Page 44 of The Notorious Lord Sin
She undulated against him, need and the desire for satisfaction riding her hard. She clutched at him, holding him, undulating and pushing them both toward ecstasy.
It was delightful but not enough, but then she doubted it would ever be enough. Not when it came to Dominic.
Paris flipped Dominic onto his back, straddling him. A sense of power overcame her, and she pressed down on his chest, watching satisfaction and delight twist his features.
He was so handsome, and all hers. The idea that he would soon be her husband was everything she ever wanted in life.
She lifted herself upon him, taking him as he had her. His large manhood filled and inflamed her, and she bore all that he gave and drove toward the pinnacle of pleasure she wanted to reach.
"Dominic," she gasped, the first tremors of her orgasm teasing her.
"You're so beautiful," he said, holding her hips and helping her ride him as she pleased.
The sight of him, his hooded, hungry eyes, and wicked tilt to his lips were too much, and her pleasure rocked through her. Tremor after delicious tremor spasmed within her body. The thought of having Dominic for herself from this day forward, to have him, to love him whenever they wanted, was an addicting elixir that she would never regret.
Dominic flipped Paris onto the bed. "Roll onto your stomach," he ordered her, not content for their interlude to end with her pleasure.
She did as he bade, and he lifted her hips to kneel before him. He reveled in the sight of her pert ass in the air for a moment. He ran a hand over her soft flesh, reaching around her to cup her cunny, wet and needy, even after attaining ecstasy.
She moaned into the cushions, turning her head to the side. "What are you going to do, Dominic?" she asked him in a hoarse, seductive voice, pressing back on his cock.
He clasped his manhood, rubbing it against her cunny, entering her just slightly, taunting her, teasing her. His balls ached, and his cock hardened to stone.
Hell, he wanted her. He could fuck her all night and day and still not tire from their exertions.
"I'm going to fuck you from behind," he said, slipping into her wet heat.
They groaned in unison, her core tightening, pulling, teasing, and taunting him. The room spun, and he fought not to spend. He was so close. He wanted to come, to take her, mark her as his. Not that she wasn't already.
He knew the incredible gift she had given him this night. Her heart, her soul, and her future. He was the wealthiest man on earth at her acceptance.
She mewled before him as he took her with relentless strokes, pushing, teasing, wanting to make her reach exquisite pleasure again. Watch her come apart in his arms at his behest.
And he could feel she was close. Her cunny tightened about him, wrenching him ever closer to release.
"Yes, Dominic," she gasped, rocking her hips in a circular motion that made the axis of his soul tilt.
"Come for me," he said with each thrust. "Come for me, Paris."
Her hands tightened into the bed sheets, and the first contractions squeezed his cock. It was too much, and he came, spilling his seed into her cunny as she rode her pleasure to completion.
His heart thumped loudly in his ears, his breathing ragged, and he flopped onto the bed, pulling her into his arms and holding her close as they collected themselves.
She sighed, looking up to meet his eyes. "I love you," she admitted, throwing him a smile that reminded him of the first night they had met. When she had been innocent and sweet, and he had wanted her in his bed even then.
"I love you too," he returned, pulling her closer still. "So much. We shall never be parted again." He knew that no matter what occurred in the coming days, weeks, or months, that promise would be true. He could not live without her, and he'd be damned if he cared who knew it.
"My wishes exactly," she said.
He could not have said it better himself.
Epilogue
They were married three days later, and within the week, Paris had closed up the Hervey town house and settled her steward at Landon Hall until her son came of age. Of course, they would visit the estate, and she would keep a close eye on the accounts over the next several years, but it was no longer her home.
She was Viscountess Astoridge now, and the thought of such a truth filled her with happiness.
They attended the Duke and Duchess of Derby's ball for their final night in London, having decided to return to Dominic's Surrey estate for the remainder of the Season. There was much to attend, in any case. Dominic's finances for one which needed sorting, and then they could enjoy their little honeymoon, be it at home or elsewhere. It did not matter so long as they were all together.
