She gasped when he ripped her shift off her, sending gooseflesh running over her entire naked body and an endless throb between her legs.

Tarass scooped her up and dropped her on the bed, then yanked his garments off and fell down over her, planting his hands on either side of her head to support his body so that his chest faintly brushed hers.

“The whole time you were gone from me I couldn’t get you out of my head,” he whispered.

His breath fanned her lips in a whisper of a kiss, sending gooseflesh rushing over her.

“I thought of you in my bed and what I would do to you.” He faintly touched his lips to hers. “Not just for a few minutes or an hour, but for the whole night. How I would explore your body with my hands and lips, discover your most sensitive spots, responsive spots, familiarize myself with every inch of you… and make you mine.” He brushed his lips back and forth slowly over hers. “You belong to me, wife, now and forever.”

How was it that this man continued to steal her heart over and over again? He could be maddening, stubborn, demanding, commanding, and still she loved him.

“And you belong to me, husband, now and forever,” she whispered and faintly touched her lips to his.

“Our vows and consummation may officially bind us, but the words we just exchanged bind our hearts and souls,” he said.

When his lips came down on hers, Snow rushed her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Since going blind, she hadn’t thought a man would ever love her, let alone find a man who would want to wed her, and here she was in the arms of a husband who not only had wanted to marry her, but made his love known.

Tarass pulled his mouth away from hers, not that he wanted to. “You make it difficult to go slow.”

“Then don’t,” she said and eased her legs apart. “I am eager to feel you inside me.”

“Good Lord, wife, you’re going to have me spill my seed before I get inside you,” he said, his manhood aching so badly he feared his words would prove true.

Snow grabbed his cheeks with her hands, keeping her eyes focused on the gray blur in front of her. “No, you mustn’t do that. Your seed belongs in me where it will flourish and grow a bairn made of our love.”

He rested his brow on hers. “You fire my passion with words alone.”

“Then slip inside me and love me.”

“I want to, but I also want to touch and kiss every inch you.”

“We have all night and morning,” she whispered with a smile.

He smiled himself, then realized she couldn’t see it and gave a soft chuckle. “You are wicked, wife.”

“I know nothing about being wicked in bed, but you could teach me.”