What was he saying? Her mother had given it to her to subdue her husband. Had she actually told her it was for sleep? Or had Lila simply assumed…? “Poison?”
He nodded, and then swept her up against him again.
Her mother had told her to use it onher husband!Lila could have killed him! Confused and horrified, she clutched him back, just as tightly.
I could have killed him!
Ice cold clutched at her heart.
Oh, Mother, why?
But she knew. She’d suspected what her own mother had endured for years.
Dear God, she’d nearly taken it herself.
Pemberth tilted her head back and claimed her mouth with an onslaught so desperate that it was almost painful.
The good kind of painful.
A life affirming kind of painful.
Her heart overflowed with emotion at the same time her body hungered for her husband. “I’m sorry,” she managed to gasp against his lips.
“No. Oh, God, Lila. I am the one who is sorry.” He lifted her and she wound her legs around his waist. A need unlike any she’d known consumed her. The need to become one with this man again. A need to show her love in every way. She needed…
Him.
Dragging his mouth along her neck, her shoulders, he walked them both forward and backed her up against the wall. “My love. I thought I’d lost you.”
My love.
One of his hands released her to unfasten and then tug at his breaches. She didn’t wait.
She did not need him to prepare her. Taking hold of his length, Lila placed him at her opening.
He pressed inside. No hesitation. No questions or play.
He knew what she wanted. She ached to be filled.
Thiswas what she’d been made for—to join with this man.
This man. “Vincent.” His name escaped on a rasping breath.
He was her other half. Together, two imperfect souls made perfect. They would seal their forgiveness and their trust and their love in an act as old as time. They would renew the promises they’d already sewn between one another.
Lila arched her back, grasping his arms with her hands at the same time his teeth tore at her gown, exposing all of her for him to consume. Like a storm that had hovered on the horizon, passion overtook them both. Lila moved with him. Deeper. Harder. Her heart sang as they mated together in their own unique rhythm, Obliterating any uncertainty. Their physical bodies said what words could never comprehend.
Gasps and moans melded with the sounds of flesh against flesh as he satisfied them both.
The wall shook behind her. Her legs trembled but it was he who held her up, he who pumped forcefully, increasing in both intensity and pace.
“Vincent!” He was her protector, her giver of pleasure.
Two last thrusts, each seemingly touching the core of her body and then, pinning her between his own body and the wall, he spent inside of her.
They stood that way, taking deep breaths, in a silence that quickly began filling with questions.
Lila grasped him around the neck once again and leaned forward.
