Reed thrust harder, and her inner flesh tightened around him. The tempo increased, and their slow dance took on a primal rhythm.
Never had he lost himself so completely in a woman, but with Goldie, he submerged himself. He ached to feel her everywhere, to claim her completely, and he had no doubt she wanted the same.
Goldie thought she’d be shy with her groom when the time finally came to allow him to exercise his husbandly rights.
But that was not the case at all.
His kisses only made her want more. She hadn’t been nervous when he’d disrobed her. In fact, she’d helped him. And she’d had no reservations in disrobing him.
Because having seen his upper half unclothed, she’d wanted more.
More of him.
Him inside of her. More of him everywhere.
When he’d pushed through, she’d felt a twinge, but had otherwise been overwhelmed by everything else. Would she have felt like this with any other man?
No.
Because she loved him. She’d fallen halfway in love with him last summer. She’d handed him the rest of her heart over these past few days.
He had not turned cold today because he regretted marrying her, but because of the exact opposite—because he had not regretted marrying her!
He buried his face in her neck and she ran her fingers through his hair.
He was beautiful… so very beautiful.
And he wanted her.
And knowing that made all the difference in the world.
She widened her legs, willing him deeper. She wanted to feel him everywhere, stretching, rubbing.
He was her husband, and he was making love to her.
And then she lost the ability to think about anything at all—anything other than the aching pleasure that tantalized and then crashed over her.
“There you go, sweetheart. Just like that. Just like that.” Reed murmured, thrusting harder, deeper, growling. He held himself inside, the deepest yet, and his liquid heat warmed her from inside.
His seed.
He was her husband now, in every sense of the word.
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Goldie felt the sunlight slanting inside the room, but didn’t open her eyes.
Neither she nor Reed had gotten much sleep the night before. After the first time, Reed had snuggled behind her, pulling her back against his front, and Goldie had expected to sleep.
But then she’d felt his staff nudging her, nestled between her thighs. Reed’s hands had come back to life as well.
And his mouth.
“Relax,” he had whispered against her neck.
He’d made love to her a second time, hooking her thigh over his arm and entering her from behind, penetrating her with deep, loving strokes.
The second time had begun with a lazy rhythm but turned just as frantic as the first.
