Page 13 of The Warrior’s Forbidden Virgin

His face tensed, and when at last he was buried inside her, he held her so fiercely, she could scarcely breathe.

“It…hurts a little,” she admitted. He kissed her tenderly, his mouth grazing her neck while he lifted her up a fraction. Withdrawing slightly, he eased her back down.

“You’re going to drive me mad,” he whispered hoarsely.

She pushed his shoulders back until he was lying flat. With their bodies still joined, she rose up, experimenting with the motion until she found a slow rhythm that felt good.

He endured the penetration, his eyes locked upon hers. “Faster,” he commanded.

Katherine obeyed, impaling herself upon his length until something hot and bold began to awaken within her. Her breathing shuddered, and then he moved his thumb upon the folded flesh above her entrance. “How does that feel?” he asked, gently nudging the hooded opening.

As he caressed it, she cried out, her voice growing pitched as she took him even deeper inside. “It makes me feel like…I need you more.” She rose up against him, and he stopped her movement.

“Stay there,” he ordered, and Katherine held herself halfway upon him. “Don’t move.” With his thumb, he stroked her again, a light pressure that stimulated her arousal even higher.

“And now?” he asked, deepening the touch until she burned for him. She was shivering so intensely, she could hardly bear it.

“Too much,” she moaned, and he backed off, changing the tempo until it was softer. She let him experiment, and something built up within her, a reckless need so strong that it overwhelmed her body.

He kept up his rhythm, urging her closer until her body seized up with the fierce release. She bucked against his erection, half sobbing as he surged deep inside.

Rolling her over, Ademar filled her, again and again. She crested the wave, meeting his strokes with her hips until another wave of ecstasy ripped through her. He drove inside a few more times, until a groan escaped him. Then he lay atop her, exhausted.

As she clasped him to her body, she kissed his cheeks, his face. Anywhere.

Still inside her, he touched his nose to hers. “I’m not very good at this.”

“I didn’t notice.” Her lips curved upward, though he could not see it in the darkness.

“I’ll need to practice more,” he teased. “Until I get it right.”

Heavens, she hoped so. “If you insist.”

Chapter Four

After their stolen night together, Katherine had enjoyed every moment. Ademar was insatiable. He’d made love to her several more times that night, and she’d welcomed his embrace, despite the soreness. The last position had been a delicious one, with him entering her from behind. He had raised her bottom, forcing her hips up to meet him while he’d penetrated her deeply. She had nearly screamed, the pleasure was so intense.

And now, she was naked in his arms while the sun came up. Katherine pressed a kiss on Ademar’s shoulder, daydreaming about him. They would finalize the betrothal, and there were places at Ardennes where they could steal away to be together before they married.

It startled her to realize that she hadn’t thought of Ewan at all. Perhaps it really had been infatuation instead of love. She’d been so humiliated at his rejection, she hadn’t been able to tell whether it was her pride or her heart that was hurting.

The sound of horses approaching caught her attention. Katherine raised the tent flap, and the sunlight pierced her vision. Through the grove of trees, she spied the glint of chain mail.

“Ademar,” she whispered, shaking him awake. She pointed toward the trees, and when his eyes adjusted, she saw the grim look upon his face.

He swore, reaching for his clothes. Katherine dressed quickly, fumbling with the garments and her veil until she was presentable. She packed up their belongings while Ademar went to discover what was happening.

When she reached his side, she paled. Over a dozen men were mounted with John of Ceredys. Two of the soldiers rode forward, their crossbows aimed at them.

Ademar took her hand and rested it upon his dagger grip. Meeting her gaze, he let her know without words that they would fight, if need be. “What do you want?” he demanded of John.

Lord Ceredys drew his horse closer, a smirk on his face. “Lady Katherine. I see we have interrupted your tryst.”

She flushed. “Leave us alone. My father ordered you to—”

“Your father’s commands mean nothing to me,” John said softly. Eyeing Ademar, he continued, “And because of your efforts, Lady Honora escaped.”

Ademar smiled, but Katherine saw the rage glittering in his eyes. She’d never seen the knight so furious.