Sue-Ellen Welfonder by Until the Knight Comes

Author:Until the Knight Comes [Comes, Until the Knight]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

The night was too still.

The shadows creeping across Kintail, too well-hung with swords and daggers to be ignored. Even by those who slept so deeply as the well-sated Keeper of Cuidrach, his dreams alive with the succulence of moon-silvered thighs—warm, sleek, and silky. Long, deep kisses, endless and slaking.

Tongue kisses.

Soft, slow, and full of breath.

Scorching kisses, each one more intimate than the last. His need to taste and savor, all-consuming; the wetness between her thighs, an irresistible beckoning, urging him to plunge ever deeper, to claim and possess.

Exquisite thrusts, languid and sweeter than any he’d ever known.

Delicious dreams, heady and intoxicating.

Quicksilver swirls of glory, his minx writhing beneath him, her lush curves clad in naught but the silken spill of her hair, the rapture of her sighs.

Even so, an edge of iciness cut through the languorous warmth of his dream, its black chill sliding ever deeper into Kenneth’s contentment, shattering his bliss.

Squeezing everything inside him until his eyes snapped open.

Thick silence rushed him at once, its suffocating presence filling the darkened bedchamber and chilling his blood before he could even blink away the dredges of sleep.

He peered about the room, his senses coming alert as he searched the shadows, but found only emptiness. An odd frozen-in-time quality that brought a worse dread than if all his demons had suddenly escaped from the hither side to manifest before his disbelieving gaze.

Swallowing hard, he sat up in the curtained bed and rubbed his eyes. Tense and breathless, the unquiet grew as he tilted his head to listen and heard… nothing.

Only the beating of his own heart. The deep hush where night sounds should have flourished.

She lay motionless, lost in the soundness of sleep, her soft warm curves still cushioning him, her sweet feminine heat a temptation against his thigh.

The taste of her yet lingered on his tongue, conjuring images of last night, heated memories that stirred him. But they stunned him, too, because the contentment he’d found just holding her as she’d slept had satisfied him almost as much as when they’d lain together in hottest passion.

Perhaps even more so.

He glanced at her, his gaze skimming over her full, round breasts. They gleamed in the dim light of the moon, teasing and tempting him in their nakedness, the lush swells begging attention. Even now in this strange moment and after a full night of vigorous lovemaking.

Nay, not quite a full night, the darkness minded.

As did the unnatural calm.

Nothing stirred at all—as a quick glance at the open shutters confirmed.

Indeed, it looked a clear and windless night. Not anywhere near the morn, and with a few stars yet winking in the frosty sky. And with each long-stretching moment, Kenneth came more awake.

More sharply aware of the silence—the prickling at his nape.

There could be only one reason for the quiet, the chills slithering up and down his spine.

He’d guessed wrong.

They hadn’t till sunrise.

The Bastard of Drumodyn’s men were upon them now. This very hour when the Devil looked after his own and the night was at its darkest.

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