“Damn it, woman, I am trying to make this as painless as possible for you,” he said.
“Then get inside me, now,” she ordered him, breathless.
Her words seemed to be all the impetus he required. He started moving faster, thrusting deeper. He guided her legs around his waist, and he reached a part of her that she had not even known existed. If she had thought the sensation of him inside her had been exquisite before, he proved her wrong now.
It was magnificent.
Glorious.
Thrilling.
“How does this feel?” he asked her, his voice tense, the cords in his neck standing in rigid relief.
“Wonderful,” she said, her back bowing from the bed as she tried to bring him deeper, seeking out the delicious friction of him sliding in and out of her. “I want more.”
He chuckled and then pressed a kiss to her lips. “Easy, darling. I have no wish to cause you pain.”
Her arms were back around his neck, and she was hanging on to him. “Make love to me, Rand.”
On a growl, he began a new rhythm, sliding in and out of her, making the desire within her build to a new crescendo all over again. He withdrew almost completely, then sank inside her, repeating it until she was mindless and boneless beneath him. And when he reached between them to stroke her pearl, it was more than she could take. Desire overtook her. Quaked through her. She cried out, her body tightening on his, as the most primal wave of bliss burst over her.
He continued pumping into her, his mouth on hers. And then suddenly, his big body stiffened. He threw his head back and cried out as the hot flood of his release emptied within her. When it was over, he collapsed against her, their hearts pounding as one.
They remained thus, locked tightly in each other’s arms, for an indeterminate span of time. And all Grace could think of was how much she loved him. Of how thankful she was for the day she had agreed to become a wicked rakehell’s feigned betrothed. She could never have imagined it would turn out like this. That she would find the man she was meant to love forever in him.
But she had, and she was Rand’s now. Just as he was hers.
At last, he disengaged from her, seemingly as reluctant to put an end to their closeness as she was. He rolled to his side, pulling her across his bare chest as he did so. She sprawled against him happily, her head over his hammering heart.
She tangled her fingers through his where they rested on his taut abdomen and tilted her head back so she could see his face.
“I think that perhaps I do not prefer blond-haired, brown-eyed gentlemen after all,” she told him with a soft smile.
“Good,” he said, grinning right back at her and giving their entangled fingers a squeeze. “Because I find that I prefer willful auburn-haired ladies who tell me I need to eat pie.”
“You are fortunate indeed, Lord Aylesford,” she teased. “Because I believe I fit that description perfectly.”
“Yes, I am, Lady Aylesford,” he agreed, devotion smoldering in his gaze, “and yes, you do. And I love you so.”
“I love you more,” she said.
Then she drew his lips to hers for another kiss, and neither of them said a word more for quite some time.
The End.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for readingWillful in Winter! I hope you enjoyed this fourth book in my The Wicked Winters series and that Grace and Rand’s story gave you all the feels, with a side of laughter and steam. Writing each of the stories in this series has been a true joy for me, and I am so thankful to you, my wonderful readers, for embracing this series. I hope Grace and Rand brightened your day!
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Scarlett
Wagered in Winter
