Dream of Me/Believe in Me

contrary, after two long days of being without his touch, she was on fire for him, eager to experience again the delights he had shown her.
    She pulled at his tunic, trying to get it up over his head. When he obliged her, baring his powerful chest, she gave a sigh of pure pleasure and pressed her palms againsthim, feeling the crisp, tickling sensation of the dark hair that spanned the great distance between his flat, male nipples before tapering down in a thin line that vanished beneath his trousers.
    Her senses whirled as she refused to let herself think, or doubt, or hesitate in any way. She had waited long enough for him to regain his male stamina and who knew how long she would have to wait again? Best to avail herself of the moment while she could.
    Wolf grunted in surprise at her eagerness but wasted no time taking advantage of it. Her gown laced down the side. He made a brief, halfhearted attempt to undo the laces, gave up promptly, and ripped them apart. Her scent and heat enveloped him. Clasping her breasts in his big hands, he squeezed lightly, moving from one to the other, suckling the rose-hued nipples that tightened at his slightest touch. At the same time, he thrust his iron-hard thigh between hers, pressing against the center of her womanhood.
    Far in the back of his mind, he knew that he should go slowly. She was still so new to the act and he hated the idea of hurting her again. He prayed for patience as he reached down between her legs, his fingers probing through the silken nest of curls, stroking between the delicate folds. A heartfelt groan broke from him when he found her already hot and wet, ready for him. Later, he told himself, he would think about the meaning of that. For now, he could not think at all.
    Freeing his engorged length, he hesitated just at the entrance of her, gazing down into her beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes were smoky with desire, her mouth curved in a smile of unmistakable delight. A surge of tenderness washed through him, different from yet somehow allied to the hot, driving passion that had him nearly mindless. He was vividly aware of her not merely as a woman, noteven simply as his wife, but as Cymbra, a unique, enticing, mysterious individual his spirit called out to as surely as did his body
    What little control he had left snapped and he drove within her, seating himself in a single, powerful thrust. Clasping her hips, he held still long enough to give her some time to adjust to him. When her inner muscles clenched slightly, tentatively, he was lost.
    He struggled to hold on to some degree of gentleness, but it was consumed in the red, raging mist of need. He plunged into her again and again, her soft cries and clasping hands urging him on and on, until the spasms of her release ignited his own and he surrendered to her in a long, jetting rush.
    When next he knew anything at all, Wolf found himself slumped on top of Cymbra, their bodies still joined and faint aftershocks of pleasure still reverberating through him. Slowly, he withdrew from her and touched his knuckles lightly to her face. She opened her eyes and gazed into his. He was relieved to see that she was as disoriented as he, but her vision cleared quickly and she smiled.
    “I truly had no idea of this,” Cymbra admitted. The self-consciousness she had felt earlier was gone. While she was still amazed to be so at ease with him under such intensely intimate circumstances, she supposed it merely meant that she was becoming accustomed to him. “There is so much power and beauty in it,” she said softly and stroked his cheek, letting her finger trail over the sculpted line of his lips.
    Wolf caught her finger between his teeth and bit down just enough to wring a playful yelp from her. He felt absurdly happy. At that moment, he was utterly delighted with his Saxon wife, and indeed, his life in general. “I'm glad you think so.”
    The soft rumble of his voice made Cymbra quiver.
    “It's not always like this, is it?” She hastened to answer her own question. “I mean, it couldn't be, or people would never do anything else. Perhaps it's just as well that men need time to recover.”
    That seemed a sensible arrangement on nature's part, for truly, were it not so, she failed to see how the world could possibly go on, so distracted would everyone be.
    Wolf raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
    She wasn't sure what he meant at first but divined it quickly and gave him an understanding smile. “Two days seems