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care, she loved this man though she had been afraid to admit it earlier, but now during sex there was no way she could deny her passion. She wanted only to lose herself to allow herself the pleasure of rubbing like an animal in heat against him. She wanted his strong arms about her, pulling her to him, fitting himself against her, hip to hip, breast to chest, to feel the length of her strong husband meeting her here in the confines of their bed. Suddenly she felt the weight of him as he laid his body over her own and she found herself groaning into his mouth. “Yes.”
         James looked down into Meredith’s face, and saw her love and desire playing out across her features, and knew deep within himself, her emotions were for no other than him. He kissed her tenderly then, as he reached behind her and drew her body up to meet his.    
    She suddenly felt his passion ringing hot against the bell of her body, her own voice cried out in the night, as she pressed herself against him, letting the pleasure wash over her.
     
         Later as they lay cradled in one another’s arms, James gently pulled himself away from Meredith and stood up. “Now, you bewitching woman, you stay right here, while I build us a fire and fetch supper. I’m fairly starved now,” he said, huskily. James leaned down and drew a kiss from her, before turning from the bed.
         Meredith lay watching James as he brought in a fag from the main fireplace and set it to the tinder. Her desire stirred up once again; as she watched him bend down to blow the embers into a flame. I might be a witch, but he is the one who has bewitched me, she thought. She watched his rock hard body flex as he worked at bringing the fire to life. She could see his dark locks falling softly away from his shoulders, and his shadow loomed up large against the mantel. Meredith let her head rest back against the wool stuffed pillow and closing her eyes she listened to the sea waves pounding against the great cliff. She was able to pick out the quieter sound of James as he moved about the cottage.
         The sleeping chamber door opened and James stepped in with a long tapered lit candle, sending its light deep into the darker corners. “Till the fire picks up I thought a bit of light would be welcome.” James sat the candle down on the bedside table, “for the eating of course,” he said, grinning from ear to ear as he hurried from the room. He returned shortly, balancing a plate of food and a clay jar of cider. “A wee bit of cider tonight I don’t suppose would hurt us,” he said, shutting the door behind himself, with a well-placed kick of his bare foot.
         Meredith pulled back the covers and reached out taking the plate of food he handed her. She always enjoyed watching him parade around naked, his sparse chest hair a mix of black and grey gleaming against his sun burnt skin. She was sure there would have been much more naked parading about if they had been a young married couple without a half grown child underfoot. “Well give me a drink husband,” she said smiling. “I’m fairly parched from doing my wifely duty,” Meredith teased.
       
    James’ laughter rang out in the quiet room. “Duty, woman that was surely way past any duty, you might call it, that was what could only be called your pleasure.” He bowed low, teasingly, before he settled himself in the bed next to her. “I checked on Gwenth. The lass is still sleeping, and I’m glad of it. I don’t mind saying, earlier, I felt the fear on me that she might walk in on us,” he laughed. “You know, a thought like that can ruin a man if it comes at the wrong time,” he said, taking a piece of the roasted lamb and popping it into his mouth, and licked his fingers clean of the meat’s juices. “She has a blasted stick in bed with her. I swear it almost looked as if it was glowing when I peeked in. Sometimes I wonder about that girl,” he said smiling at his wife.