Page 77 of The Viscount Needs a Wife
“Am I?” he said getting comfortable with his arms round her.
“Hm,” she murmured. “So, tell me what’s bothering you.”
“Nothing, really. In fact I’m really happy. That’s rather the problem.”
“Waiting for the other shoe to drop?”
He snorted. “I suppose.”
She nodded, tracing a finger in his chest hairs, which he liked. His cock stirred a bit. “I know the feeling,” she said. “I feel the same way. I am so happy, but I keep expecting it to get snatched away.”
“Yes, that’s it exactly!” he said, hugging her tight. “I get this desperate feeling sometimes and want to hang onto you, as if you’re the only thing that’s stopping me from drowning. It’s not healthy, but I can’t seem to help it.”
“I like it,” she confessed. “Makes me feel you need me.”
“I do,” he said husky voiced, nuzzling her hair. “You are happy?”
“Deliriously. Didn’t I just say so?” She looked up at him.
“But if you weren’t, you’d tell me?” he asked, his anxiety breaking through.
Her face softened, and she cupped his face with her hand. “Of course. I wouldn’t pull the rug out from under you like Caro did.”
He let out a breath and sighed. “You always understand. Better than I ever do. You’re soclever, Annis. God, I love you!”
He kissed her and a bit later he said, “I think your growly husband wants to fuck you.”
“Yes, please,” she said, pressing closer and rubbing against his thigh.
Which made him groan and peel off her nightgown, throwing it over the side of the bed, and nuzzle into her breasts for afeast. “Delicious,” he murmured round a mouthful of nipple and breast. With his hands all over her, he nudged her legs apart and nestled his cock against her lips rubbing slowly up and down.
She gasped, her hips jerking under him. “Emrys!”
“Good?” he growled against her throat, cupping and squeezing her breasts.
“Yes!”
“Hm.” He grunted, adjusting his cock to slide down and engage her body. With a neat thrust of his hips, he joined them and began a steady drive to completion. She kept pace with him every step, her eyes glued to his. He pressed his palms to hers beside her head and kept driving into her. It felt good. It always felt good, but there was an element of total openness in her gaze tonight, as if she was giving him not only her body, but her soul.
He made a noise in his throat that came from his gut. “I’m yours, Annis,” he breathed. “All yours.” His body surged, the pleasure rising with each stroke. “I love you,” he whispered brokenly as the pleasure peaked, and he lost control of his body. He felt her body tighten on him as she groaned. The orgasm flowed between them like two streams mingling, his seed loosed in a flood of heat, pulses of pleasure swamping his senses.
“Annis,” his voice croaked in the middle as his body gave up the last of its seed, and he collapsed on her, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. Her arms held him, her legs tucked over the back of his, as he drifted in a haze of pleasure and connection. Whatever just happened, he didn’t want it to stop.
Finally, he lifted his head and said, “There are no words for that.”
She stroked his face and nodded. “I love you,” she said and kissed his nose.
He laughed, and a lightness filled him. Separating them gently, he flopped onto his side and drew her close.
“I love you Annis Benedicta Fitzgerald. Never leave me.”
“I won’t,” she murmured against his chest.
“I think I believe you,” he said with gentle smile over the top of her head. He closed his eyes, holding his wife close and slept, secure in the knowledge she would still be there in the morning.
