Authors: Katherine Kingston
HealingPassion (18 page)
“Is it true?” she asked him, “Can it possibly be true? I am
allowed to live? And we’re ordered to wed on the morrow. I can scarce credit
I’m not dreaming it. And you’ve been made Lord Groswick. The people will rejoice.”
“Perhaps as much because they’ll continue to have you for
their lady as for acquiring me as lord.”
“Nay, not so. They do admire you. The guards you’ve trained
have great praise for you. And all the household respects you as well.”
“Except for Peter Randolph,” Thomas pointed out.
“Aye, well. Except for Peter. But if you return as my savior
rather than my potential doom, I think in time even he will be reconciled.”
“He’ll be reconciled if he wishes to remain at the keep,”
Thomas said. And then he leaned down to kiss her, and they didn’t speak again
for a while.
The kiss sent its usual waves of fire pouring down her back
and into her gut. She couldn’t get close enough to him and lifted his court
tunic and shirt to get her hands on his chest. He tugged at tapes and laces. A
few hectic, occasionally awkward and tangled moments ensued as they shed their
clothes.
Relief and the lifting of long built-up tension made Juliana
light-headed, almost giggly. Thomas didn’t seem to mind, though, that getting
him wrapped up in his own shirt made her dissolve into laughter. He smiled on
her mirth and mussed up her hair, tugging it free of the pins that held it up,
in revenge for her pulling on his as she finally got the shirt over his head.
He buried his fingers in the released tresses and drew her
to him for another long, deep kiss. She drank in the sweetness of that joining,
knowing she’d never tire of it and never get enough of it. His jutting cock
pressed into her belly. Hands roved over her back, running up and down her
spine, then moving around her sides to stroke her breasts. She met his eyes and
got lost in the fiery blue depths of them. This man was her fate, her destiny,
the one she’d love, honor, and cherish forever.
They tipped over onto the bed in another awkward tangle of
limbs. It set her laughing again. Between giggles, she tried to apologize. “I
feel like a silly child, laughing over the most ridiculous things. I cannot
seem to help it. The relief is so great.”
His smile was tender and indulgent as he traced the outline
of her lips with a finger. “I like to hear you laugh. I’m sure you’ve done
little enough of it in your life.”
Then he ran a hand down over her breast, brushing the
nipple, and the jolting pleasure of it chased away the laughter, replacing it with
a sharp gasp. He teased the peak with his fingers, then with his tongue, until
it stood up hard and she was squirming beneath him. Fire lit the blood in her
veins to a boil.
He licked down her stomach, stopping to dip into her belly
button, and continued downward to her cleft. Juliana held her breath. His
clever mouth explored the petals of her quim before his tongue speared through
them and dove deep into her. She gasped and wound her fingers tightly in his
hair, holding him to her. With sharp little flicks, he teased her pearl until
she writhed with the extremity of sensation.
When he drew back and moved so he could kiss her mouth
again, she tasted her own juices on his lips.
Wanting, needing to return the pleasure, she grasped his
cock and began to caress it with her fingers. When he moaned softly, it
thrilled her to know she could give him pleasure equal to what he brought her.
Touching his flesh in this intimate way sent shivers rushing up and down her.
The hardness of his need roused an equal response in her. Her quim swelled and
tightened, demanding the fulfillment of his invasion. She wanted him, but, even
more, she wanted to give him every pleasure possible in return.
Indulging a sudden impulse, she leaned over and pressed her
lips to his cock. He gasped sharply. “Does it please you?” she asked.
He had to take a deep breath before he could answer. “More
than I can say.”
With the tip of her tongue, she licked up along its length
to the soft sleek bulb at the top. A drop of liquid oozed from the tiny hole.
He groaned when she tasted it. She cupped his balls in her palm, kneading them
carefully as she brushed across the sensitive ridges and folds of his cock.
After a moment, he stilled her. “No more, Juliana. No more,
lest I explode right now. Turn over.”
Instead, she paused and levered herself up on her elbow,
looking him in the face. “We’re to be married tomorrow, my love. Can we not
share fully this evening?”
“But what if I disappoint you? Will you refuse to accept me
tomorrow?” Sparkly lights danced in his blue eyes as he teased her.
“I don’t believe the king would allow it,” she mused. “But
it will not be. You couldn’t disappoint me. The man you are is all I will ever
want.”
“As you are the lady I’ve waited and searched for so long.”
He reached down to her quim and dipped his finger into the
sensitive folds of flesh there. He found her bud and teased it until she
squealed. His stroking of her pearl brought her to a shivering tension that
demanded his intrusion for completion.
“Please, Thomas,” she begged. “Come into me.”
His cock bobbed in her hand, eager to spear her. Thomas
gathered some of the moisture seeping from her on his fingers and spread it on
the end. Then he moved to position himself over her. The tip of his cock sought
for the entrance, and finding it, began to nudge itself in.
It was uncomfortable for a moment or two as she adjusted to
his size, which stretched her. He waited patiently for her to signal her
readiness to continue. When she relaxed and smiled at him, he pushed deeper and
deeper until he was buried in the depths of her body. Her womb swelled around
him and spasms jolted through it that held him tight as her arms wound around
him to keep him close to her.
He watched her steadily. The love and joy in his expression
was an added pleasure in the steadily growing tempest of desire. The fire that
burned in him spread to her and blazed through her, a shared benediction of the
spirit that joined them.
He withdrew partway, then slid back in. It drew another
spasm of pleasure, this time from deep within her womb. When he saw that it
pleased her, he drew back and pushed in again, harder this time.
His face scrunched up with joyful strain as he thrust into
her again and again.
Tension built inside her as though she ascended a steep
hill. Each pleasurable spasm took her higher and higher, increasing the
anticipation of getting to the top. Her back arched; she surged upward to meet
his thrusts and bounced in a small, needy spasm when his cock hit its home
inside. Her fingers dug into his back as the tension grew so huge, she could
scarce bear it.
As she neared the peak, her breath couldn’t come fast
enough. The need demanded he go faster and faster.
Just as she was about to reach the top, he withdrew and
stopped partway out for a breathless, endless moment. They shared a brief look
steeped in shared love, endless promise, and desperate need for each other.
Then he thrust into her again, deep, deeper, deepest. It sent her to the top of
the hill and over.
Huge spasms rolled over her, making her jolt and buck
against him. He grunted deep in his throat with the explosive relief of his
tension. They held onto each other while each rocked with the joy of their
mutual climax. She didn’t so much roll down off the top of the hill as float
down from it.
The peace that filled her as the spasms of release began to
abate was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It held fulfillment, and love,
and a saturating joy.
Thomas collapsed on top of her. His dear weight pressed
against her chest and belly, while his head fit into her shoulder, his face
alongside hers, cheek to cheek. It interfered with her breathing, but she
didn’t care. If she were to die this way, she would die happy, but she knew he
wouldn’t allow that to happen. They held onto each other and their complete,
perfect melding of two individuals into one. It wouldn’t last, but the memories
and renewals of it would.
Finally, he pushed himself off and rolled over to lay beside
her. He took her hand. “Juliana, as God is my witness, you are my lady, my wife.
You’re mine from this moment on. I promise to love, protect, cherish and honor
you for the rest of our lives.”
She looked into his blue eyes as she brought her other hand
over to cover their joined ones. “Thomas, as God is my witness, you are my love
and my husband from this moment on. I promise to love, honor, and cherish you
as well for the rest of our lives.”
Tomorrow they’d make those vows in front of witnesses, where
they would be legally binding. But these were the vows that would bind their
hearts and souls for the rest of their lives.
“And now that we’ve slaked the most immediate desperate
need, we have yet all night for more,” he said. “I plan to take you more slowly
next time. I want to touch every square inch of you and kiss it as well. I want
to show you a thousand more delights. I hope you have no plans to sleep
tonight, my love.”
Juliana touched his cheek, and ran her hand down his chest
to his already swelling cock. Love for him swelled so full in her breast, she
wondered she didn’t burst with it. “None whatsoever, my husband.”
About the Author
I’m really very ordinary, you know, so it’s hard to know
what to say. I’m a mom and a grandma. I do laundry and clean house (well,
sometimes) and wash dishes like everyone else. I grew up in New York (the city,
that is) and moved to North Carolina some thirty years ago. I discovered books
early and buried myself in them as much as possible as a child and a teenager.
I still love sinking into a good book and getting swept away.
I’m an unabashed reader of genre books. I love mysteries,
romance, science fiction and fantasy. Horror, not so much. I wrote my first
short story at the age of ten, but I didn’t take up writing seriously until
many years later. I love the Medieval period and did a great deal of research
into it while in college, even though it wasn’t my field. That’s why my
historical erotic romances are set in that period.
I dream a lot, too, which makes writing the perfect vocation
for me. How else can you claim to be working when you’re sitting in an armchair
staring out the window?
Katherine welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
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