Page 66 of The Allure Of Lord Devlin
His disappointment at Dharma’s absence was short-lived because suddenly music filled the house. Dharma was in the music room, playing on the grand piano. That meant the children were asleep for their afternoon nap.
A smile broke over his lips and he hastily pulled on a shirt and breeches, then bare foot he made his way down the stairs to join her.
He stilled in the doorway, the quiet sanctuary of the music room, with the sun casting a warm golden hue through the windows, bathed the space in a serene glow. Dharma sat at the grand piano, her fingers lightly tracing the polished wood, a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes and for a moment he forgot to breathe. He stood silently watching the beauty before him and thanked the lord for giving him his heart’s desire—Dharma.
She looked up, a playful smile gracing her lips. “Ah, there you are, my lord,” she teased, her voice carrying a lighthearted melody. “I remember vividly how very entertaining you make this music room. You take playing the piano to dizzying heights.”
“Without even touching a key,” he added with a wink, as he closed the door behind him.
She laughed, and the delightful sound bathed his heart with love. “There’s no need to lock the door. Our staff are very aware of what you do to me on this piano.”
Devlin’s gaze met hers, a glint of amusement mingled with affection twinkling in his eyes. He closed the distance between them with deliberate steps, his voice carrying a hint of playful indulgence. “Do they, now? I’m not sure I enjoy being so predictable, but my dear Dharma, your siren song drew me as you knew it would. And I’ve come undressed for the part!”
“I love it when you’re naughty,” she said, her husky voice sending shivers over his body. “And I have missed you.”
With a graceful gesture, he took her hand, pulled her into his arms. They stood together, the soft melody of the afternoon drifting through the room. Then his lips could wait no longer and he kissed the woman who owned his heart.
Devlin leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against Dharma's ear as he whispered, “I love watching and listening to you play, but I much prefer seeing you naked upon this piano.”
In response, Dharma’s laughter softened into a tender smile, her eyes locking with his in a silent agreement. Without a word, Devlin helped her out of her clothes and she returned the favor. They stood admiring each other in their nakedness. “How did I get so lucky to earn your love?”
She smiled at her husband and stepped closer. “By loving me back.”
On those true words, he lifted her onto the polished mahogany and soon they were both lost in the music of love. Their movements synchronized, a duet of love and passion, as the music room filled with the sweet harmony of their affection.
“There is nothing as thrilling as feeling you deep inside me,” she murmured, her voice choked with love. “I love you . . .”
“As I love you, Dharma.” His gaze locked with hers, and he flashed a look so filled with love her heart almost burst from her chest. Then his grin turned cocky. “Let’s see exactly how in tune we are.”
She shivered at the promise in his voice and in his touch. “Yes,” she panted. “Only you can make my body sing.”
He drew back and surged inside her, impaling her with his thick, pulsing shaft. “Like this,” he said, and he took one of her peaked nipples deep into his mouth.
“Oh, yes, Devlin . . .”
Dharma welcomed his growing fever and locked her legs around his hips, clinging to him, meeting him stroke for powerful stroke. She felt his composure fraying, and their joining turned frantic, the rhythm building to unleashed crescendo.
His thrusts were relentless in his quest to pleasure her. She held on, wanting them to explode together. Her fingernails scored his back where she clung tightly, her body tightened, and they climaxed in an explosion of convulsive pleasure, his harsh groans louder than her crooning cries.
“Perhaps we made another little girl? One who looks exactly like her mother,” he panted.
“Are you trying to compete with your brother?” she said, still trying to catch her breath. “Do you know something I don’t know?” With strength she didn’t know she possessed, she rolled Devlin over until she lay on top of him, the delicious aftermath of love echoing in their racing heartbeats. “Which one of my sisters-in-law is with child?” She smiled and then ran her hand down over his chiseled chest and rippling stomach to lightly cup his flaccid member.
“Serena. She’s due around Christmas.”
Dharma gave a little cry. “Harry’s wife. Perfect. Our babe will have a cousin the same age.”
Devlin started then gave a whooping cry and kissed her passionately. “You’re with child again? I hope it’s a girl. Two boys and two girls sounds perfect.”
“You’ve already spoiled Angelica too much.”
“That’s because she looks like her mother, and I cannot help it.”
As she bent and took his mouth in a searing kiss, she felt him harden between her thighs and she realized they would likely have a large family because they could not keep their hands off each other. That’s what she’d always wanted. A large, happy family filled with love.
Of course, it helped that his two brothers had finally found their perfect loves. So, their family was growing. She loved how her marriage had given her the large extended family she’d always wanted.
Devlin grew quiet as the passion once more took over and he simply relished the act of love with the one person he cherished with all his heart.
