He wanted to warm himself against Kathryn’s fire, to absorb her heat into his body and share his with her. Her breathy moans and gasps mingled with the masculine sounds that Tienan made.
He wasn’t the only one enthralled. Logan was slowly pumping his hand up and down his cock, his eyes never leaving the couple in the throes of passion.
Marc shifted closer, slipping his hands around Kathryn and cupping her breasts.
She cried out as he lightly teased her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. “Yes,” she moaned as Tienan worked her harder and faster.
Her back bowed as her climax hit her. Her slender neck arched back. With her eyes closed and her moist lips parted on a cry of ecstasy, she was the picture of erotic beauty.
He released her and simply watched. Marc knew that he’d never forget the way she looked at this moment. It was etched in his mind forever.
Tienan yelled his release, pumping a few more times before gathering Kathryn into his arms and hugging her tightly. A few moments later, he lifted her from him and laid her back on the mattress. Her legs splayed apart and Marc could see cum glistening on her thighs and pussy. Her eyes were still closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she sucked in one breath after another.
Tienan fell back against one of the thick bedposts and rested there, head bowed, lungs pumping.
Logan wasted no time and positioned himself between Kathryn’s spread legs.
Hooking his arms under her thighs, he lifted them toward him. Her eyes popped open and she moaned as Logan easily slid his cock into her.
Marc closed his eyes and concentrated on gaining control. He was close to coming but didn’t want to spill on the sheets. It was worse with his eyes shut. The sound of the furs and sheets swishing and crinkling with each thrust, the harsh breathing and the soft gasps and the cries of pleasure all combined to create an erotic song that just about drove him mad.
And the smells. Damn, the smell of sex—a deep, heavy musk—permeated the air around him. The scents of leather and sweat mingled with a lighter, flowery fragrance that beckoned and enticed.
Opening his eyes, he watched the couple beside him. Logan had planted his hands flat on the bed. The position opened Kathryn wide and allowed Logan all the control as he thrust into her, slowly at first, then faster, then slow once again. He varied the depth and speed of his thrusts, pushing Kathryn’s need higher and higher.
Her eyes were open but they appeared almost blind as her gaze seemed fixed on the passion building inside her. A low keening sound broke from her throat as Logan pumped his hips faster and harder, driving deep with each trust. Kathryn wrapped her hands around Logan’s arms, her fingernails pressing deep into his flesh.
Marc knew they were both close to coming.
Logan roared, hammering his hips against Kathryn. She screamed, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. Marc wanted to comfort her but knew this was Logan’s time. Rolling from the bed, he hurried to the bathing room, all the while trying to ignore the heavy ache in his balls and the throbbing of his cock. One wrong move and he knew he’d explode.
But Kathryn needed tending after what she’d been through. Her body wasn’t used to such an erotic workout. Thankfully, there was some fairly warm water in a basin and he dipped a soft cloth into it, wringing most of the water from it as a low feminine moan drifted into the room.
Every muscle in his body jerked and tightened, demanding he do something, demanding he claim her. Grabbing a soft towel as well, he carried both items back into the bedroom.
Kathryn was sprawled across his bed, the only movement the rise and fall of her chest. Logan was flat on his back beside her, his forearm flung over his face. Tienan continued to watch from his post as the end of the bed, absently rubbing his bandaged shoulder.
The fire was starting to burn low but with the candles lit there was more than enough light for him to see her. Her slender limbs glistened with perspiration and a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead.
Starting between her thighs, he gently washed her swollen flesh. Her eyes flashed open at the first touch of the cloth. She watched as he washed her sex and thighs.
Folding the cloth, he used a clean side to wipe her arms and legs. He should have brought a basin of water with him instead of only a cloth but he wasn’t about to leave her to go get it.
The towel was clean, so he used that to wipe her face and neck. She sniffed and that was when he realized that she was crying. It wasn’t beads of sweat rolling down her temples but tears.
Tossing the towel and cloth to the floor, he gathered her in his arms and leaned against the massive headboard. Kathryn curled into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. He was struck by just how delicate and fragile she felt. For all her courage, she was a woman, and as such, she was to be cherished and protected at all costs.
“Rest, little one,” he murmured, wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb.
“I’m not crying,” she insisted.
“I know,” he assured her, biting back a smile. His woman didn’t like to appear weak at all. He could have told her that all the tears in the world wouldn’t diminish her courage in his eyes.
She sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her hand before tilting her head to look at him. “What about you?”
Her words were slurred and he frowned as he noticed the dark circles under her eyes. “Don’t worry about me.” He brushed her temple with his hand, admiring the reddish glint of her fiery locks. “I’m fine.” Which was only partially true. His cock was a throbbing ache the likes of which he’d never felt before. But he would take care of that as soon as Kathryn fell asleep.
“No.” She pushed away from his chest. “I want you.”
“Kathryn,” he began but she cut him off.
“No.” She said again as she straddled his lap, bringing her hot pussy in contact with his straining cock. The heat burned him to his very core. He needed her but not at the expense of her health and wellbeing.
“You need to rest first.”
She arched against him, stroking his entire length with her sex. Breathing was almost impossible as heat raged through his body. His cock burned for her. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the tight nubs caressing him. He clenched his jaw, grasping for control. Sweat rolled down his back. His balls tightened.
“Take me,” her lips whispered against his. “I need to feel you inside me.” He saw the sincerity in her eyes and knew that she was telling him the truth. She needed him.
His control snapped.
Exhaustion swamped Kathryn. All she wanted to do was sleep. But she couldn’t.
Not yet. She’d reached sexual fulfillment with Tienan and Logan. Both experiences were incredible but there was still an emptiness inside her.
She loved Tienan and Logan but she wasn’t in love with them. She’d never known the difference until now. She loved Marc and she was in love with him. She couldn’t separate the emotions filling her with the sexual release she had found with Marc.
Their relationship was impossible. He needed to stay in his world and she needed to return to her own to try to right the wrongs her father and General Caruthers had done. Their paths were divergent, only crossing in this short moment of time.
She knew all that. Had tried to protect her heart. But it was no use.
She loved Marc with ever fiber of her being.
She was a woman of science, yet sense and logic had no place here. Marc was the love of her life, the man who was meant to be hers. She needed to make love with him, to have him fill her body as they both found completion. She needed the emotional connection between them to soothe her battered soul.