Page 66 of A Dream of Redemption
He continued to move above her, and her body wound itself as tight as a drawn bow. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to passion’s power. The intimacy of the moment sharpened as he slid deep and she felt the first stirrings of overwhelming passion.
She sent her hands sliding over his shoulders, running them over his back until she found his buttocks. She held on as they flexed. He began to move more forcibly than before, her hips lifted to match his rhythm the friction of their bodies sending spiraling pleasure to her very core.
“Oh. My. God…”
The restless flames of desire erupted within her.
Erupted into a firestorm.
At her first scream, he took her mouth. Their lips melded, tongues tangled, hands gripping, their bodies merging in a frantic and driving need.
He thrust harder, faster, and ever more powerfully. She gave herself over to him, sinking her nails into his buttocks, pulling him close, urging him deeper, wild to provoke him further.
They were desperate for each other. Neither trying to dominate, both wanting to take this journey together. Sharing, loving, being one. Their senses held, locked, overwhelmed by the slickness, the heat, the gasping urgency of their loving.
He drove her on, leading her on the road to their release. He thrust deeper yet and her body gathered him close, holding him, tightening around him, and suddenly she was floating, riding a wave of joyous and consuming pleasure. Her body imploded in heat and glory and satisfaction. Sensations rioted down every nerve, drowning her in pleasure. The waves continued, no longer gigantic, but ripples of contentment. She clung to him, felt him thrust deep and roar against her mouth, the sound flowing into her, as did his seed. They lay still, panting, soaking in the glory of their union as the waves slowly ebbed.
Clary fought to regain his senses. Eyes closed tight as he felt the last spasm fade. A tsunami of feelings rioted within his chest.
There was no turning back. He’d left his seed deep within her.
He rolled off her. He slumped exhausted, wrung out beside her, pulling her hard against him into the cradle of his arms.
Peace flowed over him and through him, the crackle of the fire the only sound other than their ragged breathing. He’d never felt anything like it in his life, and he just wanted to lie here and revel in the joy of it.
The joy of her.
They lay wrapped together, too drained to stir, and very content.
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Sated, languid, and barely able to move from the thorough lovemaking she’d just received, Helen lay nestled in Clary’s arms by the fire, which he had just fed. She’d never known such contentment.
He’d not pulled out of her body when he’d reached his climax. That told her all she needed to know. He was hers forever.
She traced his handsome face with her finger, tenderly moving over the bump where Sebastian had broken his nose.
“Your brother throws a mighty punch. Perhaps when I ask for your hand tomorrow, if I give him this side of my face, he’ll knock my nose back into place.”
“He won’t punch you, that I promise,” she murmured.
“That’s easy for you to say but he is very protective of you.”
“He loves me. He’s agreed to give me his blessing when you ask.”
“You are so beautiful and clever. I’m scared to go to sleep in case I wake up in the morning and find this was just a dream.”
She pinched his bottom. “Does that feel like a dream?”
She released a squeal as he rolled her on top of him, his hands sweeping over her bare back, down to cup her buttocks. She could feel him hardening again. “You are very beautiful. When I first saw you the day your sister was brought home after her accident, I thought you were an angel. So fair, so pure, so absolutely perfect.”
She gently kissed his broken nose. “Nobody is perfect, Clary. I have learned that, and youknowthat. But when you love someone you love them imperfections and all.”
“Perhaps. But I hope our children turn out to be as perfect as you.”
She smiled as she sat up and guided him into her. “That’s funny, because I was hoping for a little boy with black ringlets and silver gray eyes, a boy who will know so much love, love that as a child his father was denied. That would make me complete.”
As she began to ride him slowly, feeling him fill her completely, she bent and whispered in his ear, “To the children we were.”
