The Golden Lion (Knights of Passion Series 2) (4 page)

She wanted to wriggle so that his fingers were in the place she most wanted them, she wanted to take his hand in her own and show him, but she forced herself to remain still. And then he laughed, and she knew he had known all along.

“My wanton wife,” he teased, and suddenly his fingers brushed across her mound,
and the soft hair that grew there now there was no need for plucking, and slid into her outer lips.

It had been so long and the brush of his fingers felt
so strange, and then so familiar, that tears stung her eyes. She rolled over him and settled herself atop him, carefully, astride his hips. His cock was hard and eager, and she placed herself above it, so that just the tip entered her moist core.

He looked up at her, hands on her hips,
and began pushing her down to impale her. He had far more strength than she’d realised. As he stretched her, filled her, she moaned, and he reached up a hand to finger her breasts, teasing the hard nubs of her pink nipples.

The pleasure was coming too fast when she wanted to slow it down, but she wondered if he w
ould be able to continue on for much longer, so she moved quickly as he thrust upwards, and then he was crying out softly and her own climax took her sharp and sweet, her body rippling around him.

After a moment she slid off him and lay beside him again, their bodies close together, their breathing slowing to normal.

“Batilda,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.

“Yes, my lion.”

“Are we safe now? Are we home?”

“We are. We are here together, you and I.”

“Good.” He said, and smiled as he turned his head to her in the night. “I feel as if I am getting better.”

Batilda waited until he was asleep, and then she rose quietly and went to the chest at the bottom of the bed, where her clothes were folded. Hidden at the bottom was a cloak,
dull and musky, covered with strange embroidered symbols. It wasn’t very pretty but to her it was a thing of remarkable beauty. This cloak had brought them together and it had saved their lives.

She looked at it for a moment, remembering the past, dreaming of the future, and then she put it back and closed the lid, and went back to
bed with her husband.