Page 102 of Fearless Duke
She attempted to stifle the tears that seemed to flow with alarming ease these days as he kissed her again, hungrily. She was every bit as ravenous for him. He withdrew to run kisses down her throat while he worked on the fastening of her dressing gown. She tore at his belt with equal abandon. They laughed and kissed as they shed their garments and found their way to the bed.
She was on her back, his big body settled between her thighs where she wanted him. He rained reverent kisses on her brow, her shoulder, her sensitive nipples. “Thank you for the most precious gifts you could have ever given me, Isabella: yourself, your love, and our child. I am a fortunate man indeed.”
She caressed the slash of his jaw. “And I am a fortunate woman.”
Their lips united once more as his fingers teased her pearl. She was so slick for him, so ready. A needy sound tore from her as he slid two fingers deep inside, finding the extra-sensitive place that never failed to make her wild.
She pumped against his hand, seeking relief, but it was not enough. She needed him.
He understood her body, as always, withdrawing from her as their tongues tangled. In one delicious thrust, he was inside her. Exquisite sensation began in her core and blossomed. She was full, stretched, complete.
Without breaking their kiss, he made love to her slowly in long, tantalizing strokes. As if he savored each motion. And though they had made love many times since becoming husband and wife, something about this time felt different. Heightened.
She knew she would not last long.
Another thrust, a graze of his knowing thumb over her pearl, and she splintered, reaching her pinnacle in a blaze of delirious pleasure. She tightened on him, and he sank into her once more. He tensed beneath her questing fingers, and then he buried his face in her throat as he spilled inside her.
She clutched him to her, their hearts pounding together in sweet time as she relished the heavy, beloved weight of his body atop hers.
“I shall forever be grateful for the day I stormed into your study, determined to give you an earful,” she said when at last she could catch her breath.
“As shall I.” He raised his head and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Because you ended up giving me a heart full instead.”
The End.
