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Chapter 8
Hotch walked into the suite and his jaw dropped for a second, but he quickly recovered before Kahlan could see how shocked he was. He shook his head as he looked around at the rooms that were going to be just his and his wife's. He smiled. With as far away the rest of the family's doors were, he didn't think the rooms actually connected to theirs. I guess with walls made out of stone it really wouldn't matter anyway. When the door shut, he finally looked at Kahlan and she laughed at his expression. "Haven't stayed in a five star hotel before?"
He chuckled. "I've stayed in a few nice places but nothing this over the top."
She went to him and put her arms around his neck. "You deserve every bit of it, so enjoy it," she told him as she leaned up and gave him a passionate kiss. When she had to pull away for air, she smiled and went further into the room.
"This is all ours?" he asked as he followed her through the big first room into the bedroom. The oversized king bed looked like it belonged to the original master of the castle. He shook his head again as he looked at the bathroom through the opened door. The tub looked more like a small personal pool than any tub he had ever seen.
"Too much?" she asked with a smile. She sat down on the bed and fell back onto her back. "Wow."
"Comfy?" he asked with a smile as he walked up beside her.
"You tell me?" she asked as she pulled him down beside her.
"Oh yeah," he told her with a grin. She looked past him and a confused look overtook her features. He looked behind him quickly. "Where does that go?" he asked as he noticed a stone stairwell, leading up, cut into the middle of the wall.
She smiled. "Let's go find out," she told him as she pulled him up. "Maybe it's a secret passage way to the rest of the castle.
"Not very secret if it's just open like that," he told her as he went up first.
"Maybe there used to be a bookcase or something in front of it," she suggested as she followed him holding his hand.
He laughed. "Only you and Joey would think that." The stairs led up to a door and he opened it cautiously. He chuckled when he realized it led to the outside, and he shook his head again when he realized their room was under one the keep's turrets. The place that was probably used as a lookout point in the beginning now housed a large hot tub.
"Wow," Kahlan said again as she looked at the steaming hot tub. "We'll definitely have to try that," she told him with a sly smile.
Hotch turned and looked around. The only thing higher was a tower that was dark, so he didn't think anyone could see them up there, especially with the tower walls. Then he noticed the view. "Wow, is right. Look how beautiful it is," he told her as he pulled her back to his chest and embraced her from behind. They stared out at the green hills and forest for several moments. She sighed contently and then shivered in the cold wind and he wrapped his arms around her more tightly.
"I can see how scenery like that inspired tales of King Arthur and Robin Hood," Kahlan told him wistfully.
"Yeah. You and Joey with your love of British literature are right at home here." He chuckled. "You do know she wants to learn how to shoot a bow, right?"
Kahlan laughed. "Yep. I told her I'd show her."
He turned her to look her in the face. He studied her for a second and then shook his head. "Of course you know how to do it."
She laughed and then pulled him back down to their room. She chuckled when she found their bags on a bench in front of the door. "Let's unpack before dinner." She took her small bag into the bathroom. "Damn, I think this shower is big enough for ten people."
Hotch walked in and looked at it. It was made out of stone and had several shower heads around it and had a glass door. "I think this bathroom is bigger than our bedroom back home."
She nodded. "Yeah. I'd hate to have to clean it," she told him as she put her brush and things on the sink.
He went up behind her, nuzzled her hair out of the way, and kissed her neck. She moaned and leaned her head away from him to allow him more access. He grinned at her willingness. "Did you see the fireplace?"
She craned her head to look at him. "No. Nice, huh?"
He grabbed her hand and pulled her though the bedroom to the adjoining room. The stone fireplace took up most of one wall and a massive bear rug was on the floor in front of it. A couch and a couple chairs faced the fireplace. "I can see you sitting in one of those chairs enjoying a book in front of a raging fire."
"I didn't bring any with me. I thought we were supposed to be spending time together."
"I'm sure you could find something here." He knew from the brochure that the castle had a massive library. "Besides, I can entertain the kids for at least one evening so you can lose yourself in a book. I know how much you love doing that. What better place to read about the Middle Ages than in a castle?"
She smiled as she considered it. "We'll see," she told him and went back to the bedroom to finish unpacking.
He looked back at the fireplace and smiled. He grabbed some of the logs next to it and started a fire. The room was cool, but warmth wasn't exactly why he started it. He wanted it burning nicely by the time they were done with dinner. Once he was done and the fire was going, he joined her in the bedroom and realized she had all of their clothes already put away. He went over to her and pulled her into a hug. "Maybe you should take a shower to relax before dinner," he told her with a smile that showed his dimples.
"Yeah? You going to scrub my back?"
He chuckled. "And maybe a few other things," he told her and pulled her into the bathroom.
After a shower that consisted of a lot of making out, he grabbed one of the fluffy robes and held it out for Kahlan to put it on. He put on a matching one and then followed her into the main room. He found her staring out of one of the windows in the fireplace room. He put his arms around her. "It's so peaceful here," he told her as hugged her tightly.
"Can you imagine what it was like when this castle was built?"
He smiled because he knew she was doing just that. "With a queen like you, the peasants would have been happy."
"Queen?" she laughed. "And would you be my king or my champion?" she asked as she turned to look at him.
"Both," he told her with another smile.
"Think you could give Lancelot and Gawain a run for their money?"
He laughed. "I'd even fight a dragon for you," he told her as he kissed her neck.
"Hey! No harming of dragons in my kingdom!" she told him with a grin.
"Fine. I would find you a dragon egg for you to hatch your very own, then." She smiled and he leaned down and ran his scruffy stubble across the back of her neck. She giggled and tried to pull away but he held her tight and ran his chin up the side of her neck. She quivered and giggled some more. He laughed. "I don't get it. You're not ticklish at all except for when I do that."
"I can't help it. I love it when you're scruffy," she told him with a smile. She pulled him away from the window and back through the living room. "We better go get ready," she told him and continued around the other side the room towards the other entrance to the bedroom. When they went around the wall with the fireplace, she stopped in her tracks and took in the wall length mirror. She smiled as she looked at their reflections and then moved him so he was facing the mirror. She flicked her brows at him and reached up and slipped the robe off of his shoulders as she stepped behind him and looked at him in the mirror lovingly.
"What?" he asked as he looked at her in the mirror.
She sighed contently as she stared at him. "Damn, we need a full length mirror at home."
He smiled as he studied his reflection. While he could still see where his scars were, the thin lines they had been transformed into weren't the first thing that jumped out. He had to search to see them, and he silently thanked Kahlan for loving him so much and really understanding how much they had bothered him. "Like what you see?"
"Nah," she started as she reached around and felt his chest. "I love it." He chuckled and blushed a little. "What? How could I not love this perfect male form?" she asked as her hands went to his face. "That strong jaw line, those cheek bones, and brow line," she started as her fingers traced them. "You have the classic bone structure that artists of old loved to chisel in marble." Her hands went into his hair. "And your hair," she started as she ran her hands through it and ended up tussling his bangs. "That dark, thick, luscious mop of gorgeous hair," she sighed again as she ran her hands back through it. "I could spend hours just doing that." He grinned wide enough to show his dimples.
"And don't even get me started on those dimples," she started and then giggled. "They make me weak in the knees like some young school girl." She pulled back to his shoulders. "Broad, strong shoulders that could carry the weight of the world, and sometimes do," she told him as her hands gently traced his shoulders and moved down onto his arms. "Long, strong arms; the one place where I feel completely safe." His alpha swelled with the knowledge that he was her safe place. Her hands traced down to his hands. "Hands that mine fit into perfectly." She intertwined her fingers with his for a second and then reached under his arms and rubbed her hands over his chest. "A strong chest that swells with pride every now and then when your alpha shows." He chuckled because it just had. Her hands went down to his abdomen. "And a six-pack that is better than any beer." His dimples shown again as she let her fingernails drift over each one of his muscles, and they shivered under her faint touch. She then leaned down and run her fingers up his legs. "Perfectly toned runner's legs that beat me in every race." She smiled wickedly as her hands went up the back of his legs to his butt. "An ass that looks good no matter what it's in," she told him and then pinched both of his cheeks at the same time.
He jumped a little and laughed. "For loving it, you sure do abuse it."
She rubbed the spots where she had pinched. "I can't help it. It's so damn perfect that I have to pinch it to make sure it's real," she told him with a giggle and her hands made their way to the front of him again. "And this," she started as her hands traced the 'V' that angled down to his manhood. "This is my favorite part," she told him as she ran her hands up and down it. "I don't think there's a woman alive who can say this isn't the sexiest part of a well formed male body." He quivered under her touch. "And, of course, it leads to this," she told him as she caressed his manhood that had already begun to grow. He moaned in pleasure as she massaged him slowly. "When I say we were made for each other," she started as she kissed a trail across his back while still massaging him. "I don't just mean spiritually."
He moaned with pleasure as he grew even more. "God, Babe," he whispered softly as he thrusted in her hand and she moved to caress one of his pleasure spots. He sucked in his breath as goose bumps formed on his legs.
She finally released him and leaned up and kissed his neck. He groaned at the lost contact, and she looked at him in the mirror again. "How could I not love this? You're a Greek God for Christ's sake."
He turned his head to her. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah," she told him told him as her hands went to exploring his chest again.
"Which one?" he asked with a grin.
She looked at him in the mirror again and smiled. She licked her bottom lip as she considered the wonderful image in front of her. She hugged herself up against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Not Zeus, he's too old." She let him go and ran her hands down his back and his butt again. His butt muscled tensed in preparation of another pinch, but she playfully spanked him as she laughed. She looked back at him in the mirror. "Definitely not Poseidon; I hate you with a beard."
He laughed. "I know, just scruffy or clean shaven."
She smiled and ran her fingernails down his arms. "Not Aries; I always pictured him built more like Sam."
He shot her a look out of the corner of his eye. "You don't wish I was built like that?"
She got a disgusted look on her face. "No way; I'd never want to lay up against that every night. No," she told him again as she shook her head. "You were too skinny when I first met you, but the thirty extra pounds I've packed on you since then that you have carved into that sexy frame, have made you almost too good to look at." She kissed his arm. "I said almost." She laughed at his look. "You are perfect the way you are."
He beamed at the compliment. "Then which one?"
She studied his reflection some more as she bit her lip and then a wicked smiled creased her face. "Hades."
His brows rose. "The god of the underworld?"
She reached around and ran her hands up and down his taut stomach and chest muscles. "Oh yeah. I can just imagine your stare boring into the souls of the dead and judging who is worthy of going to the Elysium Fields and who isn't." She nodded. "Definitely Hades."
Knowing her love of all things dark, he knew how big of a compliment that really was. He turned in her arms and slipped her robe off of her. "I don't think of a goddess when I look at you," he told her as he moved in behind her and looked at her in the mirror.
"No?" she asked softly knowing he wasn't putting her down in any way.
"No," he started as his hands started trailing down her neck, onto her shoulders, and down her arms. "I always thought they were too perfect, too nonhuman," he told her and then kissed her neck. "When I look at you," he kissed her shoulder as he looked at her in the mirror. "I think more along the lines of Helen."
She smiled as he kissed a trail back up her neck. "Helen of Troy?"
"Yep," he told her as he nuzzled her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck. "The face that launched a thousand ships," he told her softly as his hands went to her sides and traced down to her hips. His hands were shaking ever so slightly, but she didn't notice. God, I still can't believe you are mine. "The most beautiful woman in the world." She huffed in disbelief. "What? I'd go to war for you," he told her seriously as his hands made their way up and caressed her breasts, and she moaned with pleasure as he massaged them. "I've never seen a woman more beautiful than you," he whispered into her ear and then moved and nibbled the spot behind her ear as his hands traced down her front and moved to her hips. "You are so toned," he continued as his hands went over her hips to the tops of her thighs. "I love the way your body can do so many things," he told her as reached around and let his fingers ghost her bundle or nerves. She slowly thrusted forward to try and get him to touch her, but he stood back up and smiled at her in the mirror.
"I," he kissed her neck. "Love," he kissed her shoulder. "Everything," he brought up her arm and kissed inside her elbow. "About," he kissed the side of her chest and slowly turned her to him. "Your," he kissed the base of her throat. "Body," he finally finished as he kissed her lips as his fingers moved to massage her and a moan of pleasure escaped her. He moved back in behind her and watched her in the mirror as she leaned her head back onto his chest and he kissed her cheek.
"What's your favorite part about me?" she asked him.
He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and studied her in the mirror. "You'll think I'm corny."
Her brows furrowed as she studied his face. "No I won't."
He smiled. "Those damn beautiful blues."
"My eyes?"
He could hear the shock in her voice. He rested his chin on her shoulder and locked eyes with her in the mirror. "Oh yeah. It's like I fall in love with you all over again every time I look at them. I can see how much you love me in them, and that tells me I'm doing something right." He nodded, turned her to him and looked into her eyes again. "I feel like they can see into my soul, and it's like I lose myself in them." She smiled. "And I love the way they sparkle when you're feeling mischievous." He shook his head. "I couldn't handle life without seeing those beautiful blues." He leaned down and covered her lips with his.
She leaned up and deepened the kiss, and he groaned and pushed her back up against the mirror and started to massage her again with his left hand. He reached down with his right hand and grabbed her behind the left knee and brought her leg up. She smiled, stretched her leg out, and moved her ankle to rest on his shoulder. He kissed her ankle. "I love how flexible you are," he breathed heavily as his fingers slid in and found her core.
"I know," she breathed as her head fell back in pleasure. "We're supposed. . . to meet everyone. . . for dinner," she told him as her breathing became jagged with pleasure.
"I don't think they'll miss us," he told her as his heart quickened as her pleasure increased his own and he started kissing a trail down her neck to her breasts. She reached forward and massaged his increasing manhood and he moaned again. "Jesus, Babe," he breathed as he pressed himself into her hand. After a few moments, she let go of his manhood and pulled his body to her greedily. He let go of her, reached around her bottom, and picked her up.
"Oh God, Hun," she cried out in pleasure as he slid her down onto him. She put her hands around his neck and dug her nails in. She pushed her back into the mirror and used it as leverage to ride him deeply as he supported her weight. She clenched her muscles around him and he quivered.
"I love it when you do that," he breathed as he kissed her neck as he raised her up and down him.
"I know," she told him with a grin as she rode him some more and then tightened around him again.
A moan of pleasure escaped him as she did it and he lifted her up. "I can't believe you have such amazing control over all of your muscles." She giggled and then sucked in her breath in pleasure as he brought her down him again.
After several minutes they were both panting in ecstasy. She reached up and ran her nails through his hair making sure to hit several points that she knew helped him release tension, and he moaned with desire.
He marked one of her breasts roughly. The alpha in him howled as he felt her trying to go faster. Knowing he was the one bringing her pleasure made him even harder. "Slow down, Babe," he told her as he moved to pleasure her other breast.
Her legs wrapped around him tightly as she tried to take him into her completely. "Please, Aaron," she begged.
He chuckled and pulled her away from the wall and moved them into the living room. Without releasing her, he slowly got down onto one knee, then two, and then gently laid her down on the bear rug. After a few more thrusts, she groaned as he pulled out. "Take it easy, Babe. Yesterday was too quick. We're on vacation, so we can take our time and enjoy this," he told her tenderly and started a trail of kisses down her chest and abdomen. Her hips bucked against him as he moved in to pleasure her with his tongue. Her legs wrapped around his back and she pulled him closer. He chuckled again and added his fingers as she squirmed in delight.
Once he knew she was close, he moved off of her and turned her over as he pulled up on her hips. She laughed and she got up on her hands and knees. "Being on the rug bring out the animal in you?" she asked as she looked back at him.
"Oh yeah," he grin deviously as he gripped her firmly and inserted himself again. She leaned back and he pulled himself out. Before she could complain, he put himself back in slowly and pulled back out again. "God, Babe, you're so hot," he breathed and she could hear the hunger in his voice.
"I wonder why," she said seductively as she pushed herself onto him again.
He gripped her hips and held onto them tightly as he started thrusting. The noises escaping her made him want her even more and primal urge took over. The slight pressure of his balls slapping into her with each trust made the experience even more stimulating and he sped up. She fisted her hands into the rug and pushed back each time he pushed forward and he thrusted even faster. He reached around and fingered her bundle and she squirmed some more. "Oh God!" he exclaimed as he felt himself nearing the edge. Before he got there, though, he felt her clench around him again and she released her fluids as she cried out his name. The even hotter liquid seared into him and took him over the edge, too. He continued thrusting as his whole body tingled with the release of his own fluids.
Once he was done, he finally pulled out and collapsed onto the rug beside her. They both laid there trying to catch their breath in the sensual aftermath.
After a few minutes she smiled and scooted over next to him. "Damn, Hun, that was. . ." She shook her head. "Wow."
He wrapped his arms around her and smiled. "I don't think you have ever been that hot before."
She giggled. "I guess acting out a fantasy does that to me."
He raised his brows. "A fantasy?"
She giggled again. "The way we started with you holding me like that. I think almost every woman has had that fantasy since 'Roadhouse' came out." She could tell by his look that he had no idea what she was talking about. "Don't worry about it. Just know it was hotter than I ever imagined."
He pulled her closer. "Yeah? Got any other fantasies we can take care of on this vacation?" he asked slyly.
She laughed and looked toward the bedroom. "It is a four poster bed," she told him with a wicked grin.
He laughed. "You are so bad."
She flicked her brows. "I'll show you just how bad after I buy some rope."
He shook his head at her as he laughed some more, but he felt his manhood twitch at the thought. I still haven't figured out if you want to be tied up or if you want to tie me up.
They laid in front of the fire enjoying the ambiance in each other's arms, and she sighed deeply. After a while, he felt her shiver, so he got up and then pulled her up. "Let's go relax in that hot tub," he told her as he went and grabbed their robes.