A Knight of Passion - By Tarah Scott Page 0,30

the reply she believed he wanted?

“We will both benefit, Riana.”

She remained silent, and he hesitated, wanting to speak of what had happened with the duchess. Did she now understand that the consummation had simply been the best ploy to keep the duchess distracted while Sir Dunbar whisked away her sister?

Would she loathe him if she knew how much he’d wanted her, despite the fact the duchess looked on? Even now he grew hard with the memory of how she had ground her mound against his mouth as he devoured her. The way her mouth had closed around his shaft while he sucked her sex had driven him mad. He wouldn’t have cared if the whole world watched while they tasted each other. He shifted in his saddle, his erection suddenly uncomfortable. He had fucked her only an hour ago, yet he wanted her again.

Deep in the night, Bryant realised Riana had fallen asleep on her horse, and brought his mount up alongside hers. He grasped her waist and pulled her across his thighs. She cried out and fisted his gambeson.

“You are safe,” he whispered into her hair, and cursed his foolishness in not insisting she acquiesce when he’d suggested earlier that she ride with him.

She pushed at his chest in an obvious effort to straighten, but he pulled her trembling body closer.

“I can ride,” she said into his chest.

“Be still,” he growled.

She hesitated, then relaxed in his arms. “How much longer?”

“It is nearly dawn,” he replied. “Four, maybe five hours, yet.”

She snuggled closer and he pulled her cloak more tightly around her. After a moment’s silence, she said, “Mayhap the duchess has not given chase because she is sure my mother will bear a son. If she believes Fyvie Castle will remain hers, she may let us go.”

Bryant didn’t believe the duchess would take such a gamble, and was surprised Riana would be so naïve. But he only replied, “Perhaps,” and breathed deeply of her hair. A hint of vanilla still lingered. He could get lost in that smell. His cock pulsed. If she noticed his arousal—he laughed mentally. In a moment she would be unable to miss his desire. His shaft would be hard as a rock and screaming for attention.

A soft snort brought him up short and he realised Riana had fallen asleep again. Bryant released a slow breath. This would be the longest four hours of his life.

Chapter Fifteen

Emotion tightened Riana’s chest when Chilgoriam Castle came into view in the distance. Fast-moving clouds swung low on the horizon and seemed to skim the round towers that stretched heavenwards. If God himself stepped from the mist onto the battlements, that would be no greater miracle than the fact they had encountered no trouble since leaving Arundel. Was it possible the duchess had truly let her go? Was Chilgoriam Castle now home?

She glanced at Sir Bryant.

He smiled gently. “We are home,” he said, as though he had read her mind.

Her heart fluttered and she couldn’t stop her gaze from dropping when she felt her cheeks heat. He edged his horse closer and he grasped her chin, tilting her face upwards so that she was forced to meet his gaze.

“You are safe,” he said.

He released her and, before she had realised his intention, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her from her horse and across his lap.

“My lord!” She seized the front of his gambeson.

Sir Bryant laughed, rich and deep, then bent and kissed her hard. His shaft stirred against her abdomen and she gasped. He broke the kiss, eyes glinting with mischief…and desire.

“We have been travelling a full day,” he said.

He slid his gaze down her neck to the swell of breasts above her bodice. She cast a wary glance at the men riding beside them. Sir Bryant’s face filled her view, then he dipped his head and she shivered when he trailed his tongue across her breasts. He sucked a nipple between his lips through the fabric of her dress. She moaned and his length hardened against her belly. Moisture pooled between her legs.

By all that was holy, she’d gone without a man far longer than a day, many times before, yet her body acted as if it was starved for the feel of velvety steel inside her channel. He sucked harder and desire streaked from nipple to her sex. She wriggled, quite without willing it, and he lifted his head, locking his eyes with hers.

A corner of his mouth twitched. “Are you uncomfortable, Lady?”

She