Page 99 of Trust In Love (Love Mark 2)

I released a lungful and leaned in, pressing my brow to hers.

She touched my face and whispered my name. I shifted my mouth, gently brushing it across hers. Nicolette clung to my lips, urging me to continue. After a couple of soft, almost imperceptible pecks, she seemed to grow frustrated and bit my bottom lip. With a groan, I gave her more, sliding my tongue between her teeth and touching hers, making love to her mouth.

When our hands joined in, already straining with the need for more, we undressed each other leisurely, exploring and discovering everything the other had to offer. I realized I particularly liked the taste of her collarbone against my teeth. She learned that lapping at my nipples with her tongue was just as rewarding for both of us as it was when I did it to her. We both chuckled when we touched each other’s belly buttons.

And when I laid her down on the bedroll before coming over her, she opened to me with a warmth and possession that let me know I was home. I sank deep inside her, moving slowly so I could feel every inch. This was a savoring, because I had no idea what tomorrow would bring. I just knew for certain I had this moment, and I made it last.

By the time she broke and trembled in my arms, I was sweating and tense from holding myself back for as long as I could. Surging in deep, I buried my length in her tight womb, absorbed the shock of her tender convulsions, and released my orgasm into her care.

“That was all you,” she said when our bodies separated and calmed, growing lethargic as we rested beside each other. “Wasn’t it?”

Stroking my finger over her bare shoulder and down the soft inside of her arm, I purred, “Hmm?”

“You’re no longer under the influence of the aphrodisiac. I could tell the difference. You lay with me just now because you wanted to.”

“Mmm.” I pressed my mouth to the swell of her breast and inhaled the heavy scent of our lovemaking. “Clever girl.”

She preened, lifting her chin and grinning. Then she reached down and hugged my limp cock in her palm. “Well, I quite liked it. Yesterday was a mastery of sinful delights. You definitely ruined me for even being curious about other men. But today…” Humming with appreciation deep in her throat, she stroked me slowly but firmly until a muscle jumped down the length of my shaft, and I hardened once more in her grip. “You should always be all-you whenever we’re together.”

Smiling because she obviously desired another round and I was beyond willing to accommodate her, I rolled her on top of me with a growl of conquest and slotted her over my hips until my hardness nudged her wetness.

“As you wish, my lady.” Kissing her deeply, I arched up, impaling her.

We made love twice more before I passed out, exhausted, in her arms.

And when I woke, I was bound in chains.

Literally.

24

Nicolette

I continued to hold Farrow long after he fell asleep, running my fingers through his hair and pressing my lips to his temple. Occasionally, his arms would tighten around my waist and he’d draw me closer to him.

He shuddered once, and I murmured, “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here.”

Almost immediately, he settled.

I tipped my face against his and released a breath, wondering what he was dreaming about. Something today had really spooked him. I didn’t want to be vain and assume that almost losing me had made him realize how important I was becoming to him, but I kind of think that’s exactly what had happened.

“It’s okay,” I repeated softly. “You didn’t lose me. I’m right here.”

He relaxed even more. Closing my eyes, I did too, and I murmured, “I love you,” to his sleeping form.

He sighed in peace.

With a smile touching my lips, I let sleep claim me as well. Farrow had been right. No matter how much today had set us back, we were still alive and going forward. We were still together.

At the moment, that was all that mattered.

Drifting, I drew Farrow’s soothing scent into my nostrils and cuddled closer.

The darkness softened and shifted, a muted light gently washing it away. Then colors. Green, blue, a touch of bright pink. They formed shapes, flowers in grass, and an open meadow. Bright, cloudless blue sky.

I walked into the meadow, seeing a woman in white ahead, her dark hair flowing down her back. Gold guards, like the ones I owned, adorned her wrists.

When she turned, I was surprised to see myself standing before me.

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