“Of you,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “Of us. My father has ten children. I should like to have at least that many.”
Her eyes flew open and she looked at him in horror. “Ten children?”
He fought off a grin. “Too many?”
She could see that he was teasing her, so she played along. “Nay,” she said. “But I think they should all be girls.”
Now, his eyes opened wide. “All girls?”
She nodded confidently. “Girls are much easier to manage than boys.”
He grunted. “I have not done very well with girls in my care in the past.”
Her smile faded. “You will when I am in charge of them,” she said. “They will be disciplined and loved and encouraged to be creative. They will be the most cherished and well-mannered lasses in the north.”
His smile returned, just a little. “You’ll have them writing dramas?”
“Mayhap,” she said, a twinkle in her eyes. “Riding wild horses, writing dramas, and forging their way in this world. That was how you met me, after all. It is not such a bad thing.”
He leaned forward to kiss the tip of her nose. “It is not,” he said. “And after we are married, we will make plans to go to London and look for property to purchase. I will speak with my Uncle Edward. He spends most of his time in London and will know who we may speak with. Mayhap there is an old earl somewhere, selling his London townhome.”
“I am looking forward to it.”
“Are you really?”
Her answer was to lean forward, kissing his lips sweetly. That was the only answer Tor needed. He lost himself, winding his fingers in her carefully styled hair, but she didn’t stop him. He pulled her down to him and she let him. She was soft and sweet, and he feasted on her like a man who hadn’t tasted a woman in many years.
Truth be told, he’d only had one sexual experience before he met Jane and he hadn’t had any since. Oh, there had been urges, but he hadn’t given in to them simply because he felt as if touching another woman was betraying Jane. He was confused and sad, and considered celibacy a necessary evil.
But he didn’t feel that way any longer.
He was prepared to feast on a woman he would be faithful to until the end of his life.
That delicious figure was calling to him, those full breasts and generous hips. His kisses became more forceful, his tongue sliding into her mouth as she gasped. But he suckled on her tongue, settling her down, and she began to mimic his movements. Her body became boneless and pliable.
In a short amount of time, Tor was on fire.
Laying Isalyn on the bed beside him, his big, warm body partially covering her, his weight bearing down on her, but she didn’t resist. Her arms around his neck held him fast. When he tried to pull away a little so his weight would not be so heavy on her, she wouldn’t let him move. She suckled on his tongue as he has suckled on hers.
The fire began to burn out of control.
Tor didn’t keep her waiting. As his lips feasted on hers, a big hand closed gently over a full breast, feeling the silken texture against his palm. The action startled Isalyn but she didn’t pull away from him, not even when he pulled the top of her gown and shift down, down to the point where he nearly exposed the nipple. Still, she didn’t resist and he pulled the dress down a little further.
The nipple sprung free.
His mouth clamped over it.
Isalyn gasped in both surprise and ecstasy as he began to suckle. Every tug sent bolts of excitement shooting through her body and between her legs, a flame ignited that she’d never before experienced. She had no idea what it was, but something was pulsing to life. The more he fondled her, the more Isalyn seemed to respond.
The gown was coming off.
Isalyn didn’t even know how it came off, only that it had. The ties were unfastened and she lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head, and suddenly it was on the floor. She was nude, with only her hose on her legs, tied with matching ribbons, and the mere sight drove Tor mad with desire. His mouth left her breasts, his lips feasting over her belly and her hips. His mouth, his hands, were everywhere.
Isalyn lay there and let him.
Tor was being consumed by a wildfire now. He returned to her plump breasts, nursing against them hungrily as his fingers sought out the dark curls between her legs. She was already wet and swollen, her body preparing for his entry, and he pushed a finger into her tight, wet passage, slowly moving in and out of her, mimicking the thrusting that would soon be taking place. Isalyn groaned and opened her legs to him, instinctively, and Tor could wait no longer.
As fast as lightning, he ripped off what clothing he had on – a mail coat, padded tunic, belt, breeches – they all ended up on the floor and he threw himself down on top of her again, listening to her grunt as his weight came down. Carefully, he positioned his heavy phallus at her threshold, pushing into her slick and waiting body. He was so big that Isalyn groaned at his sensual intrusion, wriggling her hips as she tried to make it more comfortable, to ease the sting of possession. But her body was so prepared for this moment that a sting was all it was as he thrust into her, breaking her maiden’s barrier, claiming this woman for his own as he’d never claimed another. She was his, body and soul, and nothing on this earth could ever separate them.
She belonged to him, forever.
Carefully, Tor began to thrust, his arms going around her as he gathered her up tightly against him, her chest to his, the feel of her soft breasts against his flesh feeding his lust. Beneath him, Isalyn groaned and gasped at the new sensations, her legs opening wider for him as her nails dug crescent-shaped wounds into his broad back. Her body was responding to his as if she were made for him and him alone.
She wanted more.
Tor had never experienced anything so sweet in his entire life. His body pounded into hers and she accepted all of him, her pelvis instinctively moving against his. It was pure magic, his manhood burying itself into her wet folds as her body tried to coax forth his seed. Her hands, soft and warm, moved from his back to his buttocks timidly. At first, her touch was light, like butterfly wings, becoming acquainted with the feel of his rock-hard backside. After a moment, her touch became bolder and she squeezed his cheeks in a gloriously delicious move.
Tor surrendered without a fight.
His hot seed exploded into her body and Isalyn felt him shudder as he released. He kept moving within her, however, his hand moving to the junction between her legs, stroking her until she, too, experienced her first release. It was as if her entire body exploded, gasping as waves of pleasure rolled over her.
As the ripples died down, Tor remained buried in her, kissing her gently, showing her without words how much he was coming to adore her. An unexpected woman at the most unexpected time in his life had quickly become part of him.
He’d never been overwhelmed like this before.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered in his ear.
He stopped kissing her and looked at her. “For what?”
Isalyn looked rather dazed, but there was no mistaking the warmth in her eyes. “For not putting up more of a fight,” she murmured. “We are not even married yet and I let you… I pray you do not think too poorly of me.”
He looked at her strangely. “I pray you do not think too poorly of me,” he said. “We should not have taken such liberty and I know that, but the moment I touched you, common sense and reason seemed to vanish. What I have come to feel for you, Isalyn… I am overwhelmed with you. All of you.”