Page 19 of Invitation to Pleasure
He rose up on his forearms and his eyes, emeralds under his lashes, glinted down at her, the weight of his lower body holding her immobile as he looked down and watched as he withdrew and slowly, even more powerfully, entered her.
She followed his gaze and watched as he claimed her. She felt every inch as he filled her, felt her body tighten until she arched beneath him.
“God, you feel so good.” She struggled to catch her breath, “My body’s on fire. I don’t know if I can take—”
“You can. You will.” It was a growled command. “Close your eyes and let it happen.”
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. Goodness—”
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.
They were desperate for each. 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, and the gasping urgency of their loving.
He drove her on; ensuring the road to her release was expertly travelled. 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 to suffuse every inch of her being, with satiation. 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.
Daniel fought to regain his senses. Eyes closed tight as he felt the last spasm fade. A tsunami of feelings rioted within his chest. She was his. He’d bound her to him—forever. There was no turning back. They would marry and live happily ever after.
He rolled off her, slumping exhausted, wrung out beside her, pulling her hard against him into the cradle of his arms. Protecting her automatically as he would for the rest of his life.
Peace flowed over him and through him. 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, but very content.
Daniel couldn’t stop touching her. He stroked her silky skin and tried to think. “I could get a marriage license but since Christmas is tomorrow perhaps we could wait a few days. I think we should marry before Rheda’s operation as it will help take her mind off what is to come.”
He felt her still beside him. “Marriage?”
He turned to look at her and did not see joy in her eyes as he’d expected. “Surely you realize how much I love you. What we shared—”
“It’s so soon. I had not considered—”
“I have just ruined you. Surely you must know my heart. I am a gentleman. I would never have slept with you if I was not prepared to offer marriage.”
“Know your heart?”
He smiled softly at her surprise forgetting how she distrusted men. “I love you, Georgiana. I told you I wanted to be more than friends.”
“Love me?” She bolted upright holding the sheet to her bare breasts. “I wasn’t expecting this. I’ve only just found my freedom.”
Hurt flooded every pore of his body. “Are you implying marriage to me would be akin to being a prisoner? I am not your father.”
“Everything I own would become yours.”
Daniel heard the bitterness in her words and knew it was her distrust that made her say them. But he also knew there could be no marriage, no love without trust. He threw back the covers and began to dress. “I don’t want you for your money. I want you for you. I’d be happy to sign away any rights to your trust.”
She reached out to him then. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to offend you. It’s just—”
“Get dressed and I’ll organize your chests to be loaded onto the carriage for the trip to Hascombe.”
