Page 76 of The Mercenary

“You’re not so subtle tonight,” he said, pumping into her with the kind of force she’d been begging for. Coupled with the circular movements of his hips, Sabine was finally content.

Or would have been had her shoulder not suddenly screamed in pain as it rubbed against the mattress.

“What . . . oh.”

Realizing the mark of her membership in the order was to blame, Guy did not hesitate. He flipped them around so easily she momentarily wondered if he’d made that move before.

“Better?”

She nodded.

“It won’t be sore for long.”

Sabine didn’t care, as long as they were still joined. And they were. A fact she remembered when Guy thrust his hips forward. She rather liked this particular position. She could see his face. His chest. His shoulders.

All of him.

And enjoyed every bit of it.

Sabine found a rhythm of her own and set a new pace. Shoulder forgotten, she tossed her head back as Guy’s fingers found the top of her sex, just above where they were joined. That pressure, along with the rest of it, pushed her to the verge.

“Guy . . .”

“Go ahead, love.”

Tremors took her body, and she let them.

Just as she remembered . . .

“Oh no, never again.”

Instead of pulling from her, Guy pressed inside even harder. When he found his release a moment later, it was an entirely new feeling. She watched in fascination as his eyes opened, no longer clenched shut as they’d been a moment ago.

Sabine collapsed against him then and decided they would stay in this bed forever. All day. All night. They would never leave.

“I love you, Sabine.”

She managed to lift her head.

“And I love you. I’m glad you took me with you that day.”

“I’m glad you asked, my bold lady wife.”

“Bold? I shall show you what the word means.”

Sabine intended to fulfill her promise that night.

Chapter 37

Guy groaned at the sound.

Only one person would knock that loud, and he would kill him.

Despite the banging, Sabine was still asleep. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Guy reluctantly got up and tossed on a shirt and braies before answering his friend’s early morning call.

Indeed, it was Conrad on the other side of the door.

“Come with me,” Conrad said, the words simple but his expression less so.