Page 117 of Doxy for the Ton
The flame swelled in her mind as he increased the pace, until each movement grew harder. His breath came out in hoarse rasps, in time with each thrust as he increased the pace. Mimi arched her back and lifted her hips, meeting each thrust.
“That’s it, my love, you’re close,” he murmured, “so close…”
“H-how can you—Oh!” she gasped, her breath catching in her throat as he slammed inside her body. He plunged in again, his movements growing more frenzied, and a nugget of pleasure began to ripple and throb, deep inside, with a powerful sensation, radiating outward from her center until her whole body shook with it.
“Oh, Mimi!” he cried. “I can feel it—you’re so…so… Sweet saints alive!”
He let out a hoarse cry as her body clenched and rippled around him. Then he threw back his head, his mouth open as if he strained for breath, while he continued to pound inside her.
Then her body tightened for a heartbeat before it ignited.
“Alexander!” She let out a scream as the sensations tore her body to pieces, shattering then re-forming to disintegrate all over again as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her, until, finally, she lay boneless beneath him. At length, he grew still then reached for her hand, curling his fingers through hers and tightening his grip as if his life depended on her.
Then, with a deep sigh, he settled, his heartbeat pulsing against her chest in unison with hers, as if they were a single creature, forged from pleasure, passion…
…and love.
She closed her eyes and relaxed into the bed, relishing the delicious sensation of his weight on top of her. Then he brushed his mouth against hers and she tasted salt on his lips.
“Alexander…” she breathed, and he clung to her, molding his body against hers as he moved onto his side, taking her with him. He curled his arms around her and held her close.
“I promised you’d be safe with me,” he whispered, “and you always shall.”
He kissed her again, and his breathing grew steady as he drifted into sleep, his final words barely discernible.
“I love you Mimi—and I’ll never let you go.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
When Alexander woke,the room was already light. He yawned and stretched, relishing the warmth on his skin, and rubbed the drowse from his eyes. The room sharpened into focus to reveal furnishings in soft-pastel shades of blue and yellow, and he inhaled the soft aroma of rose and lavender.
Where the devil am I?
He reached out, and his hand met the warm, soft body of a woman.
It was her.
Sweet heaven, she had never been more beautiful—all the more so because…
His heart soared with delight and desire.
Because last night they hadn’t merely rutted. They had made love.
She had trusted him enough to take her pleasure.
He placed his hand on her cheek and caressed her skin with his thumb. Her lips curved into a smile. She tilted her head, leaning toward him as if, even in her sleep, she craved his touch.
Doxy she may be, but in many ways she was an innocent. Her wide-eyed wonder as he brought her to pleasure with his tongue had almost undone him. He had longed to see her in the throes of passion, but to be the first man to awaken her to such pleasure…
“Oh, Mimi!”
Her eyelids fluttered open, and his heart gave a jolt as her gaze focused on him. Illuminated by the morning sunlight, her eyes were the color of honey—sweet and warm.
He placed a kiss on her lips.
“I love you, Mimi.”
She sat up, clinging to the bedsheet, and glanced about the bedchamber, as if she feared punishment from having committed a transgression.
