“Don’t let it go to your head,” she muttered breathlessly. Although she was feeling quite needy and edging ever closer toward being willing to beg.
Evan chuckled behind her. “That’s my girl.”
Evan entered her with agonizing slowness, torturing them both.
Marina’s breath hitched as he filled her, stretching her with exquisite torment. Her fingers twisted in the bedsheets, her body straining for more. Impatient, she pushed back against him. She needed more.
“I love it when you’re desperate for me,” Evan rasped, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in with maddening control.
“Evan,” she moaned, her mind too clouded with pleasure to form complete sentences.
His fingers dug into her hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at her lower back. When he thrust again—deeper, harder—she almost forgot her own name. Her moans turned breathless, ragged, her body writhing beneath him as he set a punishing rhythm.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Let me hear you.”
“Don’t stop.” She gasped, the pressure and intensity of her pleasure building so fiercely it robbed her of breath.
His grip tightened, fingers biting into her skin. One hand slid beneath her, his fingers finding her pearl and rubbing in tight, perfect circles.
“Oh God…” Her back arched violently. “Right there… Please…”
Unable to stop herself, she shattered, tightening around his length. Pleasure crashed through her in waves that left her quivering beneath him. Every inch of her body pulsed with bliss, her limbs trembling as if she’d never recover. And she wasn’t certain she ever wanted to come down.
“Always such a good girl for me,” Evan groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against her back. His cock pulsed inside her as he thrust in slow, shallow strokes.
His words made her wild and unhinged. She reached between her legs, covering his hand with her own and guiding his fingers over her swollen pearl. The heightened sensation pushed her over again, a softer climax, but no less sweet. She moaned low and broken, gripping the sheets for balance.
“And you,” she breathed, “are so good for me.”
No matter how many times they’d coupled, it was never enough, and it never would be. They collapsed together, skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding in rhythm. Evan gathered her close, brushing her hair back from her face.
“I can’t wait to see your belly swell with our babe,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her brow.
“Let’s keep it our secret for now,” Marina said, guiding his hand to her stomach. “It’ll be fun to have this just for ourselves.”
“You could cancel the house party altogether,” he teased, “and I’ll subject you to other titillating events for a fortnight instead.”
She laughed, pushing at his chest. “The guests arrive today. We should dress—and spend some time with Arthur before the house is overrun.”
Evan groaned theatrically, making her release a stream of giggles.
“The faster we’re dressed, the sooner we can find an alcove in which we might scandalize the party,” she teased.
“You should have led with that.”
He leapt from the bed with impressive energy, and Marina couldn’t resist watching the play of muscle across his back as he moved. She was quite a lucky woman, indeed.
Hours later…
The house was bustling with activity as carriages arrived and trunks were whisked away to the guestrooms. The staff moved efficiently, ensuring everything was well executed. Marina relaxed on Evan’s arm, satisfied the party was off to a perfect start.
A footman passed carrying a small trunk. Evan’s gaze lingered on the man, his eyes narrowing.
“What is it?” Marina asked.
Evan’s focus shifted back to her, tension flickering across his features. “I thought he looked familiar.”
“He’s one of our footmen,” she said lightly. “Of course he looks familiar.” He was newer to the staff, but she had seen him at least once before.
