Page 86 of The Beastly Lord (Lords of Pleasure 3)

“Oh, do not stop,” she murmured, tossing her head from side to side. It was delicious agony, a wild torment.

She was vaguely aware of him pulling down her undergarments. And then, his tongue found her hot flesh again, slowly parting the lips. She shuddered violently as it darted over the hard nodule which seemed to be the source of the sensations.

Lazily, he lapped at her, not in any rush. He seemed intent on exploring her. She gasped anew as she felt his entire mouth close over the nodule, sucking intently. She felt a hot wetness gush out of her as the sensations intensified, climbing toward that inexorable, bewilderingly fevered peak.

She opened her eyes in a daze. The sky was cobalt blue smeared with grey clouds. She thought she could see the opening of heaven itself.

Suddenly, it crashed over her, wave after wave of intensely sweet sensation. She arched her back, crying out with the beauty of it. As soon as it died down he was atop her, pushing into her, urgent with need.

She was so wet that he simply slid into her, like a hand slipping into a glove. She gripped him tightly as he started moving within her, deeper with every thrust. It felt so incredible she cried out. The aftershocks from her pleasure were still tingling within her, but now, they were intensifying again, gathering momentum, like a snowball rushing down a hill.

She gazed up at him. Her man. His face still bruised from that terrible night, but so very beautiful to her that she could not resist reaching up to stroke it. Fiercely, he turned his head, kissing her palm urgently, moving with increasing speed. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him on, pulling him deeper inside her.

Abruptly his body contorted, twisting within her, and he cried out. She felt the jerky shudder of his own pleasure, flowing through her like honey. And then, with a furious intensity, she reached another peak. It was so powerful that for a moment she saw blinking white stars. She couldn’t help it. She screamed as it tore through her, leaving her shaking.

“I love you,” he whispered, his eyes burning into hers. “Forever.”

He collapsed atop her, panting heavily. Still in a daze, he caressed her, whispering words of love. A soft kiss. They stared into each other’s eyes, so overcome with emotion that they could not speak for a long time.

“That was…amazing,” she whispered eventually, her eyes filling with tears. “How do you do that to me?”

He smiled slowly, caressing her face, tucking stray hairs behind her ears. “Because I love you so very much. You do exactly the same thing to me. We fit together like a puzzle.” He paused, his face suddenly pensive. “I have lain with other women, Patricia, but I have never experienced what I do with you. It is like comparing day to night. There simply are no words, for how deeply I feel for you. I could not bear to lose you, now we have found each other.”

“And you never will,” she whispered, her heart flipping with love. “We have suffered enough to find our love. Now is the time for us to just enjoy it.”

They kissed lingeringly before they got to their feet and walked back down the beach, hand in hand, as content with each other as two nestling doves.

She gazed at the sea, still so wild and beautiful, and the golden sand beneath their feet. Her dream had come true. It was real.

They were home.

Soon they would walk through the front door of his childhood estate. She knew she would love it just as much as he did. But she also knew, deep down in her heart, that it simply did not matter where they were as long as they had each other. They were each other’s home, now. And this scarred soldier, who had battled so hard, was the only home she could ever want again.

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