confirm it. At first, she had vehemently stuck to her story about him being the lad’s father until he told her what he believed to be the truth. She finally broke down and told him everything.
The problem now was... how did he protect them from harm?
Finding an answer would have to wait until morning. He wanted nothing more than to climb in bed and wrap his arms around his wife.
When he was finally completely naked, he climbed into bed and gently took her in his arms. She snuggled against him and it was difficult for him not to wake her and make love to her.
He stroked her back, his hand drifting down over her soft backside. He smiled, recalling how when he had warned her about punishing her for disobeying him that she had suggested she would not mind his hand at her backside. It had turned him hard as the thought of it did now.
Stop touching her, he told himself, but he did not listen. She felt too good and it had been a long month since he had last stroked her so intimately. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feel of her.
They sprung open when only a short time later her hand moved between his legs and began to caress him, turning him harder and harder. He had not meant to wake her, but since he had...
He slipped his hand between them to stroke her as intimately as she stroked him. It was a pleasure to lay there in the quiet of the night touching each other, stoking their passion, eagerly anticipating what was yet to come.
“I have missed this between us,” he whispered and kissed her softly.
She tapped his arm, letting him know she felt the same and so pleased he had wakened her, in more ways than one, with his touch.
Cree had no intentions of rushing as they had done earlier today in his solar. This time was for taking it slow, lingering, and enjoying every kiss, caress, and climax they would share.
When she tossed her head back and her caress turned to strong tugs that threaten to bring him to climax, he knew it was time to make her come at least once, so that they could linger longer in this divine pleasure.
He eased her on her back and wished he had stoked the small fire in the hearth so that there was enough light to see her more clearly. She was a mere shadow and he loved to watch her face as she exploded in climax. Later he would see to it, and then make love to her again.
He was careful with her breasts, having learned that they could be tender if it had been a while since she fed the twins. So with his hands on either side of her head, he hovered just above her as his knee eased between her legs to spread them apart.
When she felt him nudge at her legs, she spread them wide, eager for him to slip into her and she sighed silently with pleasure when he did. He belonged there; he belonged to her. The thought suddenly turned her possessive and she wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper inside her.
“Hungry for me... are you?” he asked, obliging her and sinker deeper and deeper with every thrust.
She tapped his arm repeatedly.
He knew her well and the stronger the taps came the closer she was to coming. He cursed himself again, for he wished he could see her face and the way it contorted with pleasure when she burst in a climax.
He drove into her over and over and she grabbed his arm squeezing it as a climax gripped her entire body, sending a repeated shudder racing through her.
Dawn did not want the spiraling passion to ever end and she startled and grew angry when Cree suddenly pulled out of her. She went to grab his arm in protest, but he flipped her over before she could. In the next instant, he slipped his arm under her stomach and yanked her up so that she was on her knees, then he entered her from behind.
His hands took hold of her backside and held it tight as he slammed into her again and again, intent on making her come not just once more but repeatedly.
Dawn kept her hands braced firm on the bed, dropped her head back, and squeezed her eyes shut as her
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