Page 104 of A Virgin for the Ton's Wolf

She felt whole. Complete.

Oh my.

He moved again, withdrawing the slightest bit before sinking into her once more. Pleasure burst within her as her eyes fluttered shut, the earlier pain fast becoming a distant echo.

“Oh…” she sighed. “Hudson…”

“I know, little cat.” He smirked. “You like it.”

Like it? She was going to go mad if he did not do it again. And again. And again.

He pulled out and then thrust into her once more. “I like it just as much,” he growled. “You, so wet and hot and tight, wrapped around me like this. It drives me near mad with pleasure.”

Then do not stop, for both our sakes!

He groaned as he thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, straining towards him, blindly reaching for that bright, white heat that blazed between them.

She heard somebody cry out in joy, only to realize that it washer.

She had left everything behind as she grappled with the profound bliss that overtook her. There was no room for hesitation. For doubt.

She dashed towards that brilliance as if she was astride the swiftest of horses. Crashed into it with a keening cry as she felt pure, undiluted pleasure course through her veins.

“Hudson!”

He snapped his hips three times, and then they fell over the precipice.

Together.

Hudson had never felt a release like the one he experienced with Scarlett just now. It was not just a carnal slaking of his lust, but one that shook him to his very soul.

He wrapped his arm under her shaking shoulders, holding her close as he turned them both onto their sides. She let out a slight whimper that sounded like a protest as he slipped out of her tight channel.

He frowned as she pulled the covers over herself. He had lost all semblance of control, allowing himself to be pulled into her pleasure. Because of that, she would be quite sore in the morning.

A hot bath.

She would need it to stave off the tenderness their consummation would bring.

He turned to climb out of bed, but her arms came fast around him, her fingers digging into his back.

“Don’t go,” she pleaded with him. “Stay.”

Her eyes were already fluttering shut, heavy with sleep, but she would not let him go just yet.

It would be so simple, to stay and allow her light to cleanse him of his sins. He could hold her and allow her to free him of the chains that bound him. Chains that kept him from being with her fully.

But the ghosts of the past would not relinquish him so easily. As Scarlett drifted off into slumber, they snapped at his heels likehounds chasing after a fox. He had thought himself wily enough, cunning enough to evade them, but they still managed to catch up to him.

“I am so sorry, little cat,” he apologized softly, pressing a kiss to her brow. “I fear I cannot stay.”

Staying would only drag her down with him, and he had already done so much.

He sighed and rolled over to the side of the bed. He pulled the blankets over her shoulder, his chest clenching at the sight of her sleeping so peacefully, her red-gold hair like a river of fire on the pillows.

She was so lovely, his wife.

And he was so tainted.

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