Page 77 of His Scandalous Viscountess
He rose up and pulled his own nightshirt off as she reached for him. “Scoot back on the bed.”
His glittering gaze tracked her movement. The moment she hit the center of the big mattress, he crawled on the bed. All predator, he moved up her body until he spread her thighs. Then he took his cock in hand and rubbed the tip along her swollen folds.
“I don’t think I can be gentle tonight.”
“Not required. I want to feel you in me tomorrow, even when we are apart.”
She couldn’t explain such a strong need for him after two incredible orgasms, but there it was. She wanted to feel him battering into her until nothing but the two of them remained.
With a grunt, he slammed into her with one hard stroke.
“Yes!” she cried out, the feeling of him filling her an incredible sensation.
Then he balanced on his arms and started pistoning in and out of her hot core. She wrapped her legs around his hips and thrust up to meet him on each downstroke.
“Amazing. You are the most incredible woman.”
His rumbled praise sent a spike of warmth through her.
Then he threw one of her legs up over his shoulder, changing the angle of his entry. Suddenly, he was hitting that sensitive spot inside her that made her scream. And with each successive strike, she felt another climax gathering like a pending storm.
Over and over, he thrust inside of her, binding them in an irrevocable act of love. Her orgasm built slowly, rumbling low in her pelvis as he shuttled in and out of her body. Finally, he plunged inside her again and the storm broke. She screamed his name as she shattered and flew apart. Little bits of herself exploded outward, expanding to fill the room and the space around them.
For a moment, it seemed she hovered there, all the little bits of her, only to reform as she regained awareness of the room around her and her rutting husband. Looking up into his glittering blue gaze, she knew what he needed.
“Come for me, Wolf. Fill me with your seed, and make me yours.” The words rasped from her parched throat, and she swallowed, trying to moisten her mouth. “I love you.”
And then, with a roar, he slammed deep inside her and came. His whole body tensed up, one taught string of agonized pleasure as he shook above her. When he finally returned to her, he looked down as he lowered her leg and shifted to cup her face. “I love you Jules, and I’ll love you for eternity, no matter how scandalous it may be.”
The End
