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“Are you ready?” he asked, looking down at her with such tenderness.
Her handsome rake, his mask removed for her alone. How she loved him, more by the moment. And she wanted to give herself to him.
“I’m ready,” she said.
His lips returned to hers, and he shifted, thrusting into her. This time, she was prepared. Her wetness had coated him, and he moved with surprising ease. It astonished her how easily her body accommodated him, despite his size. But even more startling was the wonder of it, him inside her, slipping deeper with each thrust of his hips, so deep until she was filled with him and they were pressed together, joined as one.
Her heart felt as if it might burst from the sheer rightness of it.
And then he moved, and she thought the rest of her might burst too. White-hot pleasure radiated through her as he drove in and out, slowly at first, allowing her body to grow accustomed to him. He was large, and she felt a pinch of pain that accompanied each movement as he stretched her farther, but the exquisite bliss was so much stronger. And with his fingers unerringly working her bud, she lost control, clinging to him as she reached yet another crescendo.
With a sob, she felt her release tear through her, this one even stronger than the previous two. He continued moving, his hips pumping faster when she nearly squeezed him out with the force of her body’s reaction. Verity’s nails dug into his shoulders, her head rolling back on the pillow. His lips moved from hers, and he suddenly stiffened, withdrawing from her as the hot, wet spurt of his seed painted her inner thigh.
In the aftermath, he kissed her temple, his breathing as ragged as hers, rolling them both to their sides. Gently, he brushed the wayward hair from her face, his gaze seeking, searching.
“How are you, sweet angel?”
She didn’t feel like an angel in this moment, nor did she feel particularly sweet. She had just been as wicked as could be with him. And she had cherished every second of it.
“I have never been better,” she told him honestly.
Because there was no greater feeling in all the world, she was quite convinced, than the one settling over her now. It was the pleasant glow of knowing she was in the arms of the man who loved her, and they were about to spend the rest of their lives together.
CHAPTER 4
King woke to the faint gilt streams of dawn sifting through the window dressings and the rustling of fabric as Verity slipped back into her discarded dressing gown. She had spent most of the night in his arms, sleeping in his bed, and he would ponder the meaning of how easily he had surrendered later. For now, there was the pressing matter of his wife about to flee his bedroom.
He’d slept like the dead for the first time in as long as he could recall. Ordinarily, he stayed up far too late and slumbered for only a few hours, plagued by nightmares and restlessness. Bedding her had been the most exquisitely pleasurable moment of his life. How he had ever believed he would be capable of resisting her and waiting to consummate the marriage was a tremendous mystery to him this morning. She had dismantled all his plans, and he didn’t have a modicum of regret.
“Blasphemy,” he said, his voice still raspy with sleep.
Verity gave a start, her sharp intake of breath telling him how surprised she was to find him awake. “You’re not sleeping.”
“Should I be, so that you can sneak out of my room like a thief in the night?”
“I wasn’t sneaking,” she denied hastily.
“No? Then why are you leaving without saying a word to me?” His cock was already furiously rigid, making a tent of the sheet and counterpane.
He wanted her again.
Now that she had proven he possessed no restraint where she was concerned, he may as well enjoy himself. Even if she was sore, there was more than one way to pleasure a woman, and he could take himself in hand afterward.
“I am awake,” she said as if that alone were an explanation.
“As am I,” he pointed out.
She fussed with her dressing gown in the shadows, pulling it over her glorious breasts. “Yes, but I didn’t wish to disturb you.”
But not before he had spied that her pretty little nipples were hard. His cock pulsed, liking that image very, very much.
“You can never disturb me,” he reassured her. “You are my wife now.”
The word wife was still somewhat foreign on his tongue, still new. But he liked it. Liked it far too much.
“I thought you were sleeping.”
“And as we’ve established, I may have been but am quite awake now.” Especially a certain portion of his anatomy.
