There was more? Of course there was more. She knew what was supposed to happen. She’d just had no idea it could possibly make her feel like this.
She was the most beautiful thing Robert had ever held in his hands. And if the Faerie Magic took him tomorrow, he’d go to his hereafter a grateful man.
Grateful for the honor she bestowed on him, entrusting him with her body, and grateful she’d decided to allow him to take her to MacQuarrie Keep, where he’d know she would be safe even after he was...
He pushed those thoughts away. What happened to him after tonight didn’t matter. He prayed only that the Fae allowed him to live long enough to get her safely into the arms of his family.
For now, he wanted nothing more than to enjoy these moments with Isa. To see to it that she enjoyed them as well.
He pulled her forward, entering her as gently, as slowly as he could manage. God, she was so tight! It took every bit of self-control he could dredge up not to surge into her and end this right now.
He covered her body with his, kissing her face, her neck, her beautiful lips. Her mouth opened to him with no effort and her tongue danced with his as if her body knew his, as if they’d done this a thousand times before.
It would be so easy to lose himself in her.
He forced himself to focus. Gradually, a little bit at a time, deeper and deeper, slowly, until at last she gasped and jerked in his arms and he was there, buried deep inside her.
His body throbbed with his need so he held himself very still, clutching her to him as he fought for control.
When he pulled out, she grabbed his hips, digging her fingers into his skin and lifting her hips, as if trying to keep him inside her.
“No,” she moaned.
He thrust back into her, slowly again, and she locked her ankles behind his back.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
Yes.
He repeated the action and she lifted her hips to meet him. Again and again. So good. She felt so damn good.
And then his control was gone. Hands clutched around her waist, he pulled her against him as he thrust into her, and his world shattered around him in what looked suspiciously like lightning arcing through the room.
When he could move again, he gathered her into his arms and rolled to his side. She kissed his chin and snuggled into his embrace, her breathing slowing within minutes to tell him she’d fallen asleep.
What they’d done might well have been very, very bad, but they’d sure as hell done it very, very well.
Chapter 17
Roland fingered the delicate earthenware cup before hurling it into the stone fireplace, sending sparks and pottery shards alike out onto the stone hearth.
He flung himself into the chair to wait, his fury seething with no outlet in sight.
That Agneys still valued her mother’s worthless trinket after all these years angered him.
Angered him, but didn’t surprise him in the least.
His daughter was so like the needy cow who had birthed her. Useless. And now, when at last she had some small part to play to finally,finally,be of some value to him, even now she couldn’t properly do what he’d asked of her.
A scrape sounded at the door and he was on his feet instantly, ready and waiting when she entered.
Her back to the room, she closed the door quietly, gasping when she turned and saw him there.
“Father! You frightened me. What are you doing in my bedchamber?”
“Waiting.” He purposely kept his words short and clipped. There was nothing to be gained in lulling the dull harlot into any sense of security. “Have you done yer duty this eve? Did you lie with him or has he rejected you again? Is that why yer here now?”
Her eyes darted around the room. He knew the instant they lit on what was left of the little cup he’d destroyed. Her lips tightened and thinned with her displeasure, and when she met his glare, her face took on that pathetic sniveling look he so detested in her. As he had in her mother.