Page 73 of Rose
“I need ye,” she pleaded, her heart pounding. Her body ached, burning with a hunger she had never known. She craved his touch, his lips on her skin. Arching her back, she pressed her hips into the hard length of him. “Please, Tristan.”
She gripped his shoulders and buried her face in his neck as he slowly entered her. Clinging to him, she squeezed her eyes shut, the need rising within her, igniting like hot fire into a blaze that spread throughout her body. When he filled her completely, she pressed against him, savoring the thick feel of him before he eased out, and then thrust deep again.
She cried out. The ache within her grew, causing her to writhe beneath him. Her hips met his every thrust as consuming need surged through her until she thought she would burst. Higher and higher. Deeper and deeper. She threw her head back, arching into him, feeling his weight, surrounded by his scent, and then, at last, she cried out as rapture pulsed through her, leaving her breathless and spent in his arms.
Moments later, his own cry shattered the air around her. He held her tightly while his body quaked, and he poured himself into her.
When their hearts ceased to race, and their breathing calmed, he rolled off of her and gathered her in his arms. “I still cannot believe how you drifted into my life,” he whispered in her ear.
She smiled up at him. “I would weather any storm to lie in yer strong arms.” She pushed against his chest until he lay on his back. She sat up and stroked her hand down his cheek. “I love ye, Tristan. With my whole heart do I love ye.”
He sat up and seized her face between his hands and kissed her long and hard. When he pulled away, his gaze bore into hers. “I love ye, too, Rose.”
She threw her arms around his neck, then ran her hands down his back, which was slick with sweat.
She laughed and wiped at the beads of sweat on her own brow. “Mayhap, ‘tis time for that bath.”
