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“Yes,” he hissed. This was what he wanted.
    Capturing her breasts with his hands, he began to fuck her. Short, hard jabs followed by long strokes. He varied them until he thought his head would explode. Alicia was whimpering beneath him, her inner muscles contracting tighter around his shaft with each stroke.
    Releasing one of her breasts, he slid his hand between her thighs and touched her. Her back bowed and she cried out. Her sheath clamped around him so hard he couldn’t move for several seconds, trapped in her sweet embrace. Her heat flooded him and he pumped his hips hard, short, deep thrusts that finally pushed him over the edge.
    His cock jerked as he filled her with his seed. Her cunt milked him dry, pulling every last drop of him into her. Alicia collapsed onto the mattress and he followed her, his large body covering her much smaller one. He shifted to the side to keep from crushing her, but he didn’t withdraw from her silken depths. He wanted to stay there as long as possible.
    He must have dozed because the next thing he knew Alicia was shivering beneath him. The room seemed much cooler now. Forcing himself to move, he sat up and lifted his wife, pulling the covers out from under them and settling her beneath them.
    He sighed as he pulled her into the curve of his shoulder. She rested her head against his heart and draped a silky thigh across his much larger and hairy one. Her hand rested on his scarred chest, her voice but a whisper when she spoke. “I love you, Reys of Hawkspoint. Welcome home.”
    He tightened his arms around her, unable to speak. When he knew she was finally asleep, Reys closed his eyes and wept.
     
    It was the heat that woke her. Alicia started to push back the covers only to find she couldn’t. She was held captive by a pair of strong male arms. Alarm shot through her, quickly followed by the memories of the night before. Reys. It was Reys in bed holding her, warming her. She tilted her head back and opened her eyes. Even asleep, the lines on his face were evident. His scars, a testament to the horror he’d survived. His hair was slightly longer too, falling to below his shoulders. On some men it would have made them appear older. But not Reys. Even injured, he looked as handsome as ever to her.
    His fingers began to play along the curve of her spine, drifting up and down. She sighed and arched into his touch. “Have you been awake long?” The low rumble of his voice made her toes curl.
    “Not long.” He opened his eyes and she was captured in their blue gaze.
    “I thought it was naught but a dream until I woke to find an angel snuggled in my arms.” He kissed the top of her head, his fingers not stopping their rhythm as they stroked her back.
    His touch was making her skin tingle and not just on her back. “It wasn’t a dream. You’re home now.”
    “Home.” There was a wealth of emotion in that one word.
    She cupped his jaw, the thick stubble scratching her skin. Leaning up, she placed a kiss on his cheek. He turned his head, capturing her lips. There was no rush this time, no sense of urgency. He lifted her leg over his thigh and slid into her. She was wet and ready. Staring at her husband’s face, she held on to his broad shoulders as he rocked them to completion.
    Resting in his arms, she heard the sounds of the castle stirring for the day. Sun was shining in through the window, brightening the room. “William will be along soon,” she warned. “He will not wait much longer.”
    Reys chuckled. The sound was rusty, not the loud, lusty laugh she was accustomed to. Still, it warmed her heart.
    Rolling out of bed, he padded to the hearth. Crouching down, he stoked the embers, adding several more pieces of wood until there was a cheery blaze. Alicia sat up in bed with the covers tucked around her, admiring the play of muscles in his back. Scars marred his flesh, but that did not detract from the strength of the man, only added to it.
    He grabbed the pitcher of water