Page 75 of The Viscount's Unwanted Bride
Nevertheless, he thrust the head of his cock inside her and paused for her to adjust. Her breath caught, and she tensed, clamping down almost painfully, but then her breathing eased, and she wriggled her hips, making space to accommodate him. He inched in bit by bit, pausing often so as not to rush her.
Finally, he was seated deep within her. All of the strain dissipated from his muscles.
She was here.
She was safe.
Most importantly, she wasalive.
He began to move inside her and found her lips, claiming them with a kiss. Her lips parted and he rubbed his tongue against hers, pleased when she moaned and deepened the kiss.
Her inexperience was clear, but part of him was thrilled to know that she’d never been with another man like this. He was the only one who’d seen her eyelids droop with pleasure and her lips part on a sigh. The only one who’d felt her tight, hot heat clasp around him. The only one who’d tasted her sweet lips.
She wrapped her ankles around the backs of his thighs, holding him in place and opening herself to him even more.
Lord, she felt exquisite.
He kept up a slow, steady rhythm, the frantic edge of his need dulled with the evidence of her vibrancy. Her life.
Pleasure built at the base of his spine, and he rocked, making sure to bump against her clitoris with each thrust until she criedhis name and clenched around him. Her orgasm drew his own from him, and he emptied himself inside her.
Immediately, he turned rigid.
Fuck.
What had he done?
He’d forgotten to pull out.
This was bad.
At this very second, they could be conceiving a baby together.
Or, worse,notbe.
He should have pulled out. Why hadn’t he thought about it? He was usually so careful. His goddamn emotions had gotten the better of him.
Now, she’d pay for his mistake.
Goddamnit.
His jaw locked, and he pushed off her and rolled onto his back beside her. He clasped her hand a little too tightly and gazed sightlessly upward.
He’d made love with her. His seed was inside her. If it took, he risked the agony of another miscarriage. If it didn’t, there was the chance she’d walk the same path as Elizabeth and be stolen from him by melancholy.
Either way, nothing good could come of this.
“Theo?” Her voice was soft, hesitant. “What’s wrong?”
He slammed his eyes shut and swore under his breath. Now, to add to his sins, he’d worried his wife at a time when she should be free to bask in the glow of their joining.
“All is well.”
His tone was the last thing from reassuring, but he couldn’t seem to fix it.
“Theo.” He sensed her movement as she propped herself up on her elbow. “Tell me.”
He opened his eyes. Her face hovered over his, a groove between her eyebrows and brackets of strain around her mouth.
