Tarass grabbed a stool by the fireplace and placed it in front of Snow’s chair, right between her legs, making sure not to disturb her injured leg, then pulled off the blanket he had tucked around her. He settled his hands on either side of her backside and gave her a quick kiss.

“I’m near ready to come, husband,” she whispered so excited she could hardly contain herself as he eased her forward in the chair.

“You fire my passion with words alone,” he said and brought her backside to rest on the very edge of the chair.

“And touch,” she whispered ever so softly as her hand found his manhood and guided it between her legs, brushing the tip over that tender spot her husband loved to tease.

She groaned softly.

Tarass wished they could linger in play longer, but they had no time. He brushed her hand off him and eased himself into her.

Between the strength of his hands and body, Snow didn’t have to do anything but enjoy every thrust of his manhood penetrating her deeper and harder, over and over and over… until,

“Tarass,” she whimpered in need.

“Let go,” he ordered and she did, and he joined her.

Their low groans mingled as ripples of sheer pleasure raced through them, and they both shuddered simultaneously when the last ripple faded away.

“I want to stay inside you, grow hard again, and bring us both to pleasure again,” he whispered.

“Later. Promise me you’ll do that later,” she said and kissed him gently.

“You have my word,” he said and sealed his promise with a strong kiss.

Tarass barely had her settled in the chair, the blanket once again wrapped around her when Thaw started barking. He reluctantly went to the door, silently cursing, intending to see this done and finished once and for all.

Nettle entered with Thaw.

The pup rushed to Snow’s side and after receiving his usual attention settled by her feet to sleep.

Nettle, seeing Snow’s flushed cheeks, smiled, though made no mention of what she realized had gone on in her absence.

“I have a nice hot brew for you and some bread and cheese,” Nettle said, placing it on the small chest next to the chair where Snow sat. “Runa will be here soon.”

It was only a few minutes later that Runa arrived and looked over Snow’s injury.

“A bruise that will heal well enough with a royal fern poultice and not staying long on your feet for a day or two,” Runa said. “Come with me, Nettle, and I’ll show you how to prepare one.”

Nettle looked to Tarass for permission and he gave it with a nod. “Send Rannock to me, Nettle.”

“Eat,” he ordered his wife when he saw she hadn’t touched the food Nettle had brought her.

“I’m not feeling hungry,” Snow said, too anxious to hear what Lord Polwarth had to say.