Page 75 of To Love A Spy
Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump.Valencia drew in a deep breath as her body slowly came back to earth and the wild surging of her blood mellowed to a thrum of well-being. A sweet, sweet feeling that all was right in the universe. A gentle stirring of air tickled over her bared legs, its whisper the only sound in the room, save for the rapidfire pulse of their hearts beating in perfect rhythm.
Lynsley shifted and drew back a touch,
She tried to step sideways, but her leg buckled slightly.
Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to the bed. The sensation was strange—she was used to being strong and standing up for herself. It made her feel delicate, fragile, precious.Feminine.All the things she was not.
But at that instant, Valencia found herself longing to be a lady. Areallady, not a iron-sharp warrior, with a birthright to be part of his exalted world.
Tugging down the coverlet. Lynsley lay her ever so gently on the sheets. In the flickering light of the candle, his eyes had deepened to a luminous ocean blue, subtle and shifting as the sea.
“Come to me, Thomas,” she whispered, reaching up to thread a hand through his silky hair,
“ Lucifer and all his legions couldn’t keep me away,” he answered. “But this time, I will try and be a gentlemen, not some ravening beast.”
“I rather like to see you with your gentility stripped away,” she murmured..
He responded with a husky laugh. “Down to the bare essentials.”
“Mano a mano,” she whispered.
“Hmmm.” He teased a finger across her heated flesh, delving lower, lower.
“Thomas!” she gasped as a jolt of pure pleasure spiraled through her core.
A growled laugh.
Valencia couldn’t hold back her response. “Yes, oh, yes.”
“Not yet, sweeting.”
Withdrawing his tantalizing touch, Lynsley began exploring every inch of her flesh. Their limbs slowly entwined, lips and hands touching, tasting, in a sweetly sublime feast of the senses.
The marquess had not been a monk. He was a skilled lover, gentle, yet passionate—a master of nuance and subtle play.
Pressing a gossamer-soft kiss to her knee, he started to feather his embrace upward.
Valencia tried to force his face away. “It is so ugly”, she whispered, ashamed of her scar, and all that it stood for.
Lynsley’s mouth touched the puckered skin, and tenderly traced the jagged contours. “It is not a flaw or a failure, Val, but rather a badge of honor.”
His words made her want to weep.
“You are beautiful in both body and spirit.”
“You have a silver tongue—” Her teasing tightened to a gasp as his kisses inched higher. His stubbled cheek scraped the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sending shivers of pleasures through her. Their bodies came together, the friction of flesh against flesh igniting a frisson of fire in her core.
Valencia could bear it no longer and closer.
Closer.Two as one.
Moving in perfect harmony.
“Do you know what the French call an orgasm?” murmured Lynsley, once their hearts had ceased their wild pounding. “Le petit mort—the little death.”
The little death.Valencia stared up at the ceiling and smiled. Oh, something elemental had died within her tonight—all the old anger and resentment. And something new has taken life. Something she dared not say aloud.
Love.She was in love with Lynsley. And always had been.
