Page 125 of Trapped with the Duke of Winter
For a long heartbeat, he remained there, braced above her, the moonlight framing them both, and then he bent to kiss her, slow and certain, as though there were nowhere else he would ever rather be.
With a tenderness that made her thighs tremble with desire, Aaron’s mouth moved in a trail of fiery kisses to her nipples. His tongue flicked the right one while his fingers rolled the left. Pleasure sang through her body down to the cleft between her thighs.
When his mouth lifted, Louise let out a mew of protest. “No, please.”
“Please, what, my love?” Aaron gazed down at her.
She lowered her eyes, suddenly shy. “I … I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.”
A low chuckle followed by his mouth resuming its attention to her nipples caused a ripple of desire to tear through her. She grasped his hair as his lips moved lower. When his tongue flicked the tight bud, a jolt of fiery flames threatened to consume her. She raised her hips to allow him greater access.
His mouth was a hot brand on her flesh. Stripping her back to her primal nature. His tongue flicked again and again, threatening to bring her to the edge before drawing her back from the precipice.
This would never do. She reached down and palmed his hard member and stroked in rhythm with his tongue. He let out a guttural sound that sent pleasure cascading through her.
In a single move, he slid up until he pressed his body against hers. The pressure as he slowly entered her was fire and ice and surrender. He stilled when she let out a small gasp as he broke through her resistance.
“I promise there will be nothing but pleasure from here.” He kissed her gently, his tongue teasing her own.
Her hands spread against his chest, and moved against him. “I want you,” Louise whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”
Aaron buried his face in her neck. As he slid deeper into her, Louise’s body took over. Sensation. Pain. Pleasure. It was rolled together into a delicious firestorm that tore through her body. Her hips met his. Their movements finding a rhythm without prompting. Desire urged her on as she rose to meet each thrust.
She wanted more. She wanted all of him.
His thrusts increased and glorious sensations danced up from her toes to the center of her sex. She gasped, shuddered, and clung to him as they both danced to the peak. Ecstasy rocked through her body when Aaron roared in a single thrust. Louise cried out and convulsed against him. A tide of sensation riding from his body to hers.
Afterwards, they lay tangled together, skin cooling in the evening air. Aaron traced lazy patterns on Louise’s bare shoulder, marveling at the reality of her presence in his bed, in his life, in his heart.
“What are you thinking?” Louise asked, her voice drowsy with satisfaction.
“That I’m the luckiest fool in England.” He pressed his lips to her hair, breathing in the scent of orange blossoms and vanilla. “Three months ago, I was drinking myself into oblivion, convinced I’d lost everything. Now I have more than I ever dreamed possible.”
She shifted to look up at him, green eyes serious in the candlelight. “You gave me everything, Aaron. Safety, security, love. You saved my family.”
“You saved me.” He tightened his arms around her. “From loneliness, from fear, from a life half-lived. You, Emily, and even that ridiculous dog. You all saved me.”
Louise smiled, the expression transforming her face from beautiful to incandescent. “We saved each other then.”
“Yes.” Aaron rolled them so she lay beneath him, her hair spread across his pillows like copper silk. “And we’ll keep saving each other, every day, for the rest of our lives.”
She pulled him down for a kiss that promised exactly that. A lifetime of choosing love over fear, trust over doubt, joy over isolation.
Outside, London settled into evening, but inside Calborough House, the Duke and Duchess of Calborough began their forever with hearts finally, completely, irrevocably whole.
The End?
