Page 114 of Harpy of the Ton
A low cry escaped her lips.
“Shh… Relax, love. Look at me.”
She nodded and focused her gaze on him, willing her body to relax. Then she shifted her legs further apart, and he nodded his approval.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her mouth, coaxing her lips open with his tongue. She welcomed him in, and as his tongue slipped into her mouth, he thrust his hips forward.
She winced at the tight pinch, and he deepened the kiss, swallowing her whimper.
Pain throbbed deep inside her body—pain with the faint undertow of pleasure—until, at length, she felt her body stretch around him.
“That’s it, my brave love,” he whispered.
He withdrew, slowly, and she shuddered at the deep sensation. Then he eased himself back inside her. The sting lessened as pleasure overcame the pain, and she let out a long sigh as he sheathed himself in her once more.
“Do you my cock inside you, Bella?”
“Oh yes—it’s…” Her voice trailed away as he withdrew again, and the wave swelled once more, but this time deeper, the sensations sharper, more intense.
“It’s for you,” he murmured. “Only for you. Take me—take all of me.”
“Oh yes…” she breathed. “Please…”
He entered her again, and she let out a mewl of frustration as he withdrew once more.
“Does my Bella grow impatient?” he asked. “You must await your pleasure.”
“I can’t wait!”
He moved again, and she thrust her hips upward, taking him fully inside.
“Oh, sweet woman.” He lifted his head, as if pleading to the heavens for respite. “What you do to me!”
He withdrew once more, then thrust his hips forward in a swift, sharp movement, slamming his hipbone against hers.
“Do you feel it, love?” he asked, his thrusts forming a steady rhythm. “Do you feel the pleasure from my cock?”
“Yes!” she cried, lifting her hips to meet each thrust. Then her whole body tightened, and she reached out, fisting her hands in the blanket. “Lawrence, what’s… I don’t know… Oh! It’s coming—I can feel it. Lord save me, if we go together, I might die!”
He slammed into her once more, and the wave crested. Powerful surges tore through her senses, and she bucked against him, crashing against the wave again and again. She threw back her head and let out a long, low scream.
“Lawrence—oh,Lawrence!”
They continued to move their bodies in a frenzied, thrusting dance, while he roared out her name in deep, hoarse cries.
“Bella—my Bella!”
Then the wave receded, and she descended with it, the torturous pleasure receding, until a gentle pulsing remained while he continued to move inside her until, with a low cry, he collapsed on top of her. They lay together, entwined, the aftershocks of pleasure caressing her senses in soft ripples, until she drifted into a doze, his name on her lips.
“Oh, Lawrence—I love you.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Ilove you.
There. She’d said it.
A woman still glowing from lovemaking, when her rational mind surrendered to the instincts of her body, spoke nothing but the truth.
