Page 95 of The Moonstone Major
Such a soft, lovely throat.
He quickly helped her out of her undergarments, then shed the last of his clothing before carrying her to the bed and settling her in the middle of it. The night of the storm had been for her pleasure, but tonight would be for both of theirs.
He was hard and throbbing by the time he readied her and felt his own wild need as he touched her intimately. She was ready for him, and her hips moved in a sinuous motion, eager to take him in. “Chloe, love. I will never have enough of you.”
She arched against him, softly crying out in pleasure when he kissed her soft breasts.
He almost spent himself while easing into her hot, tight opening. She was a delicious ball of fire.
He loved everything about the way she felt, the silkiness of her skin and the scent of her arousal. She was a wildflower unfurling in the sun. Her breasts were full and responsive as he put his mouth to one lush mound and suckled the sweet tip.
He moved slowly, trying to be gentle, for this was her first time, and he did not want her to feel any discomfort. He had never taken a virgin before, had no idea what she could handle, although she did not seem to be complaining. “Chloe…”
It was hard to think straight or do more than grunt while he was now inside her and half mindless while thrusting into her delicious body. He tried to go slow, but that control left him when he realized she had taken all of him in and was not suffering for it. Quite the opposite—she seemed hungry for him.
He simply allowed his thoughts to disappear into the air and allowed the carnal part of him to take over. But it was not merely a matter of the flesh, for mixed in with his raw desire was also the wealth of feelings he had for Chloe.
Fire consumed him as he moved inside her, kissed and touched her. Wrapped his arms around her and held her with all the love in his heart.
He looked down at her, at her long lashes resting on porcelain cheeks as they lay closed, at her beautiful bow mouth slightly open and awaiting his kiss. Her body moved with his, following his lead, and she held tightly to his shoulders as pleasure built inside of her. He thrust harder, knowing he was close as well, and wanting them to reach their pleasure together.
Then it happened.
He felt her shudders and soft cries as she reached her climax and shattered.
He followed soon after, spilling himself into her until there was not a droplet left in him. He was wrung dry and collapsed atop her, growling in satisfaction.
After a moment to savor their lovemaking, he rolled off her and eased onto his back. “Blessed saints, that was good.”
She chuckled.
He drew her up against him and circled his arms around her. “Did I hurt you, love?”
“No.” She caressed his cheek. “It was wonderful. You were wonderful. This entire day has been everything I hoped it would be, even better than I’d hoped.”
He lightly caressed her body. “For me too.”
She reached up and kissed him on the cheek. “You sound wistful.”
“Just thinking of my past and all the events that led me here to find you. I never thought I would marry, never believed I would have the capacity to trust or love. But it came so easily with you, Chloe. As though my heart had always left space for you to fill it. As though it had simply been waiting for you to appear in my life. Blessed saints, I am your husband.Yourhusband.”
He shifted their positions and rolled her under him, loving the way her hair splayed like dark fire on their bed sheets. “I have a family,” he said in amazement, burying his hands in her lush curls and gently sliding his fingers through the gloriously long strands. “I haveyou. You are my family, and I now belong to you. Ibelong, Chloe. If we are ever so blessed, I will one day be a father.”
“Does it not feel a bit daunting? To be a parent.” She cast him an impish grin. “And I am now realizing just how pampered I was as the youngest in the family. My parents and sisters doted on me. Good heavens, will I be an adequate mother?”
“You will be the best mother in all of England. I’ve seen you with Imogen and Ella. They adore you. More important, I adore you. I know our children will always be loved and protected whether or not I am around. They will know a mother’s love as I never did.”
“I am so sorry for all you were deprived. I will try my hardest never to fail you as a wife. You must tell me if ever you are unhappy over something I am doing. We must always be honest with each other.”
“We’ll be fine, love.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “Well, the night is young. Do you not think we ought to work on creating these children for us to dote on?”
She laughed. “I think that is a wonderful plan.”
He knew this was one task to which he would be most attentive.
*
Later that night,while Chloe was asleep and beautifully lost in her dreams, he strode to the small balcony and stared out over the dark waters. The tide was out and the moon shone down upon the ebbing waters to illuminate the moonstones hidden beneath the sandy bottom.
