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had something in it. She felt inside, and discovered more seed
cloth. Curious. She shrugged and opened the vial. There was a paste
of some sort inside it. She sniffed. It had a definite scent of
vinegar, along with ginger and possibly anise?
    She sealed the vial and was just slipping it
back into the pouch when Robert burst back through the door, his
arms laden with more peat and kindling. His eyes dipped to her
hands and widened.
    “Where did you get that? Never mind, I care
not.”
    He took another step inside and kicked the
door shut with the heel of his boot. After dumping his burden next
to the hearth, he strode up to her and took all of it from her.
    He lifted his gaze to hers. “Know you what
these are?”
    She shook her head, her brow furrowed.
    “These, used together, will prevent a lady
from conceiving.” Robert’s heart raced. He’d denied himself all
day, afraid that if he even touched her, tasted her, as he’d sworn
he’d do this morn, that he’d not be able to stop himself from
fucking her as well. And now he could. Fuck her, taste her, play
with her, do every lewd, carnal thing he’d imagined doing to her
these past sennights.
    “Take off your clothes and lie on the
bed.”
    Morgana’s jaw dropped open. Her breath
hitched. Her heart tripped. He was going to take her again!
Finally! Joy and desire warmed her, melted her, readied her. She’d
wondered if he would, after he’d told her that there was little
chance they’d be leaving within the sennight. Even tho’ he had
sworn he wouldn’t until they returned to the abbey.
    With trembling hands she unlaced her gown
and walked over to stand by the bed.
    * * *
    Robert turned back to the hearth and placed
some more peat on the flame. It took a moment for the peat to
ignite, but when he was assured that ‘twould not go out, he rose to
his feet and turned toward the bed. He bit back a loud guffaw.
“Morgana. Take your legs from ‘round the posts and settle yourself
further up on the bed.” After a split second of thought, he added,
“Keep your thighs spread.”
    They’d both bathed earlier in some snow
water Morgana had heated and poured into the small tub he’d taken
from the storeroom. There would be no herbal tinctures masking her
natural scent and flavor from him this night.
    He was rock hard, to the point it hurt, but
he was damned if he would rush things the way he’d been obliged to
do last night. He took up the seed wool and vial and strode over to
her. Then he opened the vial and dipped the cloth in the paste. He
placed it at her entrance and pushed it deep inside her. She
flinched and bit her bottom lip. She was no doubt still sore from
last night. He’d have to take it easy with her later. He pressed
the seed wool up against the mouth of her womb.
    Afterward, with his fingers still deep
inside her, he leaned down and took one of her round pink nipples
into his mouth and began a soft suckling as he gently stroked and
manipulated her cushiony inner walls, teasing her clit with his
thumb. ‘Twas not long before his fingers were saturated with her
love juices.
    He lifted his mouth from her slightly and
rolled his tongue around the hardened tip of her breast. Her tight
cleft squeezed and released, squeezed and released when he did
that, so he knew she liked what he was doing. Her breath blew harsh
now, and her hands fisted in the blanket at either side of her
hips.
    He trailed his tongue down the milky
blue-veined mound, across the pearlescent valley between, then up
the other, taking that turgid peak between his teeth and tugging it
lightly. She gasped and lifted her hips high off the bed. He
clamped his mouth around it then and sucked hard, moving his
fingers in and out of her in a rapid motion.
    She arched her back and he turned his gaze
to her face. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut, but her mouth was
opened wide. She thrust her head backward, the tendons in her neck
strained, a flush traveled up the milky, smooth skin of her