Page 28 of An Enchanted Knight

“Did you love her?”

He didn’t pretend not to know whom she referred to. “Mairéad was a fine woman… she was a friend. But no, I don’t believe I loved her.”

“Were you able to know how your children fared?”

Tristan stood and walked to the fireplace, his back to her. “Can we talk about something else? I don’t believe my children’s fate matters at this point.”

Touchy subject.

Gwen cleared her throat and continued. “Did you ever see a young girl... lass in the forest, in distress?”

He turned, frowning, head cocked to the side. “How did ye know about that?”

Her stomach plummeted. “I had a vision of someone chasing a small girl in the woods.”

For a long moment, he was silent. “My sister Mairi. She was killed. We found her body in the woods near here. We never knew who did it. Did ye see who it was that chased her?” He looked at her with expectation.

Although his explanation settled her, she felt bad for bringing it up and not giving him any answers. “No. But I can try, perhaps later. I don’t think it’s important at this moment.

“Tristan, I believe my spell as it stands is a good start, but I need to fetch my spell book to do further research. I am going to leave Scotland for a few days.”

His eyes went wide, terrified. Gwen watched him fight to school his features into a neutral expression. “When are you leaving? Is it absolutely necessary?” He’d moved toward her, stopping only when she took his hand.

He needed to be reassured. Gwen stood and wrapped her arms around him. He allowed her to hold him, and bent to lay his cheek on top of her head.

“Don’t go.” The words were so soft, she wasn’t sure he’d uttered them.

“I must, Tristan. I am so close to finding the correct words, but I’m missing something, I have to get my book.”

“It’s becoming harder for me to come. But I will find a way to be here when you return.” He pulled back to allow her to look at his face. Any sign of vulnerability was gone. The self-assured man stood before her.

She reached around his neck and pulled him down to her. Their lips collided with force, passion that only two people who were meant to be together could evoke. His mouth feasted on hers, while his hands made haste in removing her garments.

Not able to stand the barrier of clothing between them, Gwen began to pull at his, as well. She pushed him back on the bed, startling him, but he quickly recovered and held his arms up to her, an enticing invitation to be sure.

Instead of lying down, she knelt and took his shoes off. After pulling his breeches off, she massaged his thighs enjoying the view of his parted legs. Tristan hissed when she began to lick his inner thighs. His cock twitched back and forth, begging for her touch, but she resisted, instead she cupped his sack and licked the soft flesh. His moan told her he enjoyed her attentions.

Finally, she gave him what he wanted and took him fully in her mouth. Using her hand to cover the base, she allowed her lips to slide up and down his long, swollen member. Tristan bucked into her mouth, and she let him pump, sliding in and out between her lips, until he began losing control. She squeezed his sack, and he lost total control. With a loud growl, he came.

She waited until he finished trembling, and she slowly slid him out of her mouth. Panting, she slid up his body, her aching center needing his touch.

Not a man to allow her to do all the work, he flipped her on her back and kissed her until she was breathless and begging for him to coax her over the edge. He slid two fingers inside her, while his thumb played havoc with her swollen center. Gwen pushed against his hand. He seemed to time it perfectly and just as she was about to come, he’d stop his movements smiling wickedly at her.

“Damn it Tristan, don’t stop,” Gwen cried, on the verge of actual tears.

When his revived shaft slipped into her, she kicked and screamed as thousands of stars exploded behind her eyelids. He waited for her to settle and then began to coax her into another climb, with him this time. The frantic sounds of their lovemaking reached fevered heights as both took turns slamming into each other, first him, then she flipped him and rode him until almost collapsing. At which point, he rolled her back over and pulling her legs up over his shoulders, he carried them over the crest, sending them both screaming into orgasm.

Fully sated seemed to barely describe how she felt as she studied the man lying next to her with his arm behind his head and his other hand holding hers. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was as good in bed before he’d had hundreds of years to practice. She sat up at the thought.

“Are there women in the alter-world?”

He gave her a puzzled look. “No, there are no other humans. Why?”

She blushed, but ignored her reaction to feeling jealous at the thought that he had lovers in the alter-world. “What do you guys do for sexual release?”

Tristan’s lips curved, amused. “We are forced to take care of ourselves for the most part. Until I met you, I couldn’t remain here long enough to do much more than perhaps steal a kiss.”

“Wow, and I thought I went a long time between lovers,” Gwen replied. Her comment was greeted by a low growl and dark expression.