With his tenacious gait, Willow instinctively went to back up, but stopped, smiled, and hurried at her husband.

Slatter caught her up in his arms, swinging her up, and planting her firmly against him. “I had all thoughts to take our time, be playful, enjoy each other for a while… no more. You’ve got me too worked up for that.”

Willow giggled. She loved that she could make him want her without even knowing that she did. It was empowering and fun.

He dropped her on the bed and when she went to turn on her back, he turned her over and pulled her up on her hands and knees. “I’m going to give you a good pounding.”

She wiggled her naked bottom back and forth at him. “Promises. Promises.”

He slapped her backside playfully. “Careful, wife, or you’ll get more than you bargained for.”

Or would she? she thought playfully.

She gasped again when his hands grabbed her backside firmly and she gasped again when he entered her with one swift plunge. After that she did nothing but moan and probably far too loudly, but she didn’t care. It felt far too good for her to care about anything but the way her husband pounded away as he had promised he would.

“You’ll wake the dead with those moans,” he cautioned with a laugh, loving that he was bringing her that much pleasure not to mention how much he was enjoying it.

“It’s all your doing,” she cried out, “and I can’t wait much longer.”

He felt the same. He was surprised he had lasted for the short time he did, that’s how much his passion had flared watching her.

He gripped her backside harder and drove into her in rapid succession and that was it… they both climaxed together. Slatter did his best not to roar the roof off the keep, Willow not so much.

She let out a scream that Slatter was sure would tremble the dead.

And knowing his wife, he didn’t stop pounding her until he felt her release again and shudder with a final moan.

He dropped on the bed beside her and she rolled over to lie against him, his arm going around her. They lay in silence, wrapped in the pleasure and satisfaction of the moment.

Willow was always amazed how making love with her husband grew more and more enjoyable. And how she simply could not get enough of him.

“You please me beyond pleasure, husband,” she said when her breathing had calmed.

“And I will please you like that for the rest of our days.”

“Then life will be far better than I ever imagined.”

“Aye, that it will be,” he agreed, having never imagined himself that life could be so good. “Now rest. We must leave in a few hours and return before dawn.”

“But we must make a plan. We failed to make a plan to catch Sterling and now look at the problem he’s caused.”

“That was before we knew it was Sterling and we had much going on with Rhodes chasing after us, and my grandmother’s attack.”