Page 25 of On the Twelfth Day of Christmas
And they would be for the rest of their lives.
Hiro reveled in the freedom, in the knowledge that they were alone, that they could be as loud and as wild as they wanted. Amanda’s moans filled the room, her nails digging into his back, her hips lifting to meet each of his thrusts.
“Hiro, more...” she gasped, her voice breathless and desperate.
He growled in response, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming stronger, more insistent. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard tapping against the wall in a rhythm that matched their passion. Amanda’s sounds, her gasps, her moans, her pleas fordeeper deeper deeper, drove him mad with desire.
His growl felt instinctual. “Mine.Mine, Mandy.”
“Oh, God,yes! Yes, Hiro!” she panted, head thrown back, hands clutching at his shoulders as her legs tightened around him. “Yours! Forever!”
He groaned. “So wet, so tight.” Each word matched a thrust. “Perfect.” Another plunge. “Fooking perfect.”
“Fookingmagnificent,” she corrected, parroting her brother’s parrot, and Hiro would have grinned if he could focus on anything other than the pleasure of this moment.
He could feel her orgasm building, could see it in the flush of her skin, the wildness in her eyes. He wanted to watch her come undone, wanted to see her pleasure as he poured himself into her.
Finally
“That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Let go, let me see you come.”
Amanda’s eyes fluttered shut, her body tensing, and then, with a cry that echoed through the room, she came. Her inner muscles clamped down around him, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, sent Hiro tumbling over the edge.
With a mighty roar, he spilled inside her, his body shaking with the force of his release.
Spilling inside Lady Amanda Kincaid was everything he’d known it would be.
Bliss.
Her inner muscles seemed to milk his cock, and wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, each thrust drawing out moreof his seed, more of his soul, until he was utterly, completely spent.
He collapsed, his body slick with sweat, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Amanda wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both rode out the last shudders of their shared climax.
The room, once filled with their cries of passion, slowly grew quiet, the only sound the hushed whispers of their breaths mingling together. Hiro could feel Amanda’s heart beating against his chest, the rhythm matching his own. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, then her temple, before finally capturing her lips in a tender, languid kiss.
“I love you,” he murmured against her mouth. “I love you so much, Mandy.”
Her lips curved into a smile, her eyes still closed. “I love you too, Hiro. Always.”
With a contented sigh, Hiro rolled onto his side, pulling Amanda with him so they were nestled together, her back to his front. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand cupping her breast, the other resting on her hip. She wiggled her bottom against him, a soft hum of satisfaction vibrating through her.
He needed to get up, to fetch some water to clean them. Hell, he needed to find the agent and finalize their purchase of this home!
But the room, bathed in the soft light of the winter afternoon, felt cozy and warm, their sanctuary from the world. The bed was perfect for the two of them, their bodies entwined together like two pieces of a puzzle. Hiro pressed his face into Amanda’shair, inhaling her scent, a mixture of sweet and musk that was uniquely her.
A lady who could appreciate fine things, but had turned her back on Society for a lifetime of adventure.
With me.
As they lay there, their bodies cooling, their breaths returning to normal, Hiro felt a sense of peace wash over him. This was what he wanted, what he had always wanted. Not just the passion, the heat, the desire, but this...this quiet intimacy, this shared love.
Now they had the chance to embrace that.
For the rest of their lives together.
Hiro sighed, his breath stirring her hair, as he thought about the years they had spent traveling, the adventures they had shared, the memories they had made. But now it was time to focus on the home they would build together, the life they would create. He thought about mornings spent in this bed, nights spent under the stars, days spent exploring new places and revisiting old favorites.
“We should get a cat,” Amanda murmured suddenly, her voice soft and sleepy.
