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Gwyn could speak no more as the emotions surged through her body. When their eyes locked together, she realized no more words would be necessary. It was as if their bodies spoke an unsung melody and they were immediately drawn together as the chords of perfect harmony rang out in her mind.

As soon as her body made contact with his, he held her tightly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck while a frenzied kiss was shared between the two.

Neither had any understanding of who reacted first and it mattered little to either of them.

They had come together in this night and now meshed as one.

Iver's body heated instantly and the gratifying pain of his need was immediately upon him.

As he drew hungrily from her lips and moved his tongue within her sweetness, she quickly responded with the same sense of ardor.

He pressed the full of her body down the length of himself and his heart raced into the night.

He could feel her hands as they boldly caressed his bare shoulders and arms, frantically feeling of his skin.

And the sensations she delivered could not have been more pleasing.

"Oh, Iver, I need you!"

Gwyn pressed her body in closer to his and the feeling was nearly more than she could imagine possible.

His warmth excited her and she could not seem to get enough of his touch.

When he placed his hand upon her lower back and pressed her into his need, she intuitively moved her hips gently in response as a fire built deeply within her core.

"Christ, Gwyn, I want you, too."

While she had no real experience, she understood at least a little of what happened between a man and a woman.

Her instincts seemed to be ringing true for she obviously was doing something appropriate.

As she moved her body in closer to his, a deep moan escaped Iver's throat and sent shivers of heat through the very deepest depths of her core.

When Iver lifted Gwyn to then place her upon the ground, she did not argue for in her mind there was no going back now and there was no doubt to what she wanted.

It was what she had desired her entire life, or at least ever since she had arrived on Chattan soil.

She wanted someone to care for her and protect her and maybe even show they desired her, even just a little.

What made this so exquisite was it was not just anyone.

It was Iver and to whom she had so heatedly desired.

Gwyn also realized in that moment she was so very weary of being alone and shouldering all the responsibility that had been laid out for her.

This was her time to relinquish this lead to someone who clearly sought after her.

She conceded she would allow him to have her on this eve and provide her most special gift, regardless of the consequences.

As much as she needed to give of herself, she desperately wanted to take from him in return.

Gwyn tugged at the bottom of his shirt so she could lift it and place her hands directly upon his back.

She touched of his skin and the fire she both inspired and felt was more gratifying then she ever could have thought possible.

When she felt of the slight coolness upon her legs as he drew up her skirts, she nearly shuddered in delight.

But it was when he touched her in that most secret of places when she felt her world began to spiral with her desires.

"Oh, oh-"

As Iver caressed her body, it was her reactions that both surprised and pleased him so.

How was it possible this woman could possess so much passion?

He felt the warmth of her needs and it was not long before she was moving her hips to his set rhythm and she was moaning heavily with her yearnings.

When he felt her begin to shudder with her ends, he moved his body to kneel between her thighs.

He hungered to take her and fully make them one.

Iver could not help himself for her passions pushed him on and he could think of nothing other then feeling the warmth of her body encircling his own.

As he placed the tip of his manhood within her, he could hold back no longer and found himself plunging the full of himself deeply within her as the excitement bore down deep in his soul.

When her body stiffened and he felt the restraint as he broke through her maidenhood, he nearly died from the realization of what he had just taken from her.

'God above, you are still a virgin? How can this be?'

Iver froze and through the darkness of the night, he looked upon her face.

The Lady Gwyn was staring up at him and he noted the slight trail of tears that shown upon her cheek.

By the look within her eyes, he now understood of what had been her deepest secret and by the expression of grief, her darkest shame.

He could only stare at her with confusion and even a bit of anger.

'What had just happened and why? She was married and had a child!'

"Please, Iver. Whatever you do, please do not leave me now."

Her pleadings were tugging at his heart but his confusion was controlling his mind.

'What kind of an existence have you been leading? You are married to my uncle, for Christ's sake!'

Her passions and her pleadings spoke only of her apparent loneliness. As he wrestled with all he now knew, he could only stare down at her in silence. That was, until she spoke again.

"Please, Iver, do not push me away. I need you so desperately!"

The thrill that went through his mind of his own name upon her impassioned lips was nothing compared to the sadness he felt for her.

Through the murkiness of the night, he could see as the tears in her eyes continued to slip down over the ivory softness of her skin.

Slowly, he moved his lips over her cheeks as he attempted to kiss away their saltiness and remove the obvious pain from her face.

More than anything, he wished to see her smile.

As he leaned forward, his hips moved gently over hers.

It was her sudden moan of delight at his slight movements that made him forget all that he had done and what he had taken from her.

Iver suddenly disregarded his confusion and only responded to her obvious desires and her pleadings, both spoken and not.

As the heat once again burned within his chest, he realized her needs were no different from his own. He craved her desperately and with the way she was reacting, he understood she too, wanted him.

He slid his hand down to caress her bottom and bring her closer to himself.

He then moved deeply within her, gently taking and giving all that he had.

He found himself absorbed in her passions and could tell as she grasped of his body how he was pleasuring her.

Together they moved as their heat mingled as one and their desires were fulfilled in the night.

As Iver moved heatedly above her, Gwyn could feel the explosion of bliss within her body. She could not hold back as she grasped his arms desperately and arched her back in that moment of intense desire.

"Oh, Iver!"

There was nothing that could have prepared her for such ecstasy and the moans of her satisfaction were released unheeded into the night.

Within moments, she could feel his body tense above her own and she knew that he too, had come to his ends.

As his pace slowed, he kissed of her hungrily, capturing her soft moans of delight and mingling them with his own.

As Iver's breath calmed in the night he could hardly believe all that had just transpired.

She was exquisite and passionate and had him completely captivated even though he was more than a little confused.

But for all of that, Iver knew of only one thing with certainty.

This woman who was within his arms in that very moment would be within his heart forever.