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Sarah made it back to her room, positive no one saw her.

But unfortunately, James chose this particular moment to come back from his breath of fresh air in the middle of the night. What he saw froze him in the staircase. His beloved wife, exiting from another bedroom. He waited until she closed the door behind her. Slowly, he walked to the top of the stairs and considered to go knocking on the mysterious door. Maybe it was just some officer's wife she came to. If she would have sought another man, he knew he would kill this man.

He thought about going away, but the dragoons were only leaving around noon the next day. And he was still tired. He wanted his bed and to catch on some sleep since we never knew how long he was gone on patrol, and had to sleep on a cot too small for him.

He carefully opened the door and watched Sarah, sitting on the bed. She jumped when she heard the squeaky door, looking nervous.

"James, where have you been?" she inquired.

"Went outside for a minute," he said as he took off his boot, and then laid on the bed, still dress. "Good night," as he turned around, wrapping the blanket over him.

"I am tired of going to sleep worried about you. Tell me what happened in Pembroke."

"Pembroke. You want to know what happen in Pembroke?" he said between his gritted teeth, sitting down sharply. "We burn the church, this is what happened."

"Burn the church?"

"Yes-," his voice cut in his throat.

"The church?" she wondered, not understanding what was the big deal about it. "For days, you were this hard to endure because you burnt a church? Gosh, James, you are not the man I used to know."

James was about to justify himself, but stopped; maybe it was better she would not know the whole village was in the church. His mood change when he realised he saw her leaving another bedroom just a couple of minutes later.

"You are not the woman I married either. In which bedroom did you run to when I left? I saw you, just before I came back here," he said coldly.

"I was looking for help. For you…"

"Whose room was it?" he did not yell, even if he wanted to. Anger was consuming him from inside.

"Colonel Tavington," she walked backward when she saw his fists tightened.

"Colonel Tavington. How long have you been seeing him behind my back?"

"What? I am not having an affair with him. I wanted him to look for you since you were upset when you left."

"How can I know this child is not his bastard?" he yelled coming closer to her. Fear was making her whole body shivered.

"How can you doubt me? After everything I had to pull through just being your wife? You joined the dragoon without telling me. You brought me to camp to witness tortured men. You want me to stay at the Fort just so you can have a woman in your bed at night when you come back. And now, you think I am unfaithful?" she yelled back.

He stopped only a few inches away from her, punched the wall right beside her face. She turned her face away, afraid he would hit her next. He never did, but he was not the man she knew.

He looked at his wife, afraid of him. Her words started to sink in; she had endured a lot, and nothing she signed on for. She was still there for him, event after those two last very hard years. He cupped her chin delicately and tilted her head up, so she would look him in the eyes.

Fear was soon replaced by warmth when she saw the love he had for her in his eyes. She timidly smiled at him when he whispered "I am sorry". She caressed his cheek with her hands tenderly.

He crashed his lips against hers, his hands grabbing her buttocks and lifting her against the wall behind her. For a moment, she had a moment of déjà-vu from the colonel's bedroom. Her husband was giving her the same passion Tavington had for her earlier. She kissed him back, their tongues twisting, moans escaping from their lips.

He threw her on the bed and she gasped when she saw his erection through his pants. He undressed within second and straddled her body. He grabbed the top of her nightgown and tore it open. It had been weeks since he last touched her, let alone seen her naked. He looked at her up and down, the intensity of his gaze made her shivered.

He leaned forward, his mouth aiming straight at her chest; his tongue licking in small circle her hardening nipples, his teeth slightly biting the sensitive buds. He could feel her grinding against his body. He lowered himself, lifted her legs, resting her knees on his shoulders. She looked at him between her thighs, looking like a starved man facing his first meal in a while. He parted her fold with his fingers before he dived in, licking and sucking her sensitive spot. Her fingers grabbed the sheets as she moaned loudly. She could feel her heartbeat pulse in her cunt, already clenching around nothing. He pushed two fingers inside her when another lascivious moan escaped her lips.

"Oh James. M-more," she managed to say, before a third finger found his way in her, filling her completly. He felt her legs kicked his back, her back arched and her head dug in the pillow underneath her head. She yelled his name when she came.

Within seconds, he was over her. Her eyes were still closed; he kissed her lips deeply as he entered her in one motion. He had to remain still and control himself; he did not want to come since he had barely been inside her for a few seconds. He felt her mouth kissing his neck, his collarbone. He started to thrust slowly at first but his pace sped up as he was consumed by his desire for his beautiful wife moaning under him.

"Look at me, Sarah. Don't close your eyes. I want to see you come. I need to see you come."

She tried her best to obey him, but pleasure was overwhelming her. He rolled to his side, still facing her. He hooked her leg over his waist as he caressed every part of her body he could grab; he went from squeezing her butt cheek to rolling her nipple. She rolled her hips to meet every hard thrust, holding onto him, digging her fingernails in his back. His turn came to groan loudly when he felt her warm channel contract around him. Their breathing was short, only pant. Her second orgasm kicked in so strongly she had to hold on to him while her whole body was shaking. He rode her through her pleasure, but could not hold himself any longer when she constricted his erection in her narrow cunt. He held her tightly against him while their breathing resume to normal, his hands caressing her sweaty back.

"Oh James, that was…" she started to say.

"I know. We should fight more often," he replied.

"No, no more fights, my love. Just sex like that, okay?"

He brushed his nose against her as he softened still inside her. "There nothing I want more than you to be happy."