Page 95 of The Last Duke She'd Marry
Lucas grasped her waist and lowered her to lie on the chaise longue. As he kneeled over her, the skin clung tight to his features. “I love you, Juliet.”
“And I love you. Let me show you how much.”
His hands shook with urgency, as he tugged her drawers down. Then his hand slipped between her legs.
She grabbed his wrist to stop him. “Don’t wait.”
He went still. “I want to give you pleasure.”
A cracked laugh escaped. “I’m already on fire, my darling. And I’ve been so cold and empty without you.”
“Oh, my love.” He ripped at his breeches until his rod sprang free.
Juliet’s eyes widened. She’d spent three months remembering his body and what it had done to her, but even so, the sight of his virility made every drop of moisture evaporate from her mouth. The heavy pulse between her legs sharpened to the edge of pain.
With an unsteady gesture, her hand encircled him. She felt like she held all the power in the world within her grasp.
He gave a grunt of protest. “Too much of that, my girl, and we’ll have to start all over again. Lift your knees.”
She released him with a yielding sigh and tilted to accept a long, relentless thrust as he plunged forward. He filled her so completely that he left no room for anything but love.
“You’re mine now.” His voice was a throaty rumble.
She angled higher, feeling the thrilling change inside her. Her hands circled the arms that he braced against the chaise. “And you’re mine. Mutual possession.”
“The best kind.” His smiles appeared more naturally now.
When she tightened in intimate welcome, he groaned and bumped his hips forward. “Do that again.”
When willful, independent Juliet Frain obeyed with alacrity, his growl of pleasure vibrated in her bones. He began to move with a powerful purpose that banished the last of her loneliness. He soon reached a place inside her that had her moaning with mounting pleasure.
With dizzying speed, the expanding rapture gathered her up and flung her out to the stars. She cried out, as she found her dazzling peak on a blast of sensual heat.
Lucas bent his head and kissed her, then shifted inside her. On a guttural moan of release, he filled her with his seed. She clung to his shoulders and joyfully accepted this gift.
After what felt like an eternity flying across the fiery edge of the cosmos, Juliet wafted back to earth. An earth forever changed. In those moments of ecstasy, she and Lucas had formed an unbreakable union.
Perhaps they’d even made a child. A baby born of a love that triumphed against the odds.
She wrapped her arms around Lucas. Their bodies were as close as physical reality allowed. But after that extraordinary joining, their souls merged even closer.
He shifted. “Am I too heavy? Should I move?”
“Not yet,” she said, her voice rough with a gratitude so fierce that it felt like a knife in her heart. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer of thankfulness that this wonderful man was hers.
Lucas’s kiss told her that he, too, had measured the dimensions of heaven in her arms. For a long time, they lay entangled, as the heights of emotion receded. The storm continued outside, but in this room all was contentment.
When he shifted, Juliet didn’t protest. He sat up and dragged her into his arms. Snuggling into his side, she rested her head on his shoulder. She laid her hand over his heart, knowing that she could trust it at last.
“I’m looking forward to seeing France,” she said idly.
Lucas kissed the top of her head with a quick tenderness that thrilled her. “Marrying you will be easier in England.”
She shifted until she could see his face. “We can find an Anglican chaplain in Paris.”
“We can find a thousand here.”
She frowned, although she was too happy for real displeasure. “You’re not going to elope with me, are you?”
