He did kiss her again and then heeding her words, he began to move inside her. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. He pushed slowly at first, but when she began tilting her own hips, meeting each of his downward thrusts as she brought herself up, it seemed he gave in to the moment completely. He whispered in her ear as he drove inside her—burying himself again and again, deeper and deeper as she clutched his shoulders and held him to her with her heels.

She cried his name again and again as her body became feverish and taut once more. “I’ve got you, love. Just hold on to me. Ah, Gwen—” He thrust one final time, holding her tight, his breaths ragged against her neck as his body shook uncontrollably atop hers.

She held him tight, never had she imagined making love would feel like this. She was suddenly overcome with emotion.

“Am I hurting you, Gwen?” Greylen lifted his head and asked. He must have felt her shake, then realized her entire body was trembling. He shifted his weight, swearing under his breath as he looked down. Tears spilled down her face. “Ah, Gwen, I did.” He cursed again, gently separating their bodies before pulling her against his chest. Then he held her as she cried.

“I’m so sorry, Gwen. I never meant to hurt you, love. I won’t touch you again. I—”

“What?” She was on her knees in a second. “You won’t touch me again? Then you…”

She pointed her finger at him, and her husband grinned, his eyes gleamed brightly like he was calculating a tactical defense.

“…might as well pick up your frigging sword and march back into battle, you sorry—” Gwen shrieked as Greylen grabbed at her with both hands. She laughed as he wrestled her beneath him. Then he kissed her laughter away and held his head just above hers.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you, Gwen?” he whispered in the darkness.

“Yes, Greylen, I’m sure.”

“What made you cry, love?” he asked, kissing the corners of her mouth.

“It’s a girl thing.”

“Would you be willing to share?”

“Not on your life,” she cried, shaking her head.

“Then I can touch you again?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

“And I can stay right here? Even if I crush you?”

“Oh, Greylen…you crush me so good I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.”

“God, you’re amazing,” he whispered.

He smiled, and she returned it. She ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed her face against his, feeling like it was the single most enjoyable thing in the world to her right now. And in that moment, she’d never felt closer to anyone. There was something in his eyes that said he felt the same. Then he confirmed it.

“I love you, Gwen.”

“I love you, too, Greylen.”

Chapter 15