She didn’t need to ask him twice. Sliding from her sweet, warm depths, he picked her up and strode the few steps to the bed.
“Your wish is my command, my love.”
Depositing her with great care in the center, he laid on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows. Their gazes met as their lower bodies fused with delicious friction.
Her arms circled his torso, and he lowered himself a bit more. She ran her hands over his back, leaving no inch untouched. Her caress meant more than the pleasure of her touch. It was a pledge of acceptance.
He pumped slowly into her, wanting to make this moment last forever. Her exploratory hands slid down the sides to rest on his hips.
“I love this.” She breathed softly in his ear. “Holding your hips. Feeling as they undulate while you are making love to me.”
“Abigail... I love you. I love you so much. You are my home. My salvation. You give me so much pleasure. Yes, touch me, my love. Own me. I’m yours.”
Her hands moved to his buttocks, kneading the hard muscles, pressing, urging him to go harder, faster. He did, increasing the tempo until they were both reaching for bliss. Until she exploded. Her nails dug into the flesh of his buttocks as her pussy tightened in rhythmic spasms around his cock, milking him, wrenching his orgasm from deep within himself. And he followed her. They flew together. His groans of rapture mingled with her softer moans, creating a symphony of bliss.
A symphony they had now learned to play by heart.
Epilogue
LONDON.
Seven months later.
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SHE WAS FAMISHED. THEYhad skipped a proper dinner the night before in favor of a light repast sent up to their rooms. But really she could not regret that, as her husband had more than satisfied more than one appetite. Heat flooded her face as she remembered all the different ways Colin had pleasured her last night. He was really the most inventive lover, finding interesting positions in which to make love, now that her belly swelled with their child.
She looked at the head of the table where her husband sat, studying her with a wicked expression, as if he could read her lurid thoughts. She narrowed her eyes at him. Not that she would mind a repeat performance later. But right now, she needed to eat.
Pregnancy was a capricious estate, and it seemed her body had mounted a rebellion and had its own distinct demands. It dictated when and how much to sleep, the amounts of food to be consumed, it even seemed to have had an influence on another type of appetite altogether. Though that might just be Colin’s effect on her.
“Have you heard from Gabriel?” She said, helping herself to a huge serving of kidney pie.
“No, I haven’t.” He frowned. “And I worry about him. His child would have been born about a month ago. And that is also about the time he disappeared.”
“Maybe he just went to his country estate.” She suggested.
