Lords of Retribution (Lords of Avalon series) by K. R. Richards Page A

nephew?”
    “I do, Aunt. She’s a very dear lady.” Gabriel winked at Senny.
    She walked beside Gabriel as he pushed his aunt toward the parlour.
    “Gabriel, could you have some good brandy sent to me ? From the Duke’s private cellar, of course! I could use a dram before I retire.”
    “Of course, Aunt, I will see to it.”
    After Gabriel left his Aunt’s chair where she wanted it and he tenderly kissed the elderly woman’s cheek, he walked toward the door. He paused to run his fingers along Senny’s arm, “Are you certain you feel well, Zenny?”
    Senny smiled brightly . “I am perfectly fine, Gabriel. Thank you.”
    He whispered, “I am in the room next to yours. Call out if you need me during the night, Zenny. I must join the other gentlemen in the library.”
    Senny nodded and moved forward to join Great Aunt Demelza.
    “She’s in good hands, Gabriel . Off with you now,” his Aunt shooed him away.
    Gabriel smiled after her and turned to head to the library. He stopped Diggory, Menadue’s butler, and gave him Aunt Demelza’s request on the way.
     
    It was midnight when a soft knock sounded on her door. Wenna set her book down as she rose. She carefully opened the door a crack. She smiled when she saw Trevan waiting outside in the corridor. She opened the door and waved him in.
    Once in her chamber, Trevan paused to lock the door . When he turned back to face Wenna, she was right in front of him. He sighed with contentment as her arms wound around his neck and her warm, soft body molded against him. Their lips met. They kissed each other hungrily. Passion flamed quickly between them. Their hands explored each other’s bodies. Wenna began to undress him.
    Trevan peeled her wrapper from her and left it in a pile upon the floor. Wenna had removed his coat and waistcoat and proceeded to unfasten his shirt. Trevan shrugged out of the linen as Wenna busied herself with his trousers. Once they were open, she slid her hand inside and wrapped her fingers about his hard, rigid cock.
    “Good God, Wenna, it’s been so long!” Trevan scrunched up her night rail and tugged it over her head , flinging it off to the side. He bent and lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, all the while kissing her.
    He deposited her onto the bed and removed his boots and trousers.
    Wenna watched as he crawled up toward her from the foot of the bed. Her eyes rested on his large, thick erection. He was already fully engorged. No doubt, he’d been tortured with the anticipation of their union as she had.
    As he came over her, his hand remained at the apex of her thighs . His fingers teased her, increasing her pleasure. Trevan marveled at how, wet, slick and swollen she was. He bent his head and captured one pert nipple with his lips. His lips, teeth and tongue teased her. He sucked her breast into the warm cave of his mouth while he slipped a finger inside her warm sheath. He massaged her while his thumb worked her sensitive nub.
    W enna was on fire, near to release. Everywhere Trevan touched her she burned. Wenna tangled her hands in his curly, black hair, urging him to return to her. She kissed him passionately, raising her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. When the powerful and delicious feeling came over her, she moaned deeply against his mouth. She lay panting beneath him after.
    “ My a’th kar . I love you, Wenna Penrose,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear as he slid into her. “I always have. I always will.”
    “I love you too, Trevan, ” Wenna whispered back as she raised her hips, allowing him to go deeper. She moaned softly as he began to move inside her.
    Trevan covered her mouth with his own, mainly because he wanted to taste her, but also because he knew his lady was rather loud and expressive when they made love. The memory of her passionate cries echoing over the lake as they made love in the summerhouse at Callywith on numerous occasions fanned the inferno of flames burning