Positioning himself between her thighs, he stroked her slick folds, circling the sensitive nub at their apex.She bucked her hips, desperate for more friction, more contact.
“Please, Tristan...”
Unable to deny her any longer, Tristan lined himself up at her entrance, gazing reverently into her passion-glazed eyes as he slowly sank into her molten depths.They both cried out at the exquisite sensation of finally joining as one.
Tristan filled her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way.He savored the feeling, trembling with the effort to maintain control.
“Emmeline,” he rasped.“My love, my heart...”
“Yes, my love… Please,” she urged, wrapping her legs around his hips.
Spurred on by her pleas, Tristan moved.He thrust deeply but slowly, establishing a sensual rhythm designed to bring them both the utmost pleasure.She soon found the rhythm, moving in perfect sync beneath him, nails raking down his back.
“You feel so good, Emmeline, like silk and fire.”He groaned, his green eyes alight with desire.“You are better than my wildest fantasies.”
She could not formulate a coherent response, her entire being consumed by the sensations coursing through her.His thrusts became more urgent, their bodies sliding together in a symphony of carnal pleasure.
Their passion built steadily, like a rising crescendo.He quickened his pace as she pressed against him and sighed his name, again and again like a benediction.Nothing existing for them now but each other and the exquisite union of their bodies.
Higher and higher they climbed until she finally shattered around him with a cry of ecstasy.He followed close behind, her clenching walls pulling his own climax from him in powerful pulses.
They clung together as the last tremors ebbed, hearts hammering against each other.Tristan tenderly brushed damp hair from Emmeline’s face and placed a gentle kiss on her temple.
“I love you,” he said fervently.
“I love you too, my darling rogue.”
They stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms for long minutes, as their labored breaths and the steady rhythm of their hearts filled the room.At last he shifted off her then drew her in close, placing her head gently on his chest.“I will never let you go, my heart.”
“And I will never want you to,” she said, nuzzling against him in contentment.“But for tonight you must.After all, I have a wedding to prepare for and can scarcely withstand another scandal.”
A mischievous smile lit his face as he said, “Who, pray tell, is the lucky groom?”
She swatted at him playfully as he pulled her closer, his deep chuckle filling the room.
“I fear we are both in trouble if you do not know who my groom is,” she said with a hint of mock exasperation as she attempted to sit up.
He tightened his hold on her and kissed the top of her head.“Very well, my dear.But once our vows are exchanged, there will be no escaping me.”
“I would not want it any other way.”She smiled lovingly at him.
