at the new sensations, her legs opening wider for him as her nails dug crescent-shaped wounds into his broad back. Her body was responding to his as if she were made for him and him alone.
She wanted more.
Tor had never experienced anything so sweet in his entire life. His body pounded into hers and she accepted all of him, her pelvis instinctively moving against his. It was pure magic, his manhood burying itself into her wet folds as her body tried to coax forth his seed. Her hands, soft and warm, moved from his back to his buttocks timidly. At first, her touch was light, like butterfly wings, becoming acquainted with the feel of his rock-hard backside. After a moment, her touch became bolder and she squeezed his cheeks in a gloriously delicious move.
Tor surrendered without a fight.
His hot seed exploded into her body and Isalyn felt him shudder as he released. He kept moving within her, however, his hand moving to the junction between her legs, stroking her until she, too, experienced her first release. It was as if her entire body exploded, gasping as waves of pleasure rolled over her.
As the ripples died down, Tor remained buried in her, kissing her gently, showing her without words how much he was coming to adore her. An unexpected woman at the most unexpected time in his life had quickly become part of him.
He’d never been overwhelmed like this before.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered in his ear.
He stopped kissing her and looked at her. “For what?”
Isalyn looked rather dazed, but there was no mistaking the warmth in her eyes. “For not putting up more of a fight,” she murmured. “We are not even married yet and I let you… I pray you do not think too poorly of me.”
He looked at her strangely. “I pray you do not think too poorly of me,” he said. “We should not have taken such liberty and I know that, but the moment I touched you, common sense and reason seemed to vanish. What I have come to feel for you, Isalyn… I am overwhelmed with you. All of you.”
She smiled, her hands going to his face, stroking his brow gently. “Then mayhap we had better marry as soon as possible so that we do not feel guilty should we become overwhelmed with each other again.”
He snorted. “So your father does not turn Fraser loose on me if he realizes I cannot keep my hands from you.”
“I think you can defeat Fraser.”
“I can, but if I hurt him, Isabella would never forgive me.”
Isalyn chuckled, throwing her arms around his neck again and pulling him close. Tor wrapped her up in his big arms, savoring her flesh against his, closing his eyes as he inhaled her delicious female musk.
“Isalyn?”
“Aye?”
“What would you say if I told you that I adore you?”
“I would say that I adore you, too.”
“I may even love you.”
“I may even love you, too.”
That was all Tor wanted to hear. He’d been waiting his whole life for this moment and he didn’t even know it.
He would have liked to have taken more time with her, but there would be all the time in the world after they married. They were in a rather risky position at the moment, so with a final kiss, Tor pushed himself off her and pulled her into a sitting position. He went around gathering clothes that had been thrown off in the heat of passion and they quickly dressed. He’d barely finished pulling his boots on when Isabella was knocking at the door, demanding to come in.
With a final wink to Isalyn, Tor opened the door for Isabella and ducked out as she ran in.
And Isabella was none the wiser as to what had just occurred.
Magic.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Did you mean what you said?”
Lying on the uncomfortable mattress in the borrowed chamber, Joah looked at Barbara curiously.
“I do not know,” he said. “What did I say?”
Barbara was upset. Her face was pale and there were tears in her eyes, and she stood over Joah twisting her fingers nervously. A few feet behind her, Lenore watched her sister with concern.
“You said that you could be hired for a… task,” Barbara said.
Joah nodded. “I can, my lady,” he said. “Do you know of someone who needs my skills?”
Barbara nodded shortly. “I do,” she said. “Me.”
Joah’s eyebrows lifted. “You?” he repeated. “What can I possibly do for you, my lady?”
Barbara was trying very hard to control her emotions, but she wasn’t doing a good job.