Both panting and struggling to catch their breath, he laid her down on the bed, then crawled in bed beside her. She reveled in the feel of his strong arms holding her close to him. Their lips found each other again, their kisses slow and tender. He broke their kiss, and pressed his lips to her brow. “I shall never get enough of you,” he whispered.
She grazed her fingertips back and forth across his muscular chest, which still heaved as he fought to steady his breaths.
“Good thing I shall always be yours,” she whispered in return.
They laid together in silence for several minutes, her stroking his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair. Marina couldn’t help but smile imagining this scene playing out every day for the rest of their lives.
“Happy, sweetheart?” he asked.
She shifted so her chin rested on his chest, looking up at him. “Very.”
“Are you ever going to let me make love to you in bed?” he askedteasingly.
Her hand slipped down his body until she gripped his cock. She lazily stroked it. “It would seem we are in bed right now.”
He flipped her to her back, and hovered over her. He stared into her eyes, and she saw the depths of his love for her. She cupped his cheek. “Make love to me, Evan.”
He slipped himself inside of her with tantalizing slowness. She wrapped her legs around him and held him as tight against her as she could. She would stay with him like this forever if she could. He moved with slow, unhurried strokes. He trailed slow kisses along her neck.
Her eyes rolled back in her head from the intensity of his slow, tender movements. “Evan,” she whispered against his ear.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze, continuing his deliberate undulations. “I love you.”
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “I love you, too.”
Lowering his head again, he kissed her as if her kiss would give him the oxygen he needed to breathe.
“Evan,” she whispered against his lips. “I need…”
He didn’t alter his pace, and kissed along her jaw until he reached her ear. “Good things come to those who wait,” he whispered.
She tightened her legs around him even more. She massaged the muscles of his chest before clasping her hands around his neck to pull his torso closer to her. She licked and sucked his neck, knowing she was driving him wild.
“I’m also in love with that wicked tongue of yours,” he panted.
She responded by taking his earlobe between her teeth and then dipping her tongue inside his ear.
He growled and thrust into her. She held on to him and moaned into his ear with each of his thrusts as he increased his speed. Tightening around him, she rode the most intense wave of pleasure he had ever given her, rocking against him she muffled her unintelligible criesinto his neck.
Evan thrust into her again, finding her lips before he moaned against them. His movements slowed and he was deep inside of her to the hilt, spending in small thrusts releasing every drop of his climax.
He collapsed beside her, and pulled her close so they faced each other. She brushed his hair back from his face and pressed her forehead to his. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
Running his hand lazily up and down her back, he pulled back and kissed her brow. “As far as I am concerned, you already are.”
“Where are we going after the wedding tomorrow?” she asked and nuzzled her head under his chin.
“How about Italy?”
Epilogue
Marina
Norfolk, England
One Year Later
Marina threw backthe drapes from a window in the bedchamber of their country home, allowing daylight to enter the room. She and Evan returned from their extended honeymoon in Italy a month ago, and she admitted to herself that she had missed their home. There was nothing like being back in England, with all the people who loved them. In the distance, she saw the trees that hid their secret place where she and Evan met. She smiled at the memory of their first picnic there. He recreated the outing for them when they returned from their honeymoon, and the offerings had been even more delicious.
