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Then she was soaring, leaving the world behind her,riding among the stars on a fiery chariot that raced off into a place of sweetness and light. Red bursts of sunlight, tiny pinpricks of pleasure consumed her. She cried out Ral’s name as he drove himself on, felt him spilling his seed, and knew in that moment that nothing on this earth could ever be sweeter than this.
Chapter Twelve
Ral shifted onto his side, tightening his hold on the softly curved woman beside him. He saw that she slept and for a while so did he, a peaceful, dreamless sleep more restful than any he had known in weeks. When he awoke, he heard her crying.
“I have hurt you,” he said, coming up on an elbow, worry slicing through him at what he might have done. “I feared that this would happen.”
Caryn smiled at him through her tears. “You did not hurt me, Ral. ’Twas wondrous and beautiful—like riding a star to the moon.”
“Why do you cry, then?”
“I was thinking of the people in the village. Because of me, they will not get their land.”
He kissed her gently on the lips. “’Tis all right, Cara. Your plan was not wholly successful. The Ferret and some of his men got away.”
“You mean he escaped?”
He nodded.
“Truly?”
“Truly. But not for long. The next time I find him, ’tis bound to mean his head.”
“I will help you,” she vowed. “I will discover where he hides and Iwill—”
“You will do naught—do you hear? You have done enough already.”
She fell back against the pillows with a sigh. “’Tis not completely my fault, you know. Had you confided in me, this never would have happened.”
He scowled. “’Tis not a man’s duty to confide in his wife.”
“That may be so, but nevertheless, had you done so, the Ferret might now be yours.”
He mulled that over in silence, then he sighed. “I will try to inform you of matters of import.” Sliding an arm around her waist, he dragged her beneath him, pressing her down on the mattress. “And you will do naught without my approval—is that clear?”
She must have noticed his strengthening arousal for she laughed. “Must I have your approval for a kiss?”
Ral felt the pull of a smile. “Nay, vixen, that you may take whenever you wish.”
So she did, sliding her arms around his neck and pulling his head down, pressing her soft lips to his and running her tongue inside his mouth. She was all soft curves and sweet woman scent and he wanted her with a passion that amazed him. His hand found her breast, pebbled her nipple, then moved lower, spreading the petals of her sex and finding her amazingly wet and ready.
God might have made her passage small and tight, but he had compensated by making her woman’s place so damp, giving her a different means to accept him. He smiled at the thought, parted her legs with his knee, and slid himself inside with a single steady thrust.
“You are certain this does not hurt?”
“I am filled with you, that is all. ’Tis a most disturbing sensation.”
Ral chuckled. “I hope so.”
He moved within her and felt her heartbeat quicken beneath his hand. His own pulse beat fiercely, the bloodpumping swiftly through his veins. He forced himself to go slow, reminding himself that she was new to this, for all the quickness with which she learned. He kissed her deeply as he cupped a breast, then lowered his head and began to suckle her gently. Her nipple budded at the touch of his tongue, and she trembled beneath him. Her breast felt heavy and full against his palm, her skin exquisitely smooth. His fingers moved along her body, which tapered to a tiny waist, then flared to womanly hips and a taut little round derriere.
His loins clenched as he stroked her there, and the fire in his blood spread like flames through his body. With a groan of defeat, the last of his control slipped away, plunging him headlong into his lusty passions. He moved faster, deeper, harder. Caryn moaned and clutched his shoulders, her hips coming up to his, release breaking over her like a wave.
It triggered his own, and his seed spilled hotly inside her, the sweetness consuming, cooling his blazing need, if only for a time.
He smiled into the darkness. If ever he had doubted that a woman her size could please him, he would not doubt it again.
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