Page 80 of Empowered By the Earl (Second Sons of London 3)

“This will sting for a moment. It never hurts after that,” he said.

He cradled her face, kissing her deeply, then broke the kiss. She glanced down and saw his manhood jutting toward her. It was enormous.

“You think that will fit inside me?” she asked, alarmed.

“I do.”

Owen continued his caresses and then she felt his cock brushing against her. Suddenly, a slice of pain rippled through her. Before she cried out, his mouth covered hers, soothing her with drugging kisses.

“Is it better now?” he asked, concern on his face.

“I feel... full. Definitely full. But it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Good.”

He rocked against her.

Now, that felt good. No, better than good.

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Did I say that aloud?” she fretted.

He kissed her. “You did.”

Owen moved again, withdrawing and plunging inside her. Soon, the rhythm became a dance they shared, an intimate dance which allowed her to shed her inhibitions and dance with joy and abandon. Soon, that marvelous feeling filled her again and as she cried out, so did he.

He collapsed atop her, his weight driving her into the mattress. She stroked his broad back, welcoming the feel of him. Then he rolled to his side and brought her against him, his arms protecting her from everything. Her ear nestled against his chest and she heard his strong heart pounding rapidly, then slowly as they lay together for several minutes.

Rising, he dropped a kiss upon her brow and retrieved a basin and cloth, dipping it into the water and then using it to clean her. Louisa should have been embarrassed and found she was the opposite. She reveled in the intimate gesture.

He dried her and then returned to her bed, slipping in behind her and pulling her next to him so that they nestled together as close as spoons.

It was heavenly.

She must have slept for she opened her eyes and saw the faint light of day beginning to peek through the window. Owen was already dressing. She watched him, a thrill of possession sweeping through her. This handsome, perfect man was going to be her husband.

Her husband...

He turned and smiled. Coming to the bed, he sat upon it, brushing the hair from her cheek and kissing her.

“I hope I did not awaken you. Go back to sleep.”

“I need to put on my night rail,” she told him. “I cannot have Tilly coming in and finding me lying naked in bed.”

“All right.”

He stood and pulled her from the bed, into his arms for another long, deep kiss. She broke it and found her night rail and he helped her into it. She noticed all her clothes, down to her stockings, now lay neatly across the chair.

“I will see you later. Adalyn mentioned a picnic. I know there are rowboats we can take out.”

Louisa frowned. “Oh, dear. I promised Lord Boxling that I would eat with him and let him row me across the lake. I cannot break my word to him.”

Owen looked lost in thought a moment. “No, enjoy the picnic. We will talk later. We have much to discuss.”

He led her back to the bed and tucked her in, dropping a sweet kiss upon her lips.

“Go back to sleep.”

“All right,” she muttered, drifting away.

Into dreams of Owen.

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