“I can feel your heartbeat,” she murmured, wonder in her voice.
“It beats for you,” Christopher said simply. “It always will.”
He lowered his head to press his lips to the delicate skin of her collarbone, then traced a path with his tongue to the curve of her breast. He took his time, drawing circles around one nipple before taking it between his lips, sucking gently, then more firmly as she gasped. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak beforehe moved to lavish the same attention on her other breast, licking and nipping until Sorcha arched against him, a throaty moan escaping that made his blood run hot.
With gentle hands, he lifted her from the desk and carried her to the small sofa near the fireplace. The embers still glowed, casting a warm, flickering light across her skin as he lay her down.
“Wait,” he said, reluctantly pulling away to stoke the fire back to life.
Sorcha watched him, her eyes never leaving his as flames leaped back into being, painting golden light across the room. When he turned back to her, she had shed the rest of her clothes and lay waiting for him, gloriously naked in the firelight.
“Come here,” she whispered, holding out her hand.
Christopher stripped off his remaining clothes and joined her on the sofa, covering her body with his own. The feeling of skin against skin, her softness yielding to his hardness, was exquisite torture. He wanted to savor every moment, to memorize every inch of her.
“I want to taste you everywhere,” he murmured against her neck. “I want to learn every sound you make when I touch you.”
Sorcha’s fingers tangled in his hair as he moved lower, exploring the landscape of her body with lips and tongue. He lingered at her breasts, drawing each nipple into his mouth until she gasped his name, her hips rising restlessly beneath him.
He continued his journey downward, trailing kisses across the soft plane of her stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into her navel. Sorcha trembled beneath him, her breathing growing more ragged with each touch.
When he settled between her thighs, looking up at her with a question in his eyes, Sorcha nodded, her lips parted inanticipation. Christopher lowered his head and tasted her with a single, slow stroke of his tongue.
“Christopher,” she gasped, her back arching off the sofa.
He lost himself in pleasuring her, his own arousal kicking up a notch as her hips moved in a primal rhythm against his mouth. She whimpered as he circled her swollen bud with the flat of his tongue, but those whimpers turned to a breathy moan as he drew the bud between his lips. When he slid one finger inside her slick heat, then two, curling them to stroke that ridged, perfect place inside her, Sorcha cried out his name, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as her thighs trembled and tightened against either side of his head.
She came, but he did not relent, drawing out her orgasm until she was completely sated.
For a moment, neither moved as they caught their breath, each lost in the moment. Then she moved.
“Please,” she begged, tugging at his hair. “I need you inside me.”
How could he refuse?
Christopher moved back up her body, positioning himself at her entrance. He paused there, his eyes locked with hers, overwhelmed by the enormity of this moment.
“I love you,” he said, the words rising from the deepest part of him. “I’ve loved you even before we met.”
Tears spilled from the corners of Sorcha’s eyes, tracking silver paths down her cheeks. “I love you too,” she whispered. “With everything I am.”
He entered her slowly, watching her face as he filled her. Sorcha wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper until they were completely joined, completely one.
For a moment, neither moved, content to simply exist in this perfect union. Then Sorcha lifted her hips, and Christopher began to move within her, setting a rhythm that built gradually from gentle to urgent.
The firelight played across their bodies as Christopher drove into her with deep thrusts, his gaze fixed on where her breasts swayed with each movement. He lowered his head, capturing one peaked nipple between his lips, drawing a gasp from her throat. Sorcha’s hand slipped between them, fingers gently cupping and caressing him, causing him to bite down on his bottom lip as he fought for control. In response, his thumb found her sensitive bud, circling with a deliberate pressure that made her arch beneath him, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through them both.
“Look at me,” he urged as he felt her begin to tighten around him. “I want to see you.”
Sorcha opened his eyes and met his gaze, vulnerable and trusting and filled with such love it made his heart ache. He had never expected the night to end like this after she’d run away. He thrust harder, wanting to feel her come around him.
Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in a silent cry that finally broke into a throaty moan as her release claimed her. Her inner walls pulsed around him in rhythmic waves, each contraction drawing him deeper. The sight of her head thrown back, exposing the vulnerable arch of her throat, and her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath pushed Christopher over the edge.
He buried himself to the hilt, feeling the exquisite pressure build at the base of his spine before he filled her with his seed. And the potential of a new life. A child. Their child.
They held each other, catching their breath as the last waves of pleasure faded. Christopher rested his forehead against hers,not ready to pull away. The fire popped in the grate beside them, but their skin was already flushed and warm from what they’d just shared.
“I never knew it could be like this,” Sorcha whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his damp back.
