Page 105 of An Oath Sworn
In the candlelit chamber, Marie stared at Colyne, their bodies still joined from making love. “When I think of you almost dying—”
Colyne silenced her with a gentle kiss, his taste stealing over her, tempting her to make love with him yet again. “ ’Tis over now. A fortnight has passed since Renard was captured.”
Memories lingered of how, when her father had learned the location of the English noble’s hiding place, he’d stormed off to personally make the arrest. “He will regret his part in the deceitful plot.”
“Aye, with his life. But”—Colyne kissed her until her thoughts hazed—“I can think of many things to do this night besides talking of your father’s anger, or of those who would try to usurp Scotland’s freedom.”
She shuddered against him, this moment fulfilling her every hope and dream.
“I love you, Marie. Never will I tire of telling you so.”
“Nor I you. You are my heart, my life. Never did I believe I would find a man who would want me for myself.” She smiled. “Then I was blessed with you.”
Tenderness mingled with the passion in his eyes. “ ’Tis I who am blessed.” He claimed her mouth in a tender kiss, and with excruciating slowness, he tasted her, unhurried, savoring. When he nipped at the skin along the curve of her throat, she could only groan as she basked in his every touch.
Hours later, Marie lay beside Colyne, her pulse still racing from making love. A smile touched her lips as she caught sight of her worn copy of the tales of King Arthur, which she’d received in her eighth summer.
Throughout her life she’d believed the brave knights who graced the pages were naught but characters crafted to entertain children and make grown women sigh. But it’d turned out they were true. Like Sir Lancelot, Colyne had ridden into her life, swept her away, and won her heart.
