Duncan lay still for quite a while, hardly paying attention to the hands working gently over his shoulders, under his arms, and across his chest. Instead, his attention was focused on the way her lower body shifted constantly against his as she worked, rubbing against him in a rhythmic manner. At first, he thought his innocent wife was unaware of the contact. But when she reached to work on his hair, her face moving closer to his, he noticed that she was nearly panting as she massaged the soap into his scalp. That had an even more interesting effect on him, making his manhood throb where it pressed flat against his belly, held there by her body as she rubbed it over him. Reaching out, he grabbed her breasts, his hands slipping against the sudsy skin as he caressed and kneaded them.

Iliana stilled at once, a groan slipping from her lips before she lowered them to seek out his, sighing happily when he began to kiss her wildly. Fingers knotting in his soapy hair, she pressed closer, the movement of her lower body becoming a bit frantic with the need surging in her. She was completely taken by surprise when he suddenly reached to the side, grabbed a bucket full of water, raised, then tipped it.

Gasping into his mouth, she shivered as the cold water cascaded over them. Then she clutched at his shoulders as he shifted abruptly in the tub and lifted her from him, raising her as he got to his feet.

Carrying her dripping wet across the room, Duncan dropped her upon the bed and came down on her, their bodies sliding across each other as he kissed her again. When he suddenly clasped her hand in his and drew it down to press it against his manhood, Iliana stilled, then tentatively closed her fingers, squeezing gently. His kisses immediately became slightly frantic, suggesting that she might be doing the right thing, so she moved her hand along his flesh still closed, like a sheath sliding off a sword.

Duncan froze at that, gasped into her mouth, then reached abruptly for her hand and tugged it above her head. Holding it there with one hand, he reached down and began to caress her. His fingers worked frantically, manipulating her into a fevered need until she arched against him, crying out against his lips. When she did that, he shifted suddenly and plunged inside her.

Iliana cried out in shock as a sharp, abrupt pain forced her eyes open. She stared into her husband’s eyes, confusion, shock, and pain flitting across her face, and Duncan groaned.

“’Tis the breachin’,” he gasped apologetically. “’Tis best done quick.”

Iliana nodded uncertainly and he sighed, his forehead dropping to rest on hers. “Tell me when the pain has passed.”

Iliana cleared her throat. “’Tis passed,” she murmured with a little embarrassment, and he raised his head, peering at her questioningly.

“Truly?”