Page 71 of My Wicked Earl
“Mine,” he murmured, nipping her wrist.
“Yes.” Miranda inhaled sharply as Colin pulled back, only to thrust more firmly inside her, burying himself. He stopped again, waiting.
“Again.” She pulled her hand from his and placed in on his hip.
Colin moved back, and thrust into her, pressing the bottom half of her body up to match his movement. Teaching her what to do.
Honey coiled between her legs, the exquisite need building again with each stroke. Clumsily, she pushed up to meet his rhythm until their bodies moved in unison. Colin thrust again, catching his body against hers.
“Oh!” A bolt of pleasure shot through her.
“There?”
“Yes.” The way Colin moved, twisting himself so that he would briefly tease her still swollen flesh sent a deep throb through her body. Her hunger grew with each stroke until Miranda thought she’d go mad.
A rough kiss pressed her lips. “Tell me what you want, Miranda.
“More, Colin,” she panted. “I want more.” Ripples of sensation ran riot over her entire body.
“Greedy.” His mouth moved to her neck, nipping at the lobe of her ear. Wicked, erotic things whispered from his lips.
She cried out as his fingers moved between them, touching her with a lingering caress as his movements became more forceful. Miranda heard herself beg.Plead.If only he would give her what she needed.
“Colin,” she implored. “Please.”
Miranda climaxed suddenly, almost violently. She threw her head back as the most intense bliss shot through her, sharp and fine, where it bubbled underneath her skin. It was the most glorious feeling, to float on a wave of pleasure with Colin’s body buried within hers. Such pleasure. She wished it would never end.
Colin thrust once more, burying his face in her neck as he spilled into her, murmuring her name.
Miranda welcomed his weight as he collapsed against her, her own breathing as ragged as his. She could feel the pulse of his climax still beating inside her, and she smiled, wrapping her arms around him.
I love you.Her heart beat against his.You belong to me. Always.She pressed a kiss into his hair and stroked his back, slick with sweat. They were part of each other. Mated. More firmly joined together than any ceremony performed by a vicar could make them.
Colin moved to lay on his side, taking her with him so that he remained inside her. His breathing was still ragged, and his eyelids fluttered down to fan his cheeks, before looking back at her. That smug smile was back, hovering about his lips.
Miranda grinned at him like an idiot. She was ridiculously happy.
I am well and truly compromised.Ravished.Ruined. The word had a delightful sound to it. There could not be any objection to Colin’s suitnow.
Mother would be furious.
A long, elegant finger trailed down the side of her cheek, to rub gently against her bottom lip.
“You belong to me,” she whispered and placed her hand over his heart.
The intensity in his gaze took her breath away.
“Always.”
16
GRAY COVINGTON 1836
Oh, my.Miss Lainscott seems to have forgotten to be timid and demure.
At the urging of her aunt, Lady Dobson, Miss Lainscott was coaxed into being this evening’s entertainment. The piano, one that Miranda’s father once played, seemed to come to life beneath the ministrations of Miss Lainscott. She was known to be skilled at music, but Miranda had no idea she played so well. Or with such unbridled emotion.
Most young ladies learned to play a piano or some other instrument passably well, even Miranda. Usually these same young ladies were trotted out to showcase their skills in the presence of potential suitors, to mild, polite applause. Blushing, the young ladies would bow and hopefully catch the eye of a young man who admired the musical skills presented.
