Her back arched as his broad palm slid between her thighs, pressed, his name a gasp as his fingers roamed, blunt and covetous.
Pleasure clutched at her, coiled, and she wanted more as a pinnacle hovered just within reach, but Miles drew away and she shunted her eyes wide, to watch him stand and yank at his placket before thrusting his buckskins down.
Verity blinked, as surely that was too–
But Miles’ body covered hers once more, naked skin to naked skin, and she instinctively knew that all would be well.
His lips returned, and she felt him there, pressing, seeking where she herself sought and yearned, until with a languid glide and a hand to her thigh, his hips pushed and he sank inside her.
It pinched and burned and incited carnal sweetness, all at once.
“Verity,” he gasped in her ear. “Say all is well.”
It was and it wasn’t, so all that came out was, “You’re inside me.”
Miles’ response was a guttural groan, his harsh breath at her ear causing her body to clench, which caused Miles to groan once more, a never-ending circle of agreeable cause and effect.
Slowly, she allowed a hand to wander his flexed back, felt the restraint within him, the leashed power. “Is there more?” she tentatively asked.
He raised his face from her neck, eyes the greenest she had ever seen, surpassing nature itself. And leisurely, he drew back a little, causing a gasp to escape her, before he sank deep in an act of possession that purloined her breath.
Sensation roiled and her knees instinctively encircled his hips.
“Anymore?” she couldn’t help but tease.
His lips curled. Not a smile. A wolf’s grin of hunger.
And he rocked, back and forth, slow at first… No words necessary as he showed her exactly how much more he could give her.
She cried out, arms enclosing his herculean shoulders as his mouth ravished her lips, then throat, all the time his hips gathering to a faster, deeper cadence, the burn now a thrum that pulsed in every nerve and limb.
His broad hand grabbed her thigh, yanked it higher upon his hip and so she did the same with the other, heard his groan as she pushed back and found the rhythm of it all.
Such a response spurred Miles to increase the tempo and she met it, shut her eyes against the fierce pleasure that was growing, spiralling like a vine to reach the sun.
And then Miles kissed her again, mouths open and wild, before his lips slid to her breast, lapped, and the tension within her unravelled in a sudden breathless bloom, back arching, cry muffled as the fierceness scalded throughout with its bright intensity.
Her name was groaned, Miles’ rhythm now short bucking thrusts, and she had to open her eyes.
His expression was shadowed in the lanternlight, strangled gasps escaping his lips, before he threw his head back, neck corded as a rugged harsh groan emanated from the depths.
With shudders still wracking him, he buried his face into the lee of her neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
She felt his body sink upon hers: the muscles in his arms loosening, his chest pressed tight to her breasts and his legs tangled with her own.
Every sense felt so deliciously alive, and she swore she could even hear leaves breathe, petals curl and stems grow.
Time seemedto slow and linger as Miles kissed the damp silken skin of his beloved’s throat.
He still lay atop her but had very little motivation to change that as Verity’s hands wandered up and down his spine, her artist’s fingers drawing curled patterns of vines and leaves.
Yet he knew he must be squashing her, the sole hindrance being the chaise which wasn’t wide enough for two.
“We need…” He cleared his throat. “We need to complete this manoeuvre in one. So hold on.”
She smiled languidly. “Hold on to what?”
“Everything,” he growled, before he wrapped one arm around her buttocks, another her shoulders and rolled so that he was beneath and she lay atop.
