Feeling him inside her, she cried out in reprieve, but it was not enough, and she craved more from him. She craved to be filled by him. Another finger slid into her aching heat, followed by another, creating the fullness she craved and the pressure inside her had her toes curling.
He kissed her neck and suckled at her breast as he stroked her and pumped his fingers in and out. Mary felt a wild abandon begin to build inside her as she began to teeter on the precipice of ecstasy.
Leith pulled out of her and slid between her legs. Kissing her, he cocked her hip up to put her right leg on his back as he positioned himself and teased her with the tip. Mary pressed her pelvis up and Leith grinned. She felt him breach her and then with one move, slid into the wetness of her heat.
He moved slowly, taking time to let her feel every inch, every slide, ever scintillating sensation that their joining gave them. Leith caressed her body, nibbled on her skin, and filled every part of her with pleasure. Her eyes never left his and his slow strokes inside her body. She cupped his jaw and brought him down for a kiss.
This was not just mere joining for the sake of slaking lust; he was showing how he loved her with his whole body. Her hands slid down his side as both of her legs wrapped around his hips. She could feel every inch of his swollen member and relished the sublime stretch and fullness he gave her.
Leith kissed her and buried his face in her neck as his tempo grew faster. He withdrew then plunged in to the hilt with hard snaps of his hips. Mary’s mind soared with pleasure as her arms wrapped around his neck.
Their breathing grew rapid and heavy. Mary was chasing the ecstasy building up inside her. She could feel his heart hammered against his chest just as she was sure he could feel hers. The tempo between them grew fevered. Her vision began to blur, so she clenched her eyes and the fire in her belly blazed to an inferno, consuming all of her.
Leith buried himself completely as they cried out in unison. She felt him pulse deep inside her as she clenched around him. His mouth came down on hers, even as she came down from the golden high, be began to rock inside her slowly, dragging out her pleasure.
When her body finally went lax, he kissed her softly and pulled out to lay beside her. Instantly, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple, the same temple that she had hurt on her fall so many months ago.
“What would I do without ye,” Leith whispered in her ear. “Ye filled a hole in me life I never kent would be filled.”
Sighing, Mary placed her head under his chin and breathed in the musk of his skin, “I could say the same about you. You were everything I hope for in a husband.”
He kissed the top of her head, “Sleep, love, we have a long way ahead of us. All I ask is that ye be by me side through all of it.”
“You did not have to even ask,” Mary replied.
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Revelations Ackworth, England, 1522
“I’m what?!” Lady Marion Bewforest gasped, unable to believe her own ears.
“Ahem… Marion, dear, you are adopted, we’re not your real parents,” said the Earl of Ackworth, who was sitting at the breakfast table together with Marion and the Countess of Ackworth.
“But sweetheart, it does not mean that we love you any less! You are as loved as if you were our own flesh and blood,” said the Countess, trying to hold in sobs that were rising from her throat.
Marion couldn’t breathe. Her whole life, all 21 years to the day, had been a lie. She wasn’t what she thought she was. She wasn’t who she thought she was. Her head was spinning.
“Who are my parents, then? And if you love me as your own flesh and blood, why have you been lying to me my whole life?” Marion said, after being finally able to inhale again.
“We were only trying to protect you, dear. Your mother and I wanted to wait until your 21st birthday to tell you. Until you were old enough to understand,” the Earl said, resuming his breakfast.
“When you were but a few months old, our stable boy, William, found you in our barn wrapped in a blue tartan which was clearly Scottish fabric. That’s all we know, honey,” the Countess said with a little sob let out of her lips when she reached out her hand to touch Marion’s. Marion pulled her hand away.
“So, instead of being honest with me from the beginning, you chose to lie? How can you teach me about honesty, about sincerity and kindness, when you have knowingly told a lie?” Marion said slowly, as if she were picking each and every word carefully.
“Dear daughter—” started the Earl, but Marion interrupted.
“Clearly, I am not your daughter!” Marion said, her head spinning. “I want to go find them. I want to know why my parents abandoned me! And more than anything, since my entire life is based on nothing, I need to
