The Warrior's Forbidden Virgin by Michelle Willingham Read Free Book Online

closer until her body seized up with the fierce release. She bucked against his erection, half sobbing as he surged deep inside.
    Rolling her over, Ademar filled her, again and again. She crested the wave, meeting his strokes with her hips until another wave of ecstasy ripped through her. He drove inside a few more times, until a groan escaped him, then he laid atop her, exhausted.
    She felt a wetness against her womb, the evidence of his seed. As she clasped him to her body, she kissed his cheeks, his face. Anywhere.
    Still inside her, he touched his nose to hers. “I’m not very good at this.”
    “I didn’t notice.” Her lips curved upward, though he could not see it in the darkness.
    “I’ll need to practice more. Until I get it right.”
    Heavens, she hoped so. “If you insist.”
     
    After that, Ademar was insatiable. He made love to her three more times that night, though Katherine was still sore. The last position had been a delicious one, with him entering her from behind. He had raised her bottom up, forcing her hips up to meet him, while he penetrated her deeply. She had nearly screamed, the pleasure was so intense.
    And now, she was naked in his arms while the sun came up. It was time to go, before her father learned where they had gone.
    Katherine pressed a kiss on Ademar’s shoulder, daydreaming about him. They would finalize the betrothal, and there were places at Ardennes where they could steal away to be together.
    It startled her to realize that she hadn’t thought of Ewan at all. Perhaps it really had been infatuation, instead of love. She’d been so humiliated at his rejection, she hadn’t been able to tell whether it was her pride or her heart that was hurting.
    The sound of horses approaching caught her attention. Katherine raised the tent flap and the sunlight pierced her vision. Through the grove of trees, she spied the glint of chain mail.
    “Ademar,” she whispered, shaking him awake. She pointed toward the trees, and when his eyes adjusted, she saw the grim look upon his face.
    He swore, reaching for his clothes. Katherine dressed quickly, fumbling with the garments and her veil until she was presentable. She packed up their belongings while Ademar went to discover what was happening.
    When she reached his side, she paled. Over a dozen men were mounted with John of Ceredys. Two of the soldiers rode forward, their crossbows aimed at them.
    Ademar took her hand and rested it upon his dagger grip. Meeting her gaze, he let her know without words that they would fight, if need be.
    “What do you want?” Ademar demanded of John.
    Lord Ceredys drew his horse closer, a smirk upon his face. “Lady Katherine. I see we have interrupted your tryst.”
    She flushed. “Leave us and go back to Ceredys, as my father commanded.”
    “Your father’s commands mean nothing to me,” John said softly. Eyeing Ademar, he continued, “And because of your efforts, Lady Honora has gone.”
    Ademar smiled, but Katherine saw the rage glittering in his eyes. She’d never seen the knight so furious.
    “I was glad to see her rid of you.”
    John drew his sword, but before he could strike, Ademar blocked the weapon with his own blade. “Fight me,” he dared.
    Although Ademar was at a disadvantage since John was mounted, it had no effect upon his fighting. His sword shifted from his right hand to his left, in a constant movement that John barely managed to defend. She was so engrossed, that she shrieked when two of John’s men grabbed her arms.
    She hadn’t even seen them.
    “Ademar!” she cried out. His attention jerked in her direction her for a split second, and John struck hard. A scream tore from her throat as she saw Ademar fall to the ground, blood staining John’s sword.
    Tears blurred her eyes, and she was hardly aware of the men dragging her atop a horse. Her gaze was focused upon Ademar’s prone form, her mind begging for a miracle.
    As they took her, she stared back at him, her heart dull