“Mmm,” she said appreciatively, rolling her body against his, beyond words.
She wanted to drown in the pleasure he was giving her. To be the wild and reckless Winter sister. Just this once. Because in his arms, in the darkness, their bodies pressed together, she felt fearless and powerful all at once.
“Damn it,” he growled.
He released her hand, opening the fall of his breeches, then removing his body from hers long enough to tug them and his stockings free of his body. When he rejoined her, they were both naked in truth. He settled between her thighs, her legs opening instinctively to welcome him.
This man was made for her.
And she was made for him.
His mouth was on hers in a long, passionate kiss. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue. It was shocking yet exciting. His tongue played with hers, and he rolled his hips, letting her feel all of him.
He broke the kiss. “You are sure, Pru?”
“I have never been more certain of anything,” she assured him, breathless.
His fingers dipped into her folds, parting her, finding the most sensitive part. Sparks seemed to shoot from her there, dancing up and down her spine. She moved restlessly, seeking more.
He gave it to her, fitting the tip of his cock to her entrance. The sensation was new and strange. Tantalizing. And then, he moved. One slow thrust, and he was inside her. Stretching her. Filling her.
The breath left her. She clutched his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles.
He was still. “Does it hurt, love?”
“No.” There was a twinge, a slight burn. “You feel wonderful.”
He did. Ash inside her was perfection. His fingers were working their magic once more, flicking over her bud, making her senses sing. He moved again, sinking deeper inside her. The feeling was exquisite. One more pump of his hips, and he was seated all the way.
Their lips fused once more as he began a rhythm, slowly at first. In and out, heightening the already intense pleasure soaring inside her. She kissed him back, learning from him, moving her hips in time with his. The desire within her rose to a crescendo, wild and uncontrollable, until she could not last for another moment more.
She exploded. Her channel tightened on him as ecstasy burst inside her. Tiny white stars showered over her vision. She cried out into his mouth, and he swallowed it, still moving within her as bliss rolled from her core to all her limbs. Even her fingers and toes were tingling. She was alive, so very alive. Awash in him. Lost in him.
He tore his mouth from hers, then plunged deep. His body went stiff in her arms. On a series of shallow thrusts, he reached his pinnacle as well, emptying himself. The heady rush of his seed within her made Pru spend once more. Her body bowed from the bed as she arched against him on one final shudder of pure, carnal bliss.
They remained as they were, locked together, their breathing mutually ragged.
“My God, I love you, Pru,” he said.
“I love you, too,” she told him, happiness washing over her. She was sated, limp, blissful, and one with the rake who had stolen her heart.
“I am going to marry you as soon as I damned well can.” He kissed her cheek, then swept a tendril of hair from her face.
“You had better,” she agreed, caressing his back. “For you have just truly ruined me, my lord.”
But oh, how right being ruined felt.
“I fear I have once more violated the rules of proper courting,” he told her, his voice teasing.
“I am glad you did,” she said smiling back at him through the darkness, and then she tugged his head back down to hers, sealing their lips in another kiss.
