Willow had sometimes thought what it would be like making love with her husband when she married. Her mum had spoken openly with her daughters about the intimate duties of a wife, not wanting any of them ignorant of what they would face or what was expected of them. But never did she imagine how much she would look forward to consummating her vows. But then Slatter had given her a taste of the pleasure that could be shared between a man and a woman, more so between the two of them.

His hands began to explore her body and she responded to his every touch, his every kiss, some more so than others. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped from her lips when his mouth settled at her breast, teasing her nipple hard, and sending a pleasurable tremble through her that had her thinking she would climax there and then.

She gave him a little shove and he looked up at her with concern.

“I want to touch as well,” she said a bit breathless and shoved him on his back, though he fell willingly.

“Touch all you want, wife. I belong to you and only you.”

“Now and forever,” she said with a smile and kissed him as her hands caressed his chest.

Her lips soon followed where her hands had touched and she couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste of him. His flavor was warm, potent, and intoxicating and she was soon lost in exploring him.

Slatter had known since that time he had brought her to climax in the pit that there was a passion in his wife waiting to be freed, but he had thought it might take time to fully free it. He was wrong. It had taken no time at all.

He stifled the gasp that rose in his throat as her hand drifted down along his mid-section getting closer and closer to his manhood that was already screeching for him to slip into her. And the way she feasted on his nipples didn’t help any, though he damn sure enjoyed it. Enjoyed it more than ever since he knew it was love that made her desire him and that made all the difference to him.

He almost jolted off the bed when her hand took hold of his manhood and began to caress it. He closed his eyes and got lost in her innocent playfulness until she began to instinctively tug on it.

His hands went to her waste and he gently flipped her on her back, covering her body with his. “Enough, wife, or this will be over far too soon.”

She smiled. “But then we get to do it again and again and again.”

He laughed softly. “As many times as you want, mo ghaol.”

She rested her hand to his cheek. “I want you, husband, always.”

All the intimate touches that had ever stirred him couldn’t compare to how her words fired his passion.

“Love me. Love me now and seal our vows and bind us together forever,” she whispered and faintly brushed her lips across his.