A Memory of Love

'Will understand perfectly,' Rafe said softly, kissing her, his lean body pinioning her down.

'Thank God we have no priest here,' she said. 'Oh!' His fingers had found what they sought and began to tease at her sensitive flesh. 'Rafe! We can't! Not here! Oh!' Holy Mary, this was so damnably exciting and dangerous. What if they were discovered?

' 'Tis our house, and we are the master and the mistress here,' he said, divining her thoughts with accuracy. She was, he knew, despite her protests, enjoying every minute of their liaison, for she was already creamy with her love juices. He pushed her skirts above her waist and in a single smooth motion entered her body.

' Tis wicked!' she avowed, but faintly. Oh, God, he felt so good inside of her! With a deep sigh she let herself be carried away, her emerald eyes closing slowly in blissful anticipation of what was to come next. 'Oh, Rafe!' Her arms tightened about him.

He grinned down at her. She was a wicked Welsh hussy, and he adored her with every fiber of his being. 'Vixen,' he said softly, his buttocks contracting and releasing as he pleasured them both.

'Devil,' she murmured back, wrapping her legs about him so he might delve deeper into her eager flesh.

He could feel her body quivering as she reached the pinnacle of satisfaction, and as she shuddered over and over again with her release, he loosed his own passions with a gusty sigh. After several minutes he rolled away from her, drawing her skirts down as he pulled his tunic into a semblance of neatness.

'That was deliciously wicked and depraved,' she said happily. Her eyes were still closed, savoring the remaining bits and pieces of their pleasure before it faded away entirely. 'But we couldn't possibly do that at Cythraul, husband.'

'Before we go,' he promised her, 'I shall showyou what we can do at Cythraul, or anywhere else, for that matter, wife.' Then rising to his feet, he drew her up. 'Come on, my love, and let us find our bed now. I've plenty of energy yet left for you, and you won't have to fret about the servants. I saw how your concern prevented you from fully enjoying our little interlude, Rhonwyn.'

She laughed, unable to contain herself. 'You are a devil, Rafe de Beaulieu.'

The following morning Oth was dispatched to find Prince Llywelyn.

'Tell him what has happened and that I will meet him at Cythraul. This threat must be contained immediately, and the lady Katherine rescued. He will argue with you, of course, and say that having little love for Edward de Beaulieu, he does not care what happens to his wife. Then you will tell him that I am begging this boon of him, for the lady Katherine is my husband's sister, and I love her right well. Niggle at him until he yields, Oth. You know him as I do.'

'He'll come,' Oth said. Then he added, 'Send Dewi into Cythraul first to make certain that it is still your tad's and has not been taken over by strangers or enemies, lady.'

' 'Tis good advice. I will follow it,' Rhonwyn told him. 'I do not believe Tad would allow Cythraul out of his control, but if the worst has happened, we will wait for you by the ruin on the river near Cythraul, said to belong to the Fair Folk. I will be safe there for my mam's sake, I know. Now go, Oth, and God watch over you.'

He kissed her hand and was gone from the hall.

Rhonwyn and Rafe spent the day as if nothing were amiss, each going about their duties. Browne, the steward, and Peterman, the bailiff, were both called into the hall so that Rafe might explain the situation to them.

'I will send word when we are to return,' he assured his servants.

Rhonwyn told Enit of the venture. 'You cannot come with me,' she said. 'I need you here to be certain Justin is well cared for in my absence. Bess is a good nurse to him, but sometimes she is ab-sentminded. Watch her carefully, and see my son is safe. Do not allow the child or his nurse from the house except into the gardens with men-at-arms guarding them,' she instructed both Enit and Browne. 'If those holding Lady Katherine should learn of their mistake while I am gone, Justin could be in danger. Allow no stranger into the house, even a religious.'

They nodded.

'With luck and Prince Llywelyn's aid, we shall not be gone for too long a time and will return in triumph with Kate,' Rafe said.

'Amen, my lord!' Browne said fervently.

Rafe and Rhonwyn would take little but the clothing they wore and their weapons. They ate their evening meal early, and as they wanted to start just before dawn, they departed the hall almost immediately after eating. As they reached the landing of the second floor, Rafe pulled his wife aside and pushed her against the stone wall of the corridor.

'Fondle me,' he growled in her ear, licking it and the side of her face. 'I promised you I would show you that a man can take and give pleasure in almost any setting.' Then he groaned as her hands pushed through the fabric of his garments and began to stroke and play amid the badges of his sex. 'Ah, witch!' he groaned as her skillful toying had the desired result. His hands were beneath her skirts in a trice, cupping her buttocks and raising her up to impale her upon his manhood. 'Ah!' he sighed as he entered her wet, hot sheath. 'You are always ready for me, wife, and how I love you for it!'

She gave herself over to the passion of the moment, and when they were both most thoroughly sated they stumbled to their bedchamber, where Enit was awaiting them in the solar with a large bath ready and steaming.

'Wonderful!' Rhonwyn enthused. 'We shall not see such luxury for many a day, my lord. We must take advantage of it while we may.' She began to pull her garments off, as did he.

Enit, not in the least disturbed, picked up the clothing as it was tossed, clucking and scolding them both at their haste.

'We'll wash each other, Enit,' Rhonwyn said, and taking up the boar's-bristle brush, she began to scrub her husband's back vigorously.

'Then I'll take these wretched garments you have both worn to death to the laundress,' Enit said.

'Take your time,' Rafe called to her as the door shut.

They heard Enit laugh as she hurried down the stairs.

'How long do you think we have?' he asked Rhonwyn.

'At least half an hour,' she chuckled.

'Good!' He turned and cupped her full breasts in his two big hands. 'Ah, I love these sweet fruits,' he purred in her ear as he fondled them gently. He pressed his body against her suggestively. 'I'm as randy as a billy goat tonight, wife,' he warned.

She wiggled her bottom into his groin. 'Then we shall be randy together, Rafe, my husband. The tiny interlude in the hallway was but a taste of what I want from you tonight. Oh, yes!'

'So you like that,' he whispered in her ear as he rubbed his stiffening lance between the twin moons of her bottom.

'Ummmm,' she answered him. 'You are so quickly roused, husband.'

'Because you are so damnably tempting, wife,' he responded.

She turned about and kissed him slowly. 'What a nice compliment, husband,' she purred. Then she began licking his face and throat with broad, hot sweeps of her little tongue. 'You are salty,' she said.

'You are sweet,' he countered, his tongue licking at her face, her chest, and, after he lifted her slightly, her full breasts.

They coupled once again, the water sloshing about them as their passion rose. When they had pleasured each other, they washed and exited the tub, Rhonwyn shaking her head at the puddles.

'Thank heavens the floor is stone,' she remarked as she first dried him with a rough cloth, and then herself. 'What will Enit think?'

'That her master and her mistress were as randy as two billy goats tonight,' he chuckled, and took her hand. 'Come, wife, to bed with you lest we both catch a chill. We are off on serious business come the morrow. Pray God my sister is yet safe.'

'She will be safe, Rafe,' Rhonwyn assured him. 'Even if they learned she was not ap Gruffydd's child, they will ransom her to Edward. The Welsh have been called many things by you English, but never have we been called foolish. We know how to make a groat. Kate will be safe.'

They climbed naked into their bed, and he cradled her in his arms. 'I trust you, wife,' he told her.