The Chosen Mate (7)

Marcus shuddered as she too touched him eagerly. They brought each other over the peak together, muffling their cries with a heated kiss. "Sleep, my love." He said. Elizabeth was too exhausted to protest. *** She woke in the middle of the night. The fire had died down to a small blaze, causing the shadows to dance over the walls of the long house. Beside her, Marcus was fast asleep, his face relaxed and sated from their passion. Ever so slowly, Elizabeth slipped from his arms and glanced back to see if he had awakened. She grabbed her dress and tiptoed to the shelf where she hid one of his daggers. If she was going to escape, there would be no time to don the dress until after she was well out of the camp's perimeters. Elizabeth glanced back one more time at the sleeping figure on the cushions. She couldn't deny that Marcus gave her intense pleasure. But she wasn't meant for a life here. As she slipped out of the longhouse, she tried to push away the feeling of guilt and sadness. She