“Harry!Harry!”
He thrust one last time and followed her into the fire.“Ah, my love.”
One hand stroked his damp back, the other fisted in his hair, but Fiona was hardly aware of anything beyond the joining of their bodies.His big body pressed against hers from hip to chest, pinning her against the wall.While it should have felt oppressive, she only felt euphoria, security...elation.There was something terribly empowering about having a man want you so badly that he lost all control.
She pressed her lips against his warm, damp neck with a sigh of bliss.“Mmm, that was nice.”
Harry chuckled softly as he bent his head to nuzzle her ear.“Merely nice?”
Fiona breathed out a puff of laughter, hugging him against her.“Very nice.”
“An understatement, I should say.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he carried her back to the sofa, pausing only to kick off his shoes, trousers, and stockings before he sat without breaking the bond between them.Straddling him, she leaned forward, stroking her hands over his chest as she smiled down at him.
Tousled, sensual, Aylesbury marveled again at her beauty and at the strength of will that had channeled all her fears and worries into passion for him.Marveled at her tender touch, that ability to rouse him again so easily with such a simple caress.
“You are so incredible,” he whispered, running his hands up her back and drawing her forward for his kiss.
His tongue teased at her lips, leisurely caressing then deeply exploring.Fiona hummed with approval, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss.Her hair fell over his hands and teased his thighs.He raked his finger down her back once more and grasped her hips, pulling her down as he arched his hips against her.She rotated her hips, seating herself more fully as he stirred within her, filling her once more.
“Really?”she whispered against his lips, her eyes meeting his with surprise.Her hum becoming a purr of delight.
“You aren’t exactly reluctant.”
He cupped her silken breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers before lowering his head.Stroking his tongue lightly across the hardened tip, he then drew on it, suckling deeply.Fiona keened in pleasure, arching her back and threading her fingers through his hair to clasp him to her.Her thighs widened, and she began a slow rotation of her hips against his.
Turning his attention to her other breast, his hands began to roam over her lithe body, admiring the athletic grace of her supple limbs.Her full, firm breasts.Her sleek, muscled thighs and slim hips moved against him, building his passions once more.With the fervent urgency of their first mating contained to embers, he took his time stoking the fires again.Letting her set the pace.
“Harry?”she whispered as if wondering at his leisure.
“This time is yours, my love.Take it.Control it.Control me.”Fiona’s eyes widened at his words but narrowed in amusement when he added, “If you can, that is.”
A dimple flashed on her cheek as she met his gaze, holding it as she swiveled her hips again, arching against him.“Like this?”Triumph blazed in those green depths, but Harry couldn’t have held back the throaty growl that escaped him if his life had depended on it.“Or like this?”She undulated against him, stroking him like a velvet glove.
“My God, what did Moira give you to read?”he asked hoarsely.
“Perhaps I will share it with you one day,” she teased and leaned forward to whisper devilishly in his ear.“It has pictures.”
Aylesbury groaned again, digging his fingers into her hips as he leaned his head back against the sofa in surrender.“Why would I need a picture when I have you?My God, but you’re beautiful.”From beneath heavy lids, he watched her move unhurriedly over him, every torturous stroke firing his blood as he strained for control.Waiting for her pleasure, watching as it darkened her eyes.Lips parted, she gasped never taking her eyes from his.
Their lips met again, and his hands dove into her hair, holding her lips to his, her eyes to his as their tongues played.Every breath exhaled in a soft gasp, a moan, until her enraptured cries drove him over the edge until his blood was pounding in his ears.With a low growl, he grasped her hips and lifted her before urging her back down, surging deeply within her.Fiona’s eyes widened with understanding and delight, and she repeated the motion, lifting herself and then taking him deeper and deeper as she contracted around him.Then, her pace hastened.
“Yes.Oh, yes,” she gasped as he urged her on, cupping her bottom to lift and release.She tightened around him, her body tensing.
Dropping down hard on him, Fiona cried out her release, her thighs quivering.Aylesbury lifted her again and brought her down as he bowed against her, and she screamed hoarsely, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Her release triggered his, sending a maelstrom of ecstasy surging through him as he peaked, flooding her with his hot seed.Fiona collapsed against his chest, and he wrapped her in his arms, pressing a kiss on her cheek and to the top of her head.
“You are everything to me, Fiona.Everything.God, how I love you,” he said huskily, almost inaudibly.
I love you.
Such inadequate words to describe what he felt.Love did not seem to encompass the raw emotion that enflamed his heart.She was so very alive, and she demanded the same from him.Every moment.The euphoria, the obsession, the need, the want.The laughter, the companionship, the challenge.
