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Iver had quietly approached the trees from the top of the hill knowing someone was still hiding within them.

He had hoped they continued to look out towards the bottom, knowing if they turned around, he would easily be seen.

Slowly, he drew his sword and understood immediately his mistake because the stiff breeze had taken the liberty of quieting in that very moment.

Distinctly, he heard the metal scraping echo loudly into the night as he drew his sword.

He had no other alternative but to rush the unknown person within the trees. If they had heard him, they were now well prepared and his hope of surprise was lost. Quickly, he sprang forward as he swung his blade forward and near to the neck of the Lady Gwyn.

"Holy Christ, my lady!"

It was a near shout and as Iver quickly dropped his sword to the ground, he watched as she nearly swooned. Her body fell heavily against the bark of the tree because he had obviously taken her by surprise. Instantly, he was capturing her within his arms and cradling her gently.

"What are you doing out here? And so late at night? I could have killed you!"

To that, Gwyn could say nothing as the beat of her heart and the shock of the moment was still upon her.

As she watched his face soften and he pulled her in gently into his chest, she could do nothing but wrap her own arms around him.

Immediately, she felt her heart accelerating yet again, knowing it was clearly for a different reason.

"I could not sleep, there is so much upon my mind."

Iver could not resist and he moved his head down to hers as he hungrily possessed her lips. It was as if he had gone without water for too long and it was only she who could quench his demanding thirst. His body greedily hungered for more, as obviously was hers.

Gwyn felt the power of his body clutching hers and the undeniable intensity of his kiss. She burned for him and knew she would lie with him yet again since there was no one who could move her as he had. In her heart she conceded she wanted and needed desperately all he could give her.

When he picked her up to lay her upon the ground, she moaned in pleasure for the feel of the weight of his body over hers was tantalizing.

As he possessed her lips, his hands went to the ties at the bodice of her gown.

She could feel the stays give way as he released the bindings that held them together.

Slowly, he moved the material down over her shoulder as she felt the cool breeze upon her exposed breast. When he moved his lips down to capture her peak within his mouth, the pleasure he granted her was unimaginable.

"Oh, Iver!"

As his beautiful temptress moved her body sensually below his, Iver nearly lost his patience.

"Oh, Gwyn, do you really understand what you are doing with your hips?"

Every movement she made up against his need nearly pushed him to be mad with his desires.

While he wished he could be slow and gentle with her, he knew in that moment he could not.

He wanted her desperately and it was obvious by her reactions so did she need him.

As soon as he began to raise her skirts, she shifted below him and pulled almost frantically at his arms. Her body was silently telling him of her desperation and he almost smiled with his pleasures.

When he entered her, Gwyn nearly fainted from the enjoyment he afforded her.

The weight of his body was upon hers and the excitement she felt when he pressed himself deeply inside of her was gripping.

She leaned her head back in her passions and could not prevent the words that came from her lips. They were heated and so unplanned.

"Please, my love, take me!"

When Iver heard the words come from Gwyn's lips, he understood each and every one of them as they resonated loudly within his mind.

And it could not have brought him more pleasure.

As he gazed through the darkness at her impassioned face, he wondered if she had even realized what she had said.

In the end, it did not matter since she was begging him not only with her words but with her heated body and her moans of delight.

Iver moved within her quickly and as her sweetness wrapped around his manhood he could not have been more pleasured.

As their bodies moved hungrily together in the night, by the overt reactions she made he knew he was satisfying her.

There was no doubt she was fulfilling his needs as he took from her unmercifully.

On and on he built the fire between them until it was nearly too hot to bear.

As she exploded beneath him, he felt his own release as his seed spill within her.

He rocked with her almost desperately, hugging and kissing, grasping and holding, until he collapsed on top of her completely spent.

She had drawn everything he had to give and it was so gratifying.

As they lay together with their bodies still joined, Gwyn reached up to cup his face with her hands.

Slowly, she brought his lips to hers as she gently nipped with her teeth at his lips.

Boldly, she pressed into him further as she moved her tongue tantalizingly within his mouth.

As she kissed him deeply, she reached for his hand and brought it once again to her exposed breast. When she placed it there, she could not help her moan of pleasure as it was released from the back of her throat.

Iver felt his need begin to grow almost immediately.

With her brazen actions, he began to gently move his body once again within hers.

He was fully inside of her warmth and leisurely tasting of all she had to offer.

Iver moved his hand down to guide her legs to wrap themselves around his waist as his passions and hers continued to intensify.

As she locked her ankles behind his back, he slowed his pace completely as he moved unhurriedly within her.

"I never knew…oh, Iver, you have given me so very much and oh…how I wish you would never stop!"

Iver took his hand from her breast that he had held and reached between their bodies as he touched her womanhood.

The moment she felt of his contact, she moaned loudly and arched her back completely while pulling herself up slightly off the ground.

Gently she moved her hips against him and showed him with her movements that which gave her most pleasure.

He realized in the heat of their passions that she was exquisite and he could not get enough of her.

When she cried out once again within the pinnacle of her delight, he could be slow no longer. Quickly he took her yet again, his pleasure mounting as she writhed in her desires beneath him. It was not long and he too, reached his end with more abandon than he ever had remembered.

Gwyn had no idea anything could be this pleasurable and the man who held her she realized was a rare one, indeed. She felt as if he had taken her to places unimaginable as a peaceful calm surrounded her. Not in years had she felt such contentment, if she ever had a chance to feel so before.

As their bodies stilled in the night and he rolled onto his back, he pulled her to his chest. Within moments, she soon began to succumb to the exhaustion that was hers.

All the days of Gwyn's anxieties were lost to her if only for this time as the passion of his embrace enveloped and warmed her heart.