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Tavington was sadden; he never saw her so broken. He never was a man very close to his feelings, but she was the dearest thing in the world to him. He shifted on the bed, moving closer to her. He held her in his arms, but she didn't seem at ease. Normally she would literally melt in his arms, but not tonight. What the devil had happened in those few days, he wondered.

He released her from his embrace and stood up to take out his belts, to drop his pistols and sword on the table. She wrapped her arms around her knees. He unbuttoned his vest than placed it on the chair Wilkins was sitting on. He undid his cravat and left his shirt out of his pants. He dared to look at her, but she hadn't move a bit. As he untied his hair from his queue, she looked up at him. Since the first day, she always loved to see him his hair down. He was always in control of everything, but to see his hair unruly was such a contrast. She felt so torn between her feelings for her husband and the horror stories she heard from Martin.

He sat again on the edge of the bed, ran his hands through her hair. He held her face with both of his hands, starring deeply in her eyes. He leaned in for a kiss, as loving as he could make it. She didn't respond like she normally did.

"Lily, enough now. Tell me what happened. You look at me as you're afraid of me," William almost yelled, as he stood up.

"Please don't shout."

"Then speak to me. You know you can tell me anything," softening his tone.

"Well, I was beaten, disrespected, assaulted, but they fed me well and I assisted a wedding. That's about it. Is it what you want to hear?'' She felt angry, sad, tired and annoyed at his questioning.

"No, tell me what is bothering you."

She gasped; he would always know how to read her mind.

"Martin told me a disturbing story, that you would have killed his son, in front of his whole family. And he told me about the nickname you earned."

He swallowed hard; he dreaded this moment since her arrival.

"Dear, you know that before everything else, I am a soldier. And a soldier at war in meant to kill people." He took a deep breath. "This war is nothing like traditional war on far away battlefields. You've seen it, he fight on family owned farms. Unorthodox tactics have to be used. Yes, I did kill this boy, but did Martin tell you his boy attack royal soldiers, hence his death."

"He did not." She regretted her doubts against him.

"And for the nickname, you know how words travel easily. The people here in the colonies are looking for someone to blame in this war. It's easy to put every bad action on one man. Lily, you have been my wife for three years now. You know me better than anyone else, how could you doubt me," he said as he took both of her hands in his.

"I am sorry, dear. Please forgive me. It was so easy to believe them when I was there, taken captive."

She squeezed his hands and smiled at him as she blew the candle, plunging the room in darkness. His hand moved to the back of her neck as he kissed her. As she returned his kiss, he felt his desire growing. She sighed as his tongue found hers. He took off his jacket she was wearing and slipped her shift from her shoulders, falling around her waist. His kissed trailed his way to her exposed breasts. His tongue licked her right nipple as his hand caressed her left breast. She leaned her head back as she moaned. After the chaos of the last days, she could not ask for more than her husband's touches.

She lifted his shirt and moved closer to him. Both of them were panting with passion, only desire for each other's bodies. He stood up and her hand caressed his erection through the fabric of his pants before she undid his pants, throwing them across the room within the second. He laid her on her back as he kissed her, eagerly, needing to be inside her soon. Her hand wrapped his throbbing erection, and she started to rub up and down, fast and hard, just as he liked it. It always amazed her how she could gain his control by just this small gesture. He groaned loudly, and he had to stop her. He had to calm himself down if he wanted to last.

His hand slid between her legs, a smile appeared on his lips as he felt her moisture. His expert fingers found her delicate spot and her breathing shortened. He moved faster as he crushed his lips against her. Her hands ran against his bare back. When he kept going, she clawed his back and arched her back as she was submerge by her pleasure. He couldn't take any delay, he wanted his release.

He positioned himself over her, as he spread her legs wide open. With one deep trust, he was inside her and started to move at a fast and hard pace. She gripped the back of his neck and was trying to hold on to him as he pounded into her, never missing a beat. She felt so delightfully tight against him. He had slept with many women before he met her, but none of them were as a perfect fit as she was. The last few days had been so hard; the thought of losing her was unbearable. As he heard her moaned loudly in his ear, he completely lost control, and found the release he was lounging. He pulled out, and rolled her around to spoon her, wrapping the blankets over their sweaty bodies.