Page 67 of Tempting a Lonely Lord

William chuckled. “No. I’d love a green-eyed daughter who looks just like her mama, with her mother’s heart and spirit.”

Bella’s throat tightened with emotion. “And I’ve known since that very first moment we met that you were the one for me, William Dudley,”she confessed, her voice trembling.“You are my anchor, the very center of my life. I love you deeply.”

She slipped her hands up around his neck, tilting her face up to his. “But right now, all I crave is to silence the world around us and lose myself in your kiss.”

“Gladly!” William pulled her close with a sudden urgency that mirrored her own.

As William lowered his lips to hers, a rush of warmth enveloped Bella, stealing her breath. His kiss was both familiar and electrifying, soft yet insistent, his lips moving with a gentle persistence that sent shivers down her spine. Their tongues met in a sensual dance—exploring, tasting, and deepening the connection that had always existed between them.

Her senses were filled with the feeling evoked by the touch of his hands tracing slow, reverent paths up and down her back and the intoxicating scent of him—sandalwood and citrus, warmth, and home.

Behind them, Winterborne and Duchess neighed happily, their presence a quiet blessing in the golden afternoon. Bella pressed herself closer, reveling in the solid strength of her husband, in the love that bound them.

William groaned softly—a sound that sent a thrill through her, awakening every part of her heart and soul. As their kiss deepened, the world around them blurred into nothingness. There was no time, no space—only the heat of their love, burning bright, unshakable, endless.

~The End~