“Then let’s find the rector and ’ave ourselves a wedding,” he declared.
Epilogue
“What do you mean I’m the best birthday present you’ve ever received?”
Hawker scowled at her. As her husband of five hours was naked beneath her, his powerful shoulders gleaming in the firelight, Pearl didn’t mind. She also didn’t want to argue with him and opted to distract him instead.
Planting her hands against his deliciously hard and hairy chest, she sank down on his impressive length. She moaned as his hot, bare flesh stretched and filled her up. Without the French letter, she could feel the veiny ridges of his cock rubbing inside her, driving her mad with wanting.
“Blooming hell,” she breathed. “You feel fine.”
He clamped his hands on her hips, guiding her to take him to the root, grunting when she ground against him. Even so, Hawker, being Hawker, didn’t give up.
“You didn’t think tomentionthat today is your birthday?” he demanded.
She rose up on his cock again. Keeping his tip inside, she leaned forward to find the right angle. Then she impaled herself, moaning as his dome nudged that deep and special place.
“I’m mentioning it now,” she gasped. “Oh, darling,yes, that’s the spot…”
He took over. Gripping her hips, he wrestled her down on his meaty shaft while thrusting upward. His lusty, loving expression melted her insides. Her neck arching, she came in a wanton gush. Before she’d caught her breath, he rolled her onto her back. Slinging her knees over his shoulders, he continued tupping her. The hard, disciplined slap of his hips echoed through the room.
“Bloody ’ell, woman, I love how you feel around me,” he growled. “I’ll never get enough o’ you.”
She believed him. He’d made her come twice already and showed no signs of slowing.
“I’m yours.” She brushed a finger along his bristly jaw, marveling that this male was hers. “I want to feel you spend inside me. To be yours in every way.”
“Christ.”
Desire sharpened his features, made him look feral as he pounded into her. She loved his ferocity. She brought her fingers to her breasts, playing with her nipples, pleasing herself, and if his increasing pace was any indication, her new husband.
His nostrils flared. “Didn’t know you were such a tease, Your Grace.”
A form of address she’d have to get used to. But it would be worth it. For him, anything was.
She tried on a coy smile. “Does it bother you, Your Grace?”
“Hell, no. Want you to pinch them ’arder for me.”
She did, moaning wantonly as pleasure streaked from her breasts to her pussy. Her husband’s rhythmic thrusts loosened her moorings. She felt herself surging toward that glittering precipice once more.
“I love how you squeeze me when you’re getting close,” he said thickly. “Now take us both all the way.”
He snagged her hand, bringing it to their place of joining. Their wedding bands gleamed as he guided her to rub her love-knot while he plowed her. Feeling his hard shaft plunging into her wetness shot her over the edge. She gasped his name, quaking with ecstasy.
Hawker slammed into her once, twice, then came with a roar. He inundated her with his heat, prolonging her decadent spasms. Even when their breathing calmed, he stayed inside her, their bodies and gazes connected.
She touched his jaw, and he turned his head, pressing his lips against her palm. His tender gesture made it easier to share the rest of her history.
“I told you before that I hated Christmas,” she said, “and it’s partly because my birthday falls on the same day. As I was a burden to my mother, she saw no reason to celebrate my arrival. I spent many birthdays foraging in rubbish heaps for Yuletide leftovers. Years later, what happened with my ex-lover cemented my aversion to the holiday.”
“I wish I’d known you back then,” Hawker said fiercely. “Wish I could’ve protected you.”
“You are here now.” She smiled tremulously. “And you’ve made Christmas my favorite time of year.”
“We’re going shopping tomorrow. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
“You gave me your name today and vowed to love me forever. What more could I ask for?”
