“My lord,” she half-protested, “would you deny your heir his only sustenance?”
“Let some fresh-cheeked farmer’s wife with big tits like cow’s udders give him sustenance,” Josselin said. “These beauties should belong to me alone!”
“Oh wicked and lustful man,” she scolded him laughingly, “perhaps this will help ease your ardor!” With a playful push she rolled him from her and onto his back. Then before he might protest this treatment, Mairin mounted her husband, clasping him between her milky thighs and looking down at him archly. Her lovely breasts thrust boldly forward, their moss-rose nipples easy temptation. “Well, my lord,” she said, “must I tell you what to do next? You are usually quite full of wicked ideas.”
Reaching up, he began to play with her breasts, teasing at the nipples with delicious expertise, causing her stomach to flutter with pleasure, and her secret place to throb with eager longing. Unable to control herself, Mairin’s slender hips wiggled with growing excitement, grinding themselves down quite provocatively into his groin. Just when she thought she could bear no more of these delights, his two hands clamped about her neat waist, and he slowly impaled her upon his aching shaft. Mairin’s back arched, and with a little moan she threw her head back, her eyes closed.
“Ride me,” he growled fiercely. “Ride me, enchantress mine!”
With almost mindless obedience, she heeded his order, leaning her breasts forward to brush against his chest, her hands bracing themselves on either side of his head. Reaching up he held her hips which worked themselves up and down, up and down in sensuous rhythm, her still-tight sheath encasing and releasing his hot manhood as his mouth hungrily fastened itself upon hers, kissing her with wild abandon.
When he saw her visibly beginning to tire, he swiftly and gently rolled her back over so that now it was he who was mounted upon her. Mairin’s arms tightened about Josselin’s neck. She was vaguely aware of their change of position, but she was far too lost in pleasure to be fully cognizant of anything. It had been like this since their blissful reunion of five days prior. Why, the thought drifted through her mind, why did I ever deny myself this joy? She could feel him, hard and hungry, within her tingling body, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting, withdrawing until she thought she would explode with happiness, but instead she seemed to crave even more, and she could not understand it, for their coupling was the best it had ever been.
“More,” he groaned against her ear. “Ahh, enchantress, I want more of you!”
She heard his plea, yet she did not fully comprehend his words. Still, she wrapped her legs about him allowing him deeper penetration of her body, and Mairin felt him shudder against her. She soared within the endless sky of their mutual passion, her hands smoothing down his long back, tangling within his tawny hair as she rode the wave of her love for him. Within her own body she could feel the tumultuous tremors of her own passion beginning to come to a soaring crest. Her nails dug into the flesh of his back, scoring him cruelly, and she heard her own voice moaning with sweet fulfillment as together they were swept over the peak.
“Ahhhh, enchantress! Ahhhhhh!”
As the pleasure filled her body, leaving it weak and sated, Mairin giggled softly. “You see . . . you bellow, Josselin,” she teased him lovingly.
Lying atop her still, he took her face within his two hands and tenderly kissed first her nose, and then her lips. “I suppose,” he said with a lazy grin, “that I do, but you wouldn’t have me any other way, I hope.”
“Nay, my love, I wouldn’t,” she admitted.
Then suddenly from the cradle in the corner, the baby began to cry.
“Damnation,” grumbled Josselin.
“What, my lord?” she said. “Would you deny William his turn?” Arising from their very tumbled bed, she hurried across the floor to gather up their son. Returning to the bed, Mairin settled herself cross-legged, and pushing her hair aside, put the baby to her breast. With almost smug contentment, William suckled noisily, his round baby-blue eyes gravely viewing his father who enviously watched. His chubby baby hands kneaded busily on his mother’s flesh as he went about the serious business of eating.
“Is he not the most beautiful boy in the whole world?” Mairin cooed at her son.
William took a moment to belch noisily, and then continued nursing.
“Enjoy it while you may, you little glutton,” Josselin warned his heir. “Those glorious tits will soon belong to me again, and me alone. I have no intention of sharing them with you any longer.”
William ceased his nursing momentarily at the sound of his father’s voice, and his little head swung about in Josselin’s direction.
“He understands you!” Mairin was amazed. “I truly believe he understands you,” she said, carefully putting her nipple back into the baby’s mouth.
William nursed more thoughtfully now, his previously loud smacking noises somewhat subdued.
Josselin chuckled. “He had better understand me,” he said. “This is but the first of our confrontations as father and son. One day he will be big enough to beat me, but not now! Do you hear that, you little piglet? I am master here!”
“Bully,” Mairin said.
“Kiss me, wife!” he commanded her, and leaned forward.
With a little smile, Mairin pressed her lips to his in a kiss she meant to be brief, but somehow she could not seem to draw away from him. The kiss deepened. Her lips softened and parted. Their tongues eagerly entwined in passionate embrace. It was heaven, Mairin thought fuzzily, and then without warning Josselin pulled away from her.
“Tomorrow,” he said through gritted teeth, and with an emphasis she could not mistake.
Looking down at her sucking son, and then back at her husband, with his smoldering gaze, Mairin was forced to laugh in rueful understanding. “Tomorrow,” she agreed.
They sat together watching as William greedily finished his meal, one suspicious eye upon his sire all the while. Gradually his small fuzzy round head drooped against his mother’s warm breast in sleep. Their eyes met and they smiled at one another.
“I am so happy,” Mairin said quietly as she arose and tucked baby William into his cradle.
“It is what I have wanted,” he replied. “It is all that I have ever wanted for you—that you be happy with me.” He stood and took her into his arms, his lips brushing tenderly against hers. “Ahhh, enchantress mine,” he said. “I am surely the richest of all men, for I have you, I have our children, and I have our home. What more could any man or woman want?”
“There is nothing more, Josselin, my love,” she answered him softly. “This is everything! Together we possess the world, you and I!”
Through the narrow bedchamber window the evening star shone in all its blue-white splendor; but Mairin and Josselin were so caught within the magical web of their own love that they did not notice the clear still night acoming because for them a new and more hopeful era was even now dawning.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bertrice Small is a New York Times bestselling author and the recipient of numerous writing awards. In keeping with her profession, she lives in the oldest English-speaking town in the state of New York, founded in 1640, and works in a light-filled studio surrounded by the paintings of her favorite cover artist, Elaine Duillo. Because she believes in happy endings, Bertrice Small has been married to the same man, her hero, George, for forty years. They have a son, a daughter-in-law, and three adorable grandchildren. Longtime readers will be happy to know that Nicki the Cockatiel flourishes along with his fellow housemates, Pookie, the long-haired greige and white feline, Honeybun, the petite orange lady cat with the cream-colored paws, and Finnegan, the naughty black kitty.
BOOKS BY BERTRICE SMALL
The Kadin
Love Wild and Fair
Adora
Unconquered
Beloved
Enchantress Mine
Blaze Wyndham
The
Spitfire
A Moment in Time
To Love Again
Love, Remember Me
The Love Slave
Hellion
Betrayed
Deceived
The Innocent
A Memory of Love
The Dutchess
Rosamund
THE O’MALLEY SAGA
Skye O’Malley
All the Sweet Tomorrows
A Love for All Time
This Heart of Mine
Lost Love Found
Wild Jasmine
SKYE’S LEGACY
Darling Jasmine
Bedazzled
Beseiged
Intrigued
Just Beyond Tomorrow
Vixens
ANTHOLOGIES
Captivated
Fascinated
Delighted
I Love Rogues
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