Julia took him deeper, feeling exhilarated and unbound. She was doing this to him, and he loved it. His hold on her hair tightened as he let out a deep throaty groan. She took an excessive amount of pride in the fact that she was able to unnerve the Marquess of Heartford so greatly.
He was hers, after all, and the thought thrilled Julia.
“Enough,” he growled out in a raspy voice that sent tingles down her spine. He relinquished his hold on her.
She freed him, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Is something the matter, my lord?” Julia asked demurely, blinking her eyelashes to look innocent.
“Get on the bed, Julia.” His voice was commanding as he pulled at first one and then the other of his Wellington boots and dropped them unceremoniously to the floor.
Situating herself further back on the bed, she watched him remove his trousers and stalk toward her. His sinewy body coiled tightly as if he was a viper ready to strike.
Julia licked her lips in anticipation. She had fought with him since he had arrived. She tried to convince her body, mind, and heart to come to the same conclusions, but they never did, until now.
Silently, he reached the bed and prowled toward Julia, causing her to lean back on her elbows. His eyes were intense and wild. He trailed light kisses up her thigh, his lips grazing over the dark curls of her sex. “I’ve dreamed of nothing but this since the last time I was inside of you,” Henry whispered against the skin of her stomach before he continued up to her breast. “And now you’re mine.”
His.
She was irrevocably his. She had always been, and he was hers.
Julia’s head fell back on the plush pillows. The feel of his mouth on her sensitive nipple made her gasp. One of his fingers made its way inside of her and she arched against him. “Yes, Henry. More.”
“How much more, sweetheart?” He took her lips in a fierce kiss before she could answer.
Julia let out a whimper of protest when his fingers stopped their sweet torture, but quickly sighed when he lined up his turgid flesh against her hot core. Her fingers grasped at the fine hair on his nape.
The pressure of his body, the feel of his lips and hands, all caused sensations to soar through her. She trembled in need, finding that she desperately wanted to feel him everywhere.
Henry gently entered her, filling her with the most delectable form of torture she had ever experienced.
Unlike the first time, there was no pain, just a fullness, a completeness that she had longed for. An errant tear ran down her cheek as emotion swirled like a thunderstorm inside her
Julia welcomed the multitude of feelings—joy, happiness, relief.
She pulled him closer, not wanting to ever be away from him again.
He slowly took her lips, his member gliding deliciously against her most sensitive area. Sighing in utter ecstasy, she dragged her fingers through his short hair.
Henry rolled them over, shocking her. She gazed down at him, taking in his swollen lips.
“Ride me.” His voice was demanding. Desire glittered in his green eyes.
Julia looked down at the man who had always held her heart. She wanted him to know that he was hers, just as she was his.
Slowly, she moved above him, watching his facial expressions transform into pure bliss. She pressed her hands to his chest and moved up and down on his hard flesh, new sensations swirling inside of her.
Henry massaged her breasts and teased her puckered nipples. Her head fell back and her sex quivered. “Henry.”
“Oh God, sweetheart, I’ve missed you.” He sat up and kissed a path up her chest to her neck. Julia clung to him, needing him to anchor her.
Her speed increased and she found a delicious friction when she swirled her hips. It made the both of them mewl in pleasure.
“That’s it. Ride me, sweetheart.” Henry nipped at her nipple, causing pleasure and pain to race inside of her.
“Yes!”
He wrapped one large palm around her waist to guide her movements. They moved faster, together as one. She was on the precipice of something absolutely wonderful.
Pulling his head up, she claimed his mouth, intertwining her tongue with his in a fierce kiss. Her sex clenched as wave after wave of incandescent pleasure crashed through her.
