The Sunne In Splendour by Sharon Kay Penman

Author:Sharon Kay Penman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Sharon Kay Penman
Published: 2010-04-14T09:32:59+00:00

months ago had it not been for him and his accursed lust for lands not his." "Let's not talk of George. Whenever I do, I find myself thinking of the arguments to be made for murder!" He brushed her hair back from her throat, explored it with his mouth until she shivered with pleasure and George was forgotten. "Be you sure, sweetheart, that you do want Johnny here with us? I don't want to be unfair to you. ..." She nodded, and when he kissed her again, she returned his embrace so wholeheartedly that she only belatedly became aware that her hair was trailing in the bath water. "Oh, love, look at me! I'm soaked!" She gazed ruefully at the dripping strands, the water stains darkening the bodice of her gown, but made no protest when he drew her to him again. By now they both were laughing, but when she lost the soap again, the hunt for it took on such interesting dimensions that amusement was not long in giving way to urgency. In the first weeks of their marriage, Anne had been shy in their lovemaking. She still found it easier to show her passion in the soft intimacy of darkness, within the quiet and curtained privacy of their marriage bed. Now it was midday, the chamber was bright with summer sun, and the trestle tables were already being set up in the great hall, chafing dishes and trencher plates being taken from the cupboard. But Richard had been gone for fully a month, the first time that they'd been apart since their marriage, and their lovemaking had, of necessity, been limited during the last stages of her pregnancy. "Tell me again how much you missed me," she murmured, and laughed when he said, "I'd rather show you." He was kissing her throat again, and she tilted her head back so that his mouth could wander at will, sliding her hands up his chest, delighting in the touch of warm wet skin, the fragrance of costmary, the sudden huskiness in his voice as he said her name. "Why don't you," she suggested softly, "hurry and bathe?" He played with the wet hair that fell forward across her breast, pulled the damp silk down still farther to caress the soft curve thus exposed. "I've a better thought than that. Why don't you join me?" He saw her eyes widen. She blushed, looking both uncertain and intrigued. He laughed, loving her for that, for blushing, and for what she was doing now, reaching around behind her to untie the lacings of her gown. "Here," he said. "Let me help." "I thought," she said, "you'd never ask!"

LONDON November 1474 .LOR hours, the wind had been rising on the river, and shortly before noon, the sky began to darken. Rain was pelting the windowpanes, in sharp staccato bursts quite unlike the usual lulling rhythm of falling rain. Sleet as sure as Adam's Sin, Will Hastings thought, and smiled; there were few comforts

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