“So good,” he muttered thickly. “Come for me, sweeting.”
As her climax broke, he tore off his robe. His erection was huge, dripping at the tip. Leaning over her, he notched the flaring head to her slit and drove slowly forward. A groan ripped from his chest. Hot, tight bliss—a pleasure that merged body and soul, that obliterated everything he’d known before. He felt her virgin cunny stretching to accommodate him, flowering around the meat of his shaft, and he knew that he’d come home at last.
***
Gabriel’s face hung over her, his cheekbones flushed, his features held in tight concentration.
He was inside her.
His presence overwhelmed her senses. Thick and hard, his cock was tightly wedged. Each breath she took seemed to intensify the contact until she fancied she could feel each ridge and prominent vein, each throbbing inch. He stretched her, filled her, overwhelmed her with feeling.
My husband, she thought in wonder. Her vision grew blurry.
“Princess?” A crease formed between his brows. “Does it hurt? Are you—”
“It doesn’t hurt. It feels right. Oh, Gabriel,” she whispered, “you’re a part of me now.”
The adoration in his eyes lured more tears down her cheeks. Tenderly, he wiped them away.
“I never want to part from you.” His gaze radiated passionate intensity as he began to move. “I want to be inside you, fucking you, loving you always.”
She sighed as each lunge spread her further, opening her to discovery. She ran her hands over his bunching shoulders, the rippling muscles of his back. Beneath her palms, she felt the faint lines of scars, but she knew they could hurt him no more. His sinewy body caged her as he stroked his cock deeper and deeper inside. Surrounded by his strength, his scent, his love, she felt need blossoming in her again. Wanting to be closer to him still, she circled the hard grooves of his hips with her legs. She arched, intuitively meeting his thrusts, moaning at the friction of the new angle.
“Yes, darling,” he growled. “Move with me. Make love with me.”
His thrusts became harder, the erotic sounds of their meeting flesh filling the room. The pounding rhythm overtook her heart, and she lost herself in the primal beauty of their music. Her body heaved against his in slick and urgent counterpart, the chorus of their passion soaring.
“I’m close,” he gritted out. “Take it from me, princess. Take your due.”
His words triggered a tremor deep in her core. The voluptuous shock spread to her pussy, the muscles convulsing, gripping his plunging cock. The finale made her cry out, and he shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head as he flooded her with endless, rapturous heat.
With a groan, he collapsed atop her, and she savored the crushing weight. The knowledge that he’d finally given her everything that he was. And she’d given the same to him.
After a while, he rolled onto his side, keeping their bodies joined. Brushing his knuckles against her cheek, he said, “How do you feel, love?”
“Like your wife.” She loved the contentment glowing in his eyes. “And you?”
“Like your husband.” He kissed her softly. “The luckiest man in the world.”
Epilogue
Gabriel paced before one of the windows in his study. Normally, the sight of the flourishing lands outside brought him satisfaction. Today, he felt nothing but a bone-deep chill.
“Why is it taking so long, Papa? Do you think Mama is all right?” Freddy was walking up and down the length of the study, his stride coltish due to his recent growth spurt. “Why hasn’t Dr. Abernathy come down yet?”
“These things take time, son.” He tried to sound confident, his heart palpitating with fear.
Strathaven spoke up from the wingchair, where he was reading a paper. “No need to worry, the both of you,” he said complacently. “The Kents are a robust lot.”
Recalling how white-knuckled His Grace had been during the recent delivery of his heir, Gabriel stifled a sarcastic rejoinder. Instead, he turned back to the window, staring out blindly as memories of the past year flitted through his head. Everyday moments like laughing with Thea and Freddy at the dining table. The three of them visiting the tenants together or taking swimming expeditions at the estate’s pond. The simple joys of creating a home together.
Private moments, too, rolled over him. The time he’d surprised Thea with a new piano… and the sweet, hot way she’d thanked him. He shivered, seeing her pale curves bent over the dark wood, his hands gripping her hips as he rutted her hard and fast from behind, her ecstatic cries mingling with his. There were the long, steamy nights, too, where in the sanctuary of their shared bed no avenue to pleasure was left unexplored, nothing forbidden.
His throat constricted.If anything happens her…
Just as he was vowing eternal celibacy (or at least the use of certain preventative measures), the door opened.
Dr. Abernathy stepped in, and Gabriel’s breath held.
