Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 111355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
He was right; she was helpless right now, much too tired to defend herself, and she didn’t want to. He could have his way with her and she would enjoy every moment of it, for it certainly had its benefits.
He kneaded her buttocks and followed that with kisses and light bites that sent gooseflesh running over her. But when he slipped two fingers in and out of her, she thought she’d come in an instant, and only minutes later, she did.
Cree knew as soon as she moved into the throes of a climax, her body bucked and tightened and when he thought she was almost finished, he turned her over, spread her legs and slipping his hands under each of her legs, he pulled her up against him so that he could slip easily into her.
He wanted to come then and there, but he wasn’t done warming her or making her climax.
Dawn felt the heat down to the tips of her toes and he certainly had kept his word about making her come, but if he thought she was helpless... he was wrong.
She reached down as he drove into her and ran her fingers faintly across his sizeable sac and then cupped it in her hand and squeezed ever so slightly sending him over the edge.
“Damn it, woman,” he groaned and she tightened around him as he exploded in a blinding climax that seemed to go on forever.
When Cree’s senses finally returned he rolled off her and she was the one to pull the covers over them and cuddle against him. His arm wrapped around her and held her close demonstrating what his labored breathing won’t allow him to say, but what she deserved to hear... how very much he loved her?
Chapter Ten
Cree had guests to tend to but he didn’t want to leave Dawn. She slept comfortably against him as she always did and he felt at peace with her there beside him. And the thought that he loved her filled him with joy and fear. He had no idea how this plain, voiceless woman had worked her way into his heart, but she had, and now his heart belonged to her and always would.
He was angry that she had gone off on her own to find Old Mary and he would let her know that she was never to do such a foolish thing again, though he doubted that would stop her. Dawn had courage that could not be contained. She was, in a way, like a warrior ready to take up arms and defend, only her weapon was her courage and he admired her for it.
She stirred and cuddled closer, as if she couldn’t get close enough and he hugged her tighter, slipping his leg over hers and tucking it between his legs. His groin stirred against her warm skin, though couldn’t do much more since he had come so hard only a short time ago.
He had never climaxed so hard and long in his life and he damn well looked forward to doing it again with Dawn. He could easily spend the rest of the evening here with her in bed but that wasn’t possible. His guests were probably already wondering where he was, though they no doubt knew what he was up to and that bothered him. He didn’t want anyone thinking any less of Dawn. But how did he stop that when he himself had made her his mistress?
Damn if things hadn’t gotten complicated.
He reluctantly climbed out of bed tucking the blanket around Dawn, pleased that her body was now nice and warm and she was ensconced safely in bed. He hoped she would remain asleep until he returned. Then she would be well rested and they could make love again and again.
He smiled at the thought, leaned down, and lightly kissed her cheek and whispered, “Until later, my love.”
It took him only a short time to dress, though longer to walk the short distance to the keep, the snow still falling furiously. He entered the keep stomping to remove the snow from his boots and swinging off his cloak and walked into the Great Hall to see Kirk and his son Torr deep in conversation. Their warriors were congregated at one table; eating, drinking, and talking. Some of Cree’s warriors were spread out across several tables and while they appeared engaged in much the same as the McClusky warriors he knew they kept a watchful eye on their guests.
Cree didn’t expect trouble from the McClusky’s but he had taught his men to be prepared for the unexpected so that they would never be caught unaware, and the advice had saved them many a time.
As Cree approached the dais Kirk turned away from his son and asked, “Is the voiceless one all right?”
“Dawn is fine,” Cree said. He sat and filled a tankard with ale.