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

inside him. He groaned in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him.
    Their rhythm synchronized . Each one of them strove to give the other pleasure. Their hands touched, caressed and worshipped as their fused bodies moved to the ancient primeval beat. The tension built and mounted, their bodies glowed moist as they continued the age-old dance of lovers.
    He rose above her, watching her facial expressions as he thrust deep inside her. Her hands worshipped the muscles on his chest, his arms, and moved down to his back and buttocks. He dipped his head and tasted her breasts. She cried out with pleasure as he lightly nipped the hardened pebbles with his teeth.
    He was elated. He was home, with his lady. Wenna was his and he’d do everything in his power to keep her here, with him. His eyes locked with hers. He knew she was close. He drove into her. It was heaven being inside Wenna, his love, again. He had feared she was lost to him.
    Together, t hey spiraled upward, climbing higher until at last they reached the peak of their passion. Together they surrendered. Pleasure raw and wild coursed through them in waves of ecstasy. He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her cry just as he was about to give his own kingly roar.
    Spent, their breathing ragged, they clung to one another. Long minutes passed. Trevan gathered his love into his arms and pulled the covers over them. “Let’s sleep, Wen Pen.” He placed a tender kiss to her temple as he drew her closer. My a’th kar.”
    “My a’th kar, ” Wenna whispered groggily just before her eyelids fluttered closed.
    Hearing the sound of Wenna’s even breathing he knew she slept . He sighed in happiness and also in relief. Wenna was his again. He would keep her here, in his house, in his arms, and in his bed.

C hapter Five
    Gabriel noted the light on in Senny’s room as he walked past her door in the corridor. This set of chambers had always belonged to the Earl of St. Mabyn when in residence at Menadue. Once inside his chamber, he decided he must check on her. The connecting door from the Lord’s chamber led to the Lady’s chamber, the room Senny now occupied. He walked toward the door. He knocked softly. “Zenny?”
    “Y-yes, Gabriel?”
    He regretted knocking. She sounded nervous. Had he made her so? “It’s late, Zenny and you’re still awake. Are you well?”
    “N-no, I can’t sleep. The men in brown coats and hats are outside. The ones I saw come through the windows in the vision. I can’t sleep because I can hear them talking.”
    “I’m coming in . Are you decent?”
    “I-I need to get my w -wrapper.”
    “Tell me when you ’re covered.” He heard the rustling of fabric.
    “I-I have my wrapper on .”
    He opened the door immediately. Gabriel sucked in his breath as his eyes rested on Senny. He did not remember ever seeing her with her hair down and loose about her shoulders in her adult years. Her shiny, golden hair was straight and hung like a sheet of silk down her back and partially over one shoulder. The glow of the lamp light caught the subtle red highlights mixed in with the gold. A pale pink wrapper covered her fine lawn nightdress. She had tied it tightly about her, which emphasized her beautiful breasts. He distinctly noticed her pebbled nipples straining against the silk of her wrapper. Was she cold or was she reacting…no! He would not, could not think about that. He shook his head when he realized he had stood mute for possibly an entire minute.
    “Is something wrong, G abriel?” She fidgeted. Senny wrung her hands, and chewed on her lower lip with her white teeth.
    “No, Z enny, I apologize for staring. I’ve never seen you with your hair down. You look…beautiful.” Gabriel watched as pink stained her cheeks. Then she gave him a brilliant smile.
    “You think I’m beautiful? ”
    “I do, Z enny.” Gabriel stepped closer to her. He grinned at her. He wanted to kiss her. Hell, he wanted to do more.
    Remembering his reaction to