her.
They fell asleep, their bodies still locked together and intertwined. When they woke an hour or more later his manhood was hard once again as it rested within her lush body.
'You are amazing,' she said softly, moving with him in the cadence of passionate lust.
'Only for you,' he declared.
'Aye, and sometimes more so, but he did not really love me, Rafe. He only desired me. I was told passion is better shared by two people who love one another. Until now I did not know the wonder of it all.
From that moment on they were as one. During the snowiest winter in memory they spent a great deal of time making love to one another. There was, after all, little else to do until the spring. Rhonwyn realized she was happier than she had ever been in all of her life. Rafe found a peace unlike any he had ever known since he had found himself responsible for Ardley and his sister Katherine. It was so different with Rhonwyn, his beautiful wife with her exciting erotic erudition and her independent spirit.
She had taken up her weapons again, practicing with her two grizzled Welsh retainers, Oth and Dewi, in the snowy stableyards. He remembered Edward's complaints about such activities, but Rafe found his wife's skills fascinating. He didn't bother to ask where the alborium she used with such proficiency had come from, for he knew the answer would have really been no answer at all. He had absolutely no fear for her as she wielded her sword and a main gauche. She was to his eyes one hell of a fighter and certainly far better than he had ever been with weapons. Fortunately this knowledge did not disturb him at all. Edward, of course, had been less certain of himself, and Rhonwyn's nontraditional skills had been a great source of irritation to him despite his fondness for her. I am the better husband for Rhonwyn, Rafe thought.
The winter slowly disappeared, and there was a great deal of new life at Ardley. The ewe sheep had lambed well, and there were a goodly number of his cows who had calved. The offspring dotted the green hillsides. As the spring progressed the fields were plowed and the seed distributed for planting. Rhonwyn actually found herself busy with housewifely duties such as airing the featherbeds and picking violets to candy. They rode together and hunted rabbits. One day Glynn appeared in the brown robes of a Benedictine to tell them he had indeed joined the order at Shrewsbury Abbey, and while it would be a year or more before he took his final vows, he was happy.
'And your music, little brother? What of your music?' Rhonwyn asked him. 'Are you allowed to sing and play?'
'Aye,' he replied with a smile. 'And the music I make now is to God's glory. It is the very best I have ever done!' Reaching out, he took his sister's hand in his. 'You are happy, Rhonwyn. Really happy, and I am glad to see it.'
'I love him,' she said simply.
'He loves you,' Glynn responded, 'and that is another cause for my happiness. Now, I expect nephews and nieces in good order, sister.'
She laughed. 'If you do not get them it shall not be from want of trying on our part.' Then she grew more serious. 'You have not just come for the reasons you gave, brother. What is the truth?'
'Our kith and kin in Wales are causing difficulties once again, sister. We hear things more often in the abbey than outsiders would. Tad, it is said, attempts to wriggle out of his oaths to King Edward. Tad's enemies seek to unseat him, but this time they may have English aid in their endeavors. There are many who seek the king's favor and will do whatever they must to gain it. You are Llywelyn ap Gruffydd's daughter, and therefore you are vulnerable. Once the king has solidified his position he will turn an eye to Wales and the problems our father is causing. If I am recalled, I will be considered little threat in my abbey, but you, sister, may find yourself a pawn in this matter.'
'How so, Glynn?' Rafe de Beaulieu asked his brother-in-law.
'It is not the English you need fear,' Glynn answered. 'Rhonwyn is your wife, and they will expect you to keep her in order.' He smiled at them both, and there was a twinkle in his eye. 'Not knowing my sister, of course. It is our Welsh brethren who could prove dangerous. Pray God you have no children right now. Tad's enemies will do whatever they must to harm him. Be vigilant.'
Rafe nodded. 'What of Oth and Dewi?' he asked Glynn.
'They are loyal to my sister and therefore to you as well.'
'Even against their Welsh brothers?' Rafe said.
'We are their family first,' Glynn responded. 'They would not betray us to Tad's enemies.'
'We will be watchful,' Rafe assured Glynn, 'and I thank you for your warning.'
'When will I see you again?' Rhonwyn asked her brother.
'When you come to Shrewsbury, sister,' he told her. 'The abbot allowed me to come to Ardley only because he knows the truth of my identity and understood the seriousness of the situation.'
'Now you see what marrying ap Gruffydd's daughter has gained you,' Rhonwyn teased her husband later that night as they lay abed.
He took up a lock of her golden hair and kissed it. 'Aye,' he drawled softly. 'You are a dangerous woman, wife.'
'Our connection makes your position potentially hazardous, Rafe,' she said seriously. 'The Welsh are fierce fighters, and you know what is said of them. That they pray on their knees and their neighbors. I would not want to see Ardley destroyed because of me or my father.'
'You worry too much,' he told her, and let his fingers caress the nape of her neck. 'Do not fret, dearling. I will protect you.'
'Hah! I may very well have to protect you,' she laughed, and he chuckled at her sly observation, not in the least offended.
'If it comes to that, I will welcome your fighting skills, wife, but for now it is your
'Devil,' she murmured when he finally took his mouth from hers. She twisted her body subtly, rubbing against him teasingly.
'Witch!' he returned, attempting to hold her still. But she was quicker than he was and squirmed from his grip, turning her body and steadying herself as she straddled his torso, her tempting little bottom facing him, revealing her sex to him with its little jewel that peeped from beneath the coral flesh. He groaned with pleasure as she leaned forward and took his manhood into her mouth. Bending, he offered her the same service, his tongue finding her sensitivity and working her fiercely until she cried out, releasing his aching member that now longed to bury itself within her.
'Oh, Rafe!' she sighed as she rolled herself onto her back and held out her arms to him.
Sliding between her legs, he entered her hot wet love channel, filling her completely, and then he lay still for a moment atop her. Her breasts were soft beneath his chest. Her torso was silken. He could feel her fingers tangling in his dark hair, kneading at his scalp with her anticipation. Raising himself slightly on one hand, he pushed a finger into her mouth, and she sucked at it so hard he thought she would swallow it. He withdrew slightly, and then thrust hard into her again, and she whimpered with her desire. How often in the months since she had given herself to him had she controlled their passion with her wonderful and varied sexual games? Tonight, however, he wanted to be in charge. Pushing himself up, he sat upon her thighs, his throbbing member deep within her body.
'I am not ready,' he said softly, his hands reaching out to fondle her sweet round breasts.
'You are as hard as rock within me!' she half sobbed.
'Aye, and I would remain that way for now. Was your master, the caliph, always in such a hurry, wife?' He moved subtly on her. 'Old men are frequently in haste lest they lose their ardor.' He gently squeezed the soft twin mounds.
'He… c-complained as do y-you. Oh, God, I want it!' she cried desperately.
He reached out and took her little jewel between his thumb and his forefinger, pinching the sensitive flesh until
