A breath tore out of her when he slipped his hand between her thighs, where she ached the most.
Her legs widened of their own accord to give him better access, and he took complete advantage of that. Slipping his hand under the hem of her nightgown required but a moment.
A growling noise came out of him when he brushed her. It was a sound filled with hunger that made her quiver more.
His mouth never left her breast as he rubbed her, and it didn’t take long before her whole body shivered with a release so powerful she had to arch her back.
When the spasms died down, she lay boneless on the bed, grateful she hadn’t experienced such a pleasure before because she wanted it to be him. Samuel—only he was supposed to give her so much pleasure.
He caressed her inner thighs for a long time, soothing a different type of ache inside her, for she craved his gentle touch as well. Now and then, he dipped his head to kiss her breasts until the fire returned.
He scattered kisses down her belly, nestling himself between her legs, and she had to watch. His golden hair tickled her inner thighs as he parted her thighs and grabbed her hips.
His mouth was on her, and her back arched again.
The sweet, gentle strokes of his tongue were a shock of heat and wetness. He kissed her deeply, holding her hips still because she kept writhing.
She had no idea—none—that a kiss could be so wonderfully pleasurable. The past years of sickness were blasted into oblivion by that kiss.
The longer he ran his tongue over her, the more she thrashed and couldn’t hold back her loud moans and cries.
She’d stopped caring about being quiet when his tongue, lips, and fingers shocked her with pleasure. The second release wasmore powerful, stronger, and more intimate than the first, and it shattered her.
She screamed out her pleasure, or maybe she whispered. She had no idea.
She was certain only of Samuel’s warm body next to her as he held her against his chest. She snuggled closer to him, so close there wasn’t any space between them.
His heart beat a fast rhythm against her palm, surely matching hers.
