Rising onto his knees, Charles pinned her thighs wide open with gentle grip, needing to bare her completely to him. Amelia’s face turned crimson, her inner thigh muscles contracting.
He nudged her opening with his cockhead, his breathing becoming shallow, his body impossibly tense from fighting for control. His girth looked enormous against her delicate quim, and he forced himself to move slowly. He pushed against her entrance with a little more force.
“Amelia, this may hurt,” he breathed before driving into her. Hercry mingled with his own scream as pleasure overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, willing himself to suppress the rising tide.
With a deep breath, he plunged into her all the way with a groan, burying himself to the hilt. He began to move slowly, his engorged cock grinding against her tender flesh. He hugged her close, whispering, “Your cunny is so sweet, Amelia Hereford. Utterly incredible. And you’re all mine now.”
“Yes,” she breathed, clinging to him, her body trembling. “I’m yours.”
Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, and her moans became more consistent, a symphony of pleasure that fueled his own mounting desire. Rising back up, he moved his hand over to her bud again and began to massage the sensitive nerves, his gaze fixed on her full breasts.
“That’s it, just like that. Swell for me, my darling,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr.
He fought to hold back the mounting pressure which threatened to burst from him. But the urge to climax was becoming irresistible. He moved faster and faster, both hands now gripping her hips as he drove into her willing heat that sucked him in with each push.
Then it all went quiet and still, until his body released the tension that had been building up for weeks. With a gasp, he leaned over her and rode the orgasm that overtook his mind and body. His cock pulsed again and again as her flesh squeezed and pumped his seed inside her, filling her completely. When at last he was finished, Charles collapsed over his wife, burying his face in her nape, enjoying the sensation of being inside her even as all tension left his body.
“Christ,” he whispered against her neck. “So good. So responsive.”
He sprinkled kisses on her throat, tasting the salt and breathing in the musky scent of sex. He then locked his gaze with hers.
“There will be no separation, Amelia,” he declared, his voice roughwith possessiveness.
She lifted her heavy-lidded gaze to meet his. “But you said one year.”
He smiled smugly. “I didn’t want you to be miserable in my company. But I have a feeling we can remedy that.”
“I’m still miserable,” she said, a playful glint returning to her eyes.
“Is that so? I shall try harder next time.”
As their breathing returned to normal, they lay together, both slick with perspiration. The sight of her, naked and vulnerable beneath him, aroused a fresh wave of desire, a faint stirring that quickly escalated into a fierce longing. It was going to be a long night, a night of chasing pleasure and exploring the depths of their newfound passion.
Later, after he had taken her twice more, driving her toward a shuddering climax with each possessive thrust, she lay curled against him in the pale gray light of pre-dawn. He felt the dampness of her tears from orgasms against his chest, as a silent storm of emotions he couldn’t quite decipher overwhelmed him.
As the dawn broke and they lay tangled, Hereford broke the silence, his voice low and firm.
“No more, Amelia,” he said quietly, his hand gently stroking her hair. “No more late-night investigations. No more disguises. No more risking yourself. Do you understand?” His tone was gentle but firm. This wasn’t a request, but a command born of fear and a desperate need to shield her. “I cannot risk losing you.”
The naked emotion in his voice seemed to still her.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as she burrowed into his chest. Soon after, he felt her relax against him, the tension slowly bleeding out of her body as sleep began to claim her. As Amelia drifted off, Hereford felt a sense of purpose, a sense of belonging, that had been missing from his life for far too long. Perhaps, just perhaps, he had finally found something worth fighting for, something worthprotecting with everything he had. And he would, even if it meant facing down the darkest corners of London and confronting the demons of her past.
