Page 108 of Temptation's Darling
He rolled her over in the large bed. “Like this?”
He entered her for the second time that night. “Exactly like that,” she said before she gasped, and held on tight.
This was their wedding night, and a nice enough inn to be having it in. And she reminded herself that she could sleep in the coach tomorrow. . . .
“You . . . do that . . . splendidly.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “You spoil me.”
“You object?”
“God, no.”
She drew her nails up his back lightly, then down to grip his buttocks. He surprised her by climaxing with a loud groan, but it was a deep enough plunge that she joined him. She smiled in delight to have caused it.
He rolled to her side then pulled her close. “How did I get so lucky?”
“You got attacked by two Feldland rebels. That started it all.”
“Well, if we want to be precise, George started it all by offering his friendship, which led to this and that and then two Feldland rebels.”
“I’d rather not thank George.”
“I’d rather not thank the rebels.”
“Then you can thank my Snow for shaking me off his back just as you were passing by.”
“I have a feeling your Snow is going to be thanking me.”
She was too tired to ask what he meant, but when they reached his property the next day, he didn’t take her directly into the very large house. He took her straight to the stable, and it only took a moment for her to notice a large area filled with shire horses in assorted colors.
“They’re all mares,” Monty told her. “My wedding gift to you.”
She turned around and hugged him tightly before she cried.
“So you’ll be happy here?”
“Did you really have any doubt?”
