In this bit, Ellie and Duncan have got 'married' at the suggestion of Elder Obidiah, who believes that Ellie would be safe if she was with Duncan. Most of the chapter is ... um ... rather naughty. This is a little 'morning after' snippet.
It took a moment or two for Ellie to work out where she was. Early morning sunlight slipped through a gap in the curtains and fell across the bed. Duncan slept, curled up around her, his hand on her breast, one leg thrown over hers. She shifted, edging closer in the chill left by the rain. He mumbled in his sleep, his fingers brushed her nipple. Ellie bit her lip, feeling desire stir inside her. After her disastrous debut, she soon found her rhythm and learned what turned Duncan on. His inventiveness left her boneless and exhausted. After years of straightforward, good, old-fashioned marital sex, Duncan was an adventure. She blushed at the memories and wanted more. Ellie turned slowly in his arms and looked at him. The quilt had fallen back, revealing skin flushed with gold by the sunlight. His long eyelashes left crescent shadows on his cheeks. She touched his lips in wonder and his chin, the morning stubble rough beneath her fingers. He was beautiful and Ellie couldn’t believe that she was there and that his arms were around her.
Duncan stirred in his sleep. Ellie watched his eyelids flicker and waited. He smiled when his eyes found hers. “Hello.” He whispered.
He curled his hand around her fingers and kissed them. “Did you sleep all right?”
“Yes and you?”
He grinned. “Never better.”
Something inside Ellie turned slowly. Duncan’s eyes were amber in the light. Thoughts she couldn’t read moved through them. Words she wanted to say were caught in her throat. “Good.”
“It’s been a long time since I woke up wanting someone.” His voice was quiet. “The way I want you.”
“Oh yes.” He kissed her palm and then his lips moved to her wrist, lingering there.
“You’re beautiful, Ellie.” He took his face in her hands and kissed her – a slow burning kiss, like a sleeping fire.
She wanted to weep, instead, she kissed him back, curling her fingers into his hair.
“The Prophet said you had to look after me, Ellie.” He smiled against her lips.
“Will you?” His hands moved over her, light, like water. His muscles rippled under her fingers and he sighed against her throat.
“Yes.” Ellie rose to his touch.
“Good.” He whispered. “Because I intend to look after you.