Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I will return soon,” he said and left the room, closing the door behind him, trying to chase away the image of the swirling passion he had seen in his wife’s eyes and his own passion that displayed itself in his aroused manhood.
“Bloody hell,” he mumbled and thought of tonight when once again they would share a bed.
Did he give in to his need for his wife? Secure their marriage once and for all? Make sure to fill her with his seed, so that she would grow round with the first of many bairns they would have together?
Wait!
He did not care to hear that warning in his head, but knew it was a wise one. He needed to know his wife better. He needed to know what went on here. He needed to know why Slayer’s brother visited Chieftain Norris and if Norris was in any way involved with the death of Slayer’s father and brother, for if he was, hell would rain down on Clan Murdock and he would not be able to do anything to stop it.
Elsie had been relieved when her husband had kept his word and returned quickly and retrieved her from the cell-like room. She was overjoyed when she found herself in her own room, Alda having had it prepared for Cavell. It wasn’t large like her da’s bedchamber, but it was a good size. She was surprised to see that her narrow bed had been replaced by one that would hold two people, otherwise all was the same. The chest that held her few garments sat against one wall and a small table, a bench beneath, sat against another wall. A crock of small pebbles sat atop it where she had left it. She used them when counting, though only when necessary, her mind quick with numbers since she had been young. The spring nights still held a chill that seeped through the stone walls, so a fire was still necessary to keep the room warm. Several candles added low light to the room and left it feeling comfortable and cozy and was the reason she had enjoyed retiring there at night.
Alone for only a short time, her husband having gone to speak with May for a moment, Elsie hurried to shed the oversized garments she wore and don her own garments. She rushed, so her husband would not catch her half-dressed. She did not worry that anyone else would enter since Cavell had assured her that he made it clear that no one was to enter his bedchamber until he gave permission.
She sighed when she slipped on a flax-colored, soft wool dress that fit her thin frame perfectly, and she hurried a deep green tunic over it that had a lovely design Sky had embroidered along the edges. She tied a cloth belt around her waist and sighed again when finished. Finally, she felt herself.
She undid her braid as she walked to the table to retrieve her comb and pulled her long, light brown hair to rest over her shoulder onto her chest, so she could comb it more easily.
The door opened just then, and her husband walked in.
Cavell stopped upon seeing his wife, her lovely, long hair free of any constraint and wearing garments that fit her. His thought was that he never saw such an appealing woman and his manhood agreed, giving a slight salute.
“Did May agree?’ Elsie asked anxiously and did not notice the flare of passion in her husband’s eyes until she got closer to him.
“She had no choice. It was an order not a request. She will alert us if your da awakes no matter the time,” Cavell said, his eyes continuing to roam over his wife. “Those garments fit you well, unlike the ones you were wearing.”
Was that a compliment? She didn’t hesitate to accept it as one since it caused her stomach to flutter.
He reached out and lifted several strands of her hair that lay on her chest to rub between his fingers. “Your hair is so soft and such a beautiful color.”
That definitely was a compliment, and it sent the flutters in her stomach soaring and more than sparked her passion. But as much as she would love to couple with her husband again, she still feared him seeing her naked. Several women had warned her that her small breasts would never hold enough milk to feed a bairn sufficiently and her hips were too slender and could cause her problems when birthing a bairn, not to mention if any man could fit inside her, or so they whispered.
But Cavell had fit inside her, comfortably so, and his manhood was sizeable, and he had quite enjoyed her as she had him. Now if only they could do so again and not in total darkness.
Cavell released her hair and walked around her to go to the table the servants had brought to the room earlier and piled it with food and drink. He filled a tankard with ale and took a generous swallow, hoping it would calm his racing heart and the passion that flared inside him.