled on her shoulders and tingles shot through her when his lips nibbled along her neck.
“It comes naturally,” he whispered near her ear as if he understood her hesitance and gently turned her to face him.
He was completely naked. She’d never seen a man that way and she doubted many men looked as appealing as her husband. He was lean with natural muscle tone that covered all of him. He had a few old scars here and there and she touched one on his chest, gently tracing it.
A question settled in her eyes.
“A tale for another time,” he said and let her hand continue to explore him.
There was an intimacy about touching him, feeling his muscles ripple beneath her hand, his warmth tickled her fingertips, and his strength settled around her like a comforting hug. She traced around his nipples, down along his mid-section and her eyes widened when she saw his shaft protruding from the nest of hair where it usually rested.
She didn’t seek permission. She slipped her hand around it and smiled softly at its hard yet silky feel. She stroked it, then as if realizing what she was doing, her eyes shot up to meet his eyes.
“You are my wife and can touch me wherever and whenever you wish.”
She heard the tautness in his voice and spotted the heat in his eyes and understood that he fought to control his passion.
“I do like touching you—”
“And I love you touching me, but it is only fair I get to do the same to you.”
Her hand fell off his shaft as he took hold of her underdress and swiftly pulled it up and off her, tossing it carelessly aside.
She gasped when he lifted her naked and laid her down on the bed, then stretched out on his side next to her. Then his hand began to roam her much more thoroughly than she had done to him.
“You are beautiful, wife,” he whispered and kissed one nipple, then the other.
She tucked her hand with the two fused fingers beneath her, not chancing that he would look upon it and ruin this moment.
He took hold of her wrist, pulling her hand out from beneath her and kissed her fingers, each one of them. “When I say you are beautiful, I mean all of you. And I will always defend you against anyone who says otherwise just because two of your fingers never separated. There is not one of us who is born the same, Ingrid. We are all different some way or another, and some more so than others. I love you. All of you. And I always will.”
Her eyes grew misty. “I am so happy you are my husband.”
He winked at her. “I’m about to make you even happier.”
She smiled and it was soon replaced with soft groans of pleasure as his lips roamed over her with kisses while his hand roamed as well. Her mother had claimed the act was a pleasurable one, if a woman was lucky enough to find the right man.
She was lucky—extremely lucky.
Her own hands reached out, needing, aching to touch him as she did before only more so now. She was soon lost in a haze of pleasure as their hands roamed, kisses were sought, lingering ones, then hard and fast ones.
When his fingers slipped inside her, she gasped. It shocked her but felt so good and she was eager to feel his shaft slip inside her.
“Please, Raff, I can’t wait any longer,” she said.
He kissed her cheek. “I am glad to hear that, since I can’t either.” He positioned himself over her, nudging her legs further apart and entered her slowly.