Eve surged up against him, crying out in pleasure.
His thumb found a sensitive spot, stroking circles over it until her body wound so tightly she thought she’d explode. “Ambrose, I… I can’t…” She didn’t know what she was saying oreven what she was asking for. She wanted him to stop, yet she never wanted him to quit that delicious touch.
“Feel how your body responds to me, Eve.” He pushed one finger inside her core. “Your channel is so tight. I can hardly wait to sink inside you and feel the way you grip me.” He slid a second finger in.
She shivered, her entire body trembling with need. His wicked words sent her pleasure higher.
Ambrose pumped his fingers, pressing his thumb to her sensitive nub. “Feel the way your body has tightened? Let go. Don’t fight it.”
Eve didn’t know how to let go. All she knew was that he pushed her desire to a place that bordered on pain.
He kissed her then. Hard and hungry, his mouth claiming hers. The moment their lips touched, thoughts of what to do fled her mind. All that remained wasfeeling. Waves of pleasure broke over her, making her nipples harder and her body shake.
She gasped against his lips, swamped in sensation.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. Ambrose shifted his hips and pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance. “Ready, love?”
“Yes.”
He rocked forward, sliding the tip inside. The feeling was indescribable. Eve clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist when he pulled back. He pushed forward, easing inside her body, then stopped. “You’re mine, Eve. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Ambrose.”
His grin was savage. Then he surged forward, filling her completely.
Eve cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. She’d known it would hurt some, but never expected the throbbing desire that went with it. The fullness she felt inside nearly blanked her mind. “More,” she moaned.
Ambrose pumped into her body, building her pleasure back to that precipice she’d teetered on before. He claimed her body and her heart with his, stroke after stroke.
Eve trembled. Then she pulled his head down for a kiss and felt another release flow through her.
Ambrose kissed her until the spasms between her thighs subsided, then rocked harder into her. Several pounding strokes later, he cried out, body trembling over hers. He placed a kiss on her neck, then lowered himself to her side, pulling her to his chest.
Eve lay her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. “That was glorious.”
He pressed a kiss to her temple and his words whispered over her skin. “You’re mine, Eve. That is only a taste of the pleasure I will give you.”
Chapter Eight
Ambrose woke tothe feeling of someone standing beside his bed. He opened his eyes, expecting to find Virgil, but no one was there. Eve’s head was tucked under his chin, her arm across his chest as if she hugged him even in his sleep. It was the sweetest, most tender moment he’d ever had, and his heart filled with love.
Her father won’t approve of the match, Lucien said.
Ambrose felt him then, like a cool touch to his forehead. “He must.”
I thought as you did once with my own love. My family didn’t approve.
“Did you marry her anyway?”
Eve shifted in her sleep.
He lowered his voice. “Did she love you?”
She was as bright as the sunshine. Lucien’s voice came from a spot near the window.Men couldn’t help but be drawn to her. There was another. A man, obsessed with her. He declared his love, but her heart belonged to me.
The same heavy sadness Ambrose had felt the night before returned, pressing down upon him. Whatever happened to the woman, he sensed Lucien blamed himself.
When she didn’t accept his suit, the man accused her of witchcraft. Superstition was rampant, and soon, the town cried out for her death.
