I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

We all have fantasies we would love to act upon...even if we do not wish to admit it.

Once again, my wonderful beta - Mlle.Fox - did not look over this chapter before I submitted it; pardon any boo-boos.

SHOW ME THE WAY TO LOVE

CHAPTER 38 - Morning Glory

There were tours of every imaginable place in Scotland, and Erik knew they could not manage all of them within a three day time frame, but he also knew tours were not all that he wanted to do.

The countryside was lush and green, beckoning them to enjoy a romantic picnic beside a babbling brook, deep within the wooded acres behind the manor. Christine had never had a chance to enjoy such times, having grown up far too quickly and mostly on her own. Erik wanted to give her back as much of her lost childhood as he could.

They walked to the brook in the late morning of the second day, having spent the previous day going from castle to castle and being so exhausted when they reached their room, that they fell into a deep sleep without making love. When the morning had come, Christine had felt bereft of Erik's loving and heated touch, but they had been invited to breakfast with the noble family that owned the property, and it would have been considered rude and insulting to have not accepted.

Once the breakfast was over, Erik had been asked to play a round of gulf, a sport he had never considered playing, but had found quite intriguing. Christine had stayed behind with Lady Morrison, enjoying the romping children and talking about things about which she knew nothing.

Now, they would share this time together – they both needed it – and Erik intended to make love to her in the open air, beside the frolicking water. They were assured of privacy, as no one knew they were there.

The walk had been rather lengthy, and once they arrived at the brook, they were both quite hungry. The lunch of fresh fruits, Scottish shortbread, and various meats was tasty, and they ate slowly while the birds serenaded them from the treetops.

"This is beautiful, Erik; thank you for bringing me here."

Her voice was soft and soothing, mixing well with the warmth of the sun shining down through the breaks in the trees. The world seemed larger than it ever had and civilization was farther away than the eye could see; for this moment in time, it was just the two of them.

They sat on the bank of the brook, arms intertwined and bodies growing warmer with each engaging stare. Erik lifted her chin with his finger and tenderly kissed her moist lips, "I will take you to every corner of the earth if it means that that look will always be in your eyes."

Easing her down upon the blanket, Erik skillfully undid the ties to her dress, allowing the top part of the dress to part and her corset and chemise to show. Although Erik despised corsets for the most part - the way they lifted her full mounds and gave them more lift – he had to appreciate them; if only for a moment.

He kissed her slowly, drinking in every moan she made and sensually claiming it. His kisses moved down her slender neck and swept across the swell of her breasts, but he never touched the insistent peaks that begged for his attention.

They were almost too involved to hear the voices that carried on the wind toward them, whoever it was would be within the line of sight in no time at all. Erik quickly tied her dress back up and returned to his normal sitting position.

Within a few moments, a small sightseeing group from the castle stood beside them, loving the view as much as they did. They talked for what seemed like endless moments, before they insisted that Erik and Christine join them for a came of cricket on the garden lawn.

So much for making love in the grass.

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The entire afternoon was wasted – at least in Erik's mind; the cricket game seemed to take an eternity and then they expected him to participate in a manly game of poker. Christine was actually enjoying watching him interact with other people, something she had rarely seen him do.

However, Erik was rather perturbed – the prospect of having his wife in every imaginable way was quickly fading - as each moment was occupied by their confounded castle companions. They were scheduled to leave tomorrow afternoon -where had the time gone.

"Erik, do try to smile more often…brooding is just not a good look for you." Christine teased during one of the breaks from the poker game.

He roughly pulled her against his already jutting flesh – raking his eyes hungrily over her, "I would rather be in our room with you on your knees in front of me and my name upon your lips with each cry of pleasure."

She would have gasped in shock – as any proper lady would have done – but she found his words provocative and enticing. Her thoughts went back to the day he thought her a harlot and had promised endless joy on her knees in front of him. She felt her body respond to his words – awaiting his attentions.

"Behave yourself." She placed a playful kiss upon his pouting lips, thinking he looked just like Gage did when he pushed his bottom lip out to sulk.

He begrudgingly returned to the table and proceeded to win the game – somewhere around two in the morning. Christine was by his side the entire time - often bending to whisper evocative things in his ear. However, as the night waned, exhaustion invaded them and when they reached the room, each of them collapsed – sleeping soundly.

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Christine awakened first, the soft rays of the morning sun caressing her skin and motivating her to stretch gracefully – awakening her muscles languidly. She giggled lightly when the almost inaudible sound of Erik's faint snoring reached her ears.

The sheet that covered him may as well have been transparent; his delicious body seemed to beckon her with its hard planes and chiseled physique. She would never tire of looking at him, especially when she knew the wonderfully delectable things that his body was capable of doing to hers.

He stirred beneath her fiery gaze; stretching like a sleek, black panther awakening from its slumber. The silky head of his morning erection peeked over the top of the sheet and Christine licked her lips in anticipation; he was magnificent to behold.

She carefully sat down beside him and ran her finger up the tempting trail of hair that began at the top of his pelvic bone and increased in width and volume as she passed over his rib cage and beautifully played across his chest. Her touch was no more than a feather, but she knew he felt her hands as well as her eyes scorching his flesh with their intense desire.

"Do not even think you will escape me this time…my elusive dove….I will have my wicked and sinful way with you."

His husky tone ran up her spine, spiking her breasts. He gently, but firmly, grasped her exploring hand at the wrist and immediately her breathing deepened. He had yet to open his eyes, but the seductive, impish grin on his face was enough to make Christine throb for him.

"I do not think so…you naughty man….I am promised to another."

Erik heard the teasing, challenging tone in her breathy words; she had whispered to him last night – in the middle of a bloody card game – that she had fantasies that only he could fulfill. She had proceeded throughout the evening to perk his interest with various verbal pictures.

He roughly pulled her down atop his strong chest, captured her writhing form with his equally strong arm, and proceeded to press her against his flaming hardness. She gasped in surprise, playing her part perfectly.

"Sir…whatever do you intend to do with me?"

His stormy green eyes narrowed and he ran the moist tip of his tongue along the scented curve of her neck before jutting against her once again. He smiled slyly as she gasped softly and her eyes slammed shut to hide the desire he knew swam in their violet depths.

Suddenly, she was beneath him; every long, hard inch of him. He secured her hands above her head, enjoying the struggle she was putting forth. Her sinuous hips only served to further increase his already burgeoning erection.

"You only make things harder on yourself…why do you thrash about in such a manner?"

The low, feral sound of his voice had her pining breasts aching for the feel of his tongue against their protruding nubs. The throbbing heat between her legs longed for the artistry of his fingertips to create a melody that made her flesh sing in adoration.

"You will never possess me…you may take my body..." she struggled against him again, purposely rubbing her thigh against his enthused manhood, "….but my heart belongs only to him."

Erik laughed harshly, creating the perfect sense of foreboding and sexual tension, "Believe me, my sweet, I will take your body…." He buried his head in the valley of her breasts, but did not claim them, "…but I will have your heart before the day is over."

She bucked beneath him, fighting him with long, sinewy arms, gently muscled legs, and a firm strength that Erik found arousing and surprising; he firmly held onto her hands, but forced her legs apart, resting the heat and hardness of his stiff rod against her weeping core.

"Does he make your body wet….begging to be claimed?" Erik did not wait for an answer, but ran his tongue over her swollen lips, inviting her to open to his prodding.

"I think not." He concluded arrogantly.

She opened her mouth to protest and he claimed her in a forceful, arousing kiss that invaded her senses. His masterful tongue entwined with hers, giving her little choice but to respond to his passion.

She longed to wrap her arms around his neck and continue his possessive claim of her body, but he pulled away as she began to undulate against him. She moaned in protest as he flipped them over again, and pulled his way out from beneath her.

"On your knees, wench…right here."

He pointed to the area directly in front of his jutting hard-on and she eagerly, gracefully backed up against him; wriggling her hips against him. She heard him hiss, and felt his strong hands cup the globes of her buttocks. He squeezed them provocatively, exacting a sensuous moan from her.

He pulled her up, leaned her against his chest, and coated her shoulder with long strokes of his tongue and soft nips of his teeth. Large, articulate hands ran the length of her stomach and ribcage, and finally held the fullness of her breasts. Erik rolled her jutted nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, driving Christine to the brink of an orgasm with his agonizing gentleness. One hand wandered back down to the silvery curls that hid the haven of her womanhood; already coated with her essence. He cupped her throbbing core and then began working the silky entrance with his fingers, using her own desire to heighten her passion.

The tiny nodule that seemed to control every nerve in her body literally purred as his limber, long fingers feathered it with attention. He brought her to a thundering orgasm, holding her tightly against him as she rode his hand.

She brought his mouth around to hers and kissed him ardently while she came down from the heavens in which he had sent her. When she calmed, Erik lowered her back down to the bed, her hips raised in front of him; he used the natural moistness of her body to lubricate his hardness and plunged into her with one hard thrust.

Never had anything felt so good; the length of him filled her completely, her body answered his every propelling motion with a pleasured whimper, butting against his hips ferociously until she felt certain her body would rip in two.

His hands cupped her derrière copiously, rubbing its plump softness as he watched his plunging flesh pierce her body continuously, increasing his excitement level. She bucked against him, creating the most intimate, licentious sounds he had ever heard; with each touch of their bodies, Erik drew closer and closer to the impending climax that was barreling down upon him with a force that almost terrified him.

Moments later, Christine screamed her release, furiously writhing against him as she milked his orgasm relentlessly. He exploded within her, meeting her somewhere in the clouds and spiraling back to earth with her.

He pulled her into his arms and carried her to the water closet, they managed to take a leisurely bath and, although breakfast was long past, lunch sounded marvelous…for some reason, they were both famished.

TBC