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“I’ll have to look at you like this every day then.”
“You do, Cillian.”
She reached for him and arched up, rubbing herself against his erection.
“Shit.”
“You shouldn’t curse,” she scolded.
“You should try it some time. You might like it.”
He tore away abruptly, and she cursed. He grinned as he fumbled to tear his shirt and clothing off. She wriggled against the bedding, clasping the sheets between her fingers as she eyed him. He kicked away his clothes and returned to her quickly.
Fists on the bed, feeling the mattress sink beneath his weight, he stalked over her and spied the rapid beat of her pulse in her neck. Her breaths quickened as he covered her body with his, holding himself up on both hands. She reached for his arousal then she put her thumb to her mouth and tasted his essence.
He fought the desire to unleash some beastly, primitive howl.
The next few moments were a blur of movement and need. Their mouths connected at the same time that he thrust her legs up so that they hooked over his shoulders. Their teeth clashed, he even nipped her lip, and then he was buried deep inside her. He slid in easily given her aroused state. He thrust again, making her cry out against his brutal kiss.
With every lunge, she tightened around him. He wanted to close his eyes and savor the sensation, but he could not draw his gaze away from this giving woman.
The woman he loved.
Fair hair swirled about her, her cheeks and chest were pink. She was so soft and lovely beneath him and so damned sultry in her expressions, her eyes closed tightly shut, her lips parted in pleasure. The perfect mix.
The perfect woman. And the perfect wife for him.
When Ivy twined her hands in the sheet and tilted her head back, he knew she wasn’t far away. The bed creaked and thumped with each powerful thrust. Her soft noises turned into cries of pleasure, and she trembled from head to toe, but Cillian gave her no quarter. It took one more strong press of his hips for her to come undone and he claimed her body completely.
Cillian closed his eyes and his strong pace faltered. He stroked inside her, once, twice then buried himself deep to fill her. She caressed his arms as the world came back to him.
Stilling, his heart pounding painfully in his chest, he opened his eyes. Their gazes locked. To his horror, he spied tears in the corners of her eyes. He eased away quickly.
“Cillian?” She grasped his arm, preventing him from moving from the bed.
“Did I scare you?”
“Of course not.”
“You need not lie to me.”
She shook her head and urged him to lie back then she straddled him. His cursed body responded instantly.
Fingers skimming down his chest, she gave him a tender smile. “Do I look like a woman scared?”
“Well, no, but—”
“I love you, Cillian, and I trust you.” She sucked in a breath and eased down to rest her head against this chest. “I have just never felt anything like it.”
Allowing himself a relieved breath, he stroked his hands down her arms and let them rest on her thighs. “Neither have I,” he agreed. “I love you so much it is beyond comprehension.”
Ivy leaned forward and let her lips hover over his. “Well, then, let me try to help you comprehend it.”
Epilogue
“Muriel, the gloves go in the suitcase, not back in the dresser.” Ivy set her hands to hips and eyed the maid with a befuddled smile.
“Oh yes.” She removed the gloves from the dresser and set them neatly on top of the rest of Ivy’s clothes. Then, as she hummed a vague tune Ivy could not work out, she carefully took a neatly folded chemise from the trunk and went to drape it over a chair.
