Page 47 of Mistress of Misfortune

For a moment Meredith felt as if her heart might burst. Then Thorne rolled to his side, pulling her onto hers.

“I have wanted you so much in my bed, I dreamed of it,” he told her as he began unbuttoning her gown. “I woke up, not in terror, but hard and hot and ready to have you.”

“I am sorry I was not here to provide you with me,” she murmured, and glanced down as he worked her bodice down to her waist. “Alistair, you are making me dreadfully needy. I wish you were inside me right now.”

Thorne pushed her onto her back, heaved up her skirts, jerked down her drawers and opened the flap of his breeches.

“I remember that formidable weapon,” Meredith teased as he tugged out his rigid shaft. “Give that to me this instant, sir.”

“You are greedy,” he muttered as he guided himself to the wet, clenching gates of her sex. “I like that very much about you.”

They both groaned as he worked himself into her, his cock so hard it made her gush in response. Slowly he sank deep, filling and stretching her, until he completed their joining and looked down at her.

“You make me so happy,” she told him.

“I love you, Meredith Thorne,” he said, and began to move inside her with slow, long strokes. “I think I have since the moment you sprawled at my feet. I thought about ravishing you the moment I brought you inside. Now I think I should have, but for my men.”

“I would have made a great deal of maidenly noise,” she mentioned. “They would have guessed.”

What he did to her with his lovely, thick cock made her breasts swell and her nipples tighten, until Meredith gripped his hand and brought it to her, rubbing their fingers over her aching mounds. He watched, his eyes narrow and hot, before he seized her hips and thrust powerfully into her, determined, demanding.

Meredith knew what he was doing. He was claiming her, fucking her, making her as thoroughly his as he had promised. She could feel her own pleasure building around his hard strokes, her nub pulsing madly, and the increase in heat and swelling that told her he was close to pumping her full of his seed. She loved that moment. She loved everything about making love with Alistair.

She knew what to say to him as she trembled on the very brink of it. “Make me with child, my love. Give me your baby now.”

Thorne brought her hand to his mouth, biting her palm as he drove deep, flinging her into the hot, sweet pleasure of release, as he jetted into her, working every creamy spurt deep into her core.

They collapsed, and Meredith held him, their clothes a tangle, their bodies shaking with the force of their bliss. For a time, it was all she could do to breathe, and feel him, and know that the love she had wanted so badly had finally found her, and taken her, and would keep her heart safe.