Chapter Eight

Gavin had only meant to offer comfort, but when she came alive under his touch, he couldn't help himself. He took what she unwittingly offered. Tasting, touching, consuming and needing more. He wanted her as he'd never wanted. Only sheer force of will had him easing away from her, and when he glanced down to see her eyes closed, lips parted and damp from their kiss, he groaned.

Those gorgeous eyes blinked open.

"Did I hurt you?"

He took her hand in his and guided it to the front of his leathers, another groan spilling as her hand closed reflexively around him and squeezed.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered but didn't remove her hand. "Tell me what to do."

Gavin knew he had to wait. He'd given his word. But there were other things they could do. Ways he could show her the pleasure they'd share between them.

"Do you hurt?" he asked as he slid her hand up over his stomach to the safety of his chest.

She nodded, her pink tongue coming out to lick over her lips. She was killing him and had no clue. "I ache."

"Where?"

She hesitated for a moment then brushed her fingers along her breasts.

"Where else?"

"Gavin."

"Where else?" he demanded, needing to know if she burned as hot as he did.

Her hand dropped low on her abdomen, stopping just above the juncture of her thighs.

"Will you trust me to ease you?"

"Yes."

She surprised him with her quick consent, but he wouldn't question his good fortune. Instead, he pulled her to him, taking her mouth again while he worked to free her from her dress. He didn't stop kissing her until she stood before him in nothing but her shoes and stockings. He went to his knees then, leaning in to kiss the curls above her sex before lifting one of her feet to his knee.

"Gavin." Her voice was a husky whisper with just a breath of fear.

"I'm going to take care of you, Nori. Take care of the ache with my mouth and hands. You want that, don't you? For the ache to go away."

He placed kisses along her thigh as each inch of creamy, pale flesh was revealed. Then he treated her other leg the same until not a stitch covered her. He surged to his feet, scooped her up against his chest, and carried her to the bed. He placed her gently atop the bedding, pulling away only long enough to remove his boots before stretching out beside her.

"What about your pants?" She reached for the ties, but he caught her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingers before guiding them to his shoulder.

"I think it's best if they stay on for now."

"Don't make me wait. You're my husband. I accept that. I accept you. Why wait any longer?"

Gavin gazed into her eyes. She was telling the truth, and it humbled him. Still.

"I gave my word. Two days."

"I never asked for that."

She had no idea how badly he wanted to concede, but not yet. He leaned down and took her mouth again. This time, he let his hands caress her while they kissed. First, he merely touched. Her skin was soft under his fingertips. He grazed along the sides of her breasts then inward over the slight curve of her belly before moving out to brush along the curve of her hips. She whimpered, rising into his touch and trying to follow the movement of his fingertips.

"Please," she begged, pulling away from his kiss.

He trailed his lips along her neck, over her collarbone, then over the top curves of her breasts. Her fingers twined in his hair, guiding him toward where she wanted. He didn't make her ask again. He licked over one taut nipple then latched on, sucking greedily while she keened beneath him. Her legs moved restlessly as he moved between her breasts, thoroughly taking his fill of the lush mounds. Then her cries turned sharper, fear causing a tremble in her tone.

"Gavin!"

He slipped one palm between her thighs and found his fingers drenched. His perfect wife was close to finding her pleasure with only his mouth on her breasts. He wedged his hand between her clenched thighs and found the bud hidden at the top of her sex, plucking it with his fingers as he took a nipple back into his mouth.

She came with a scream he hoped could be heard all over the castle. Let them know the pleasure his wife found at his touch. Let them know she was his and no man would ever take her from him. He gentled his touch, eased his mouth away and spread kisses as he moved lower. The sweet scent of her woman's mound had his mouth watering for a taste of what coated his fingers. She didn't move until his kisses trailed lower along her stomach and he shifted to lie between her thighs, spreading her wide to accommodate the width of his shoulders.

"What are you—"

She broke off with a cry as he opened her to his gaze and licked from her opening to her bud then back down, dipping inside with a groan. She was sweet on his tongue, like some treat he'd never known existed but would be the only thing he craved from now on.

"Gavin," she moaned, fingers back in his hair as if she needed to touch him.

He flattened one palm over her abdomen then pumped his tongue into her as he wanted to do with his manhood. She cried out, fingers clenching in his hair as she went between pressing him closer and trying to push him away. He stayed where he was, satiating his deep hunger for her. He planned to bring her to orgasm again, to have her drench his tongue as she had his fingers.

"Gavin!" she screamed as she came again. He continued fucking her with his tongue, thumb rubbing tight circles over her pleasure point as he did. He couldn't stop. Every taste only made him want more. He feasted until her voice broke, and she went limp beneath him.

"Gavin, please."

He glanced up from between her thighs and wasn't surprised to see her eyes closed, hands splayed out over her head. He licked over her again then paused when she jerked.

"Please," she whispered again.

Reluctantly, he rose, moving to her side and lying beside her on the bed.

"What do you need, love?"

"You." She lifted her hand and slipped it down between them, giving his manhood another firm squeeze. "I don't want to wait. Please. Make me your wife. I want to be your wife."

Every reason he had for waiting the two days fled. Delaying had never been his idea to begin with. It had been a concession to her grandfather. Not for Phillip, but for her. For Nori. He could fight his need in order to allow her the time she needed to become comfortable with him touching her. He couldn't fight both of them.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "We can wait until tomorrow."

"Don't you want me?"

Gavin groaned. "You can feel how much I want you."

"Then don't make us wait."

She rolled, sending him to his back before straddling his thighs and reaching for his laces. This time, he let her have her way. She tugged them loose then used her hands to spread the material wide. His shaft rose, long and thick, as she freed it from the confines of his leathers. He heard her gasp, and he glanced from the hands stroking over his flesh to her face.

"You're large, Gavin. Too large, I fear. I'm not sure we'll fit."

"We'll fit," he vowed through clenched teeth. It took everything he possessed not to spill at the touch of her fingers as she explored his shaft.

"I want to try. I really do, but you won't be angry if I can't take you?"

"It's my job to make sure you can take me."

"You mean what you did with your fingers and mouth?" She blushed as she asked, making him smile. The woman had nearly ripped him bald while screaming her pleasure, and now, she was embarrassed.

"You liked what I did with my fingers and my mouth."

"Gavin." She glanced around as if someone might have snuck in and now listened to their conversation. Surely, she realized how loud she'd screamed his name? His grin widened. Maybe, she didn't.

He flipped her onto her back again then made quick work of removing his pants before using his knee to spread her thighs.

"I wanted to taste you first," she said as he slid between her legs.

"Next time," he promised, knowing he'd never survive the feel of her mouth closing over the head of his cock.

"Next time," she repeated with a nod. "We have all night, don't we?"

"All night," he agreed, knowing she'd probably be able to handle him only once that night. His wife was a virgin, and the first time could be painful for a woman.

He leaned down and took her mouth again, kissing her while he used his fingers to reignite her passion. He planted kisses along her neck, making his way back to her breasts, which he now knew were sensitive to his touch. He stayed there, moving between the lush mounds until she panted and writhed. He lifted his head as he guided the head of his cock to her entrance. Watching her face, he pressed in. Her big eyes flew open, and she gasped as he thrust hard and deep, opening her with his shaft.

She whimpered, hands gripping his arms, nails digging deep, as her legs lifted to clench his hips.

"Gavin!"

"Shh, love. The worst is over. Be still, and let your body adjust."

She shook her head even as her hips jerked toward him, impaling her even farther on his cock.

"I need…" She broke off, tossing her head back and forth against the bedding.

He groaned, holding himself above her with one arm while he used the other to grip her hip and hold her in place. He eased back, watching her face for any flickers of pain. Though she hissed between her teeth, she immediately tried to rise up and sheath him again.

"Easy," he mumbled. Gods, she was sheer perfection. He'd known she would be. Known the fire that burned inside her would spark a passion to match his own.

He tried to take it slow, every stroke gently paced. Nori was having none of it. She clawed. She fought his hold, frantic to rise into every thrust. She screamed, begged, pleaded, until his control broke. Until he was like the heathen he was often called. He took her hard, fast, pounding into her with everything he had.

"Yes! Yes! Gavin! Gavin!"

Her screams had to fill the whole castle as she came again, her sex tightening around him. He joined her with a bellow, slamming deep once more before he spilled everything inside her. He swore he might pass out from the intensity of his orgasm.

He collapsed atop her, hearing the whoosh of air leaving her body, then managed to find enough energy to roll them until she sprawled over his chest. She mumbled something, nose pressed against his neck. He shuffled until he was able to reach one of the dislodged covers and pull it over them. Then with a sigh, he let sleep take him.