Page 105 of The Language of Love

His eyes were black and bottomless as he worked her in deep, measured strokes while she struggled to adjust to his length and girth.

“I’ve thought of doing this with you for weeks,” he said, his voice tense with suppressed need while his hips pumped harder. “You surpass even my fantasies, Annis.”

Annis feared her heart would explode with love for him. She couldn’t express what she felt with words, so she opened herself to him, tilting her hips to invite him deeper.

He gave a grunt of approval and plunged deeper.

Annis hooked her legs around his hips and clung to him as his thrusts became wild and savage, until he hilted himself almost painfully deep and threw back his head with a shout, his shaft flexing and thickening as he filled her with heat.

After a long moment, he shuddered, sighed, and then lowered his body onto hers, engulfing her and crushing her.

It was a struggle to breathe but being surrounded by him was worth the effort.

You surpass even my fantasies, Annis.

She shivered as the beautiful words wended their way through her exhaustion. Had anyone ever said such a lovely thing to her before? If they had, she couldn’t recall it.

Annis pressed her lips against the damp, faintly salty skin of his throat and reveled in her happiness.

All too soon, he came back to himself. “Crushing you,” he mumbled. “Sorry.”

Before she could deny it, he turned both their bodies, so she was lying on top of him, his softening shaft still inside her.

He pulled the blankets up over them, covering her before sliding his arms around her and holding her tight.

“Good?” he asked, an enormous yawn stretching the word.

“Good.”

One big hand cupped her bottom and gave her a gentle squeeze before his breathing deepened and his body relaxed.

You surpass even my fantasies, Annis.

Annis was smiling as she drifted into a half-doze, the lovely, lovely words echoing in her head.