"Yes. Very."
"I imagine our babies suckling at your nipples." He laid her back on the cushions. "And it makes me crazy. But for now, I want tobe the one feeding from you." His mouth slid over one first and then the other. Leanne felt her stomach muscles contracting and quivering.
"Tell me you want me." He whispered, tongue toying and tormenting her.
"I want you." She rolled her head restlessly on the cushions. The heat spiraling.
"Tell me how much." He demanded. For some reason, he felt the desperate need for validation. She was wearing his ring and his name and about to bear his children.
Nothing was more powerful than that. It made him feel like a goddamned king!
"Too much. Darling, I can't." She gasped.
"You can." His mouth closed over the nipple and sent the flames pouring through her body. He suckled hungrily, drawing in the nipple, savoring the taste of her. No one else exists. Not the ship in the distance with his relatives on board, not the islanders, nothing.
He did not care if they all decided to come and see what was going on. All he could think of was the woman in his arms. His woman, his wife, his mate.
It thrilled him that she belonged to him. She was legally, emotionally, and physically his. It powered his desire and had his heart beating wildly.
His hand drifted down her swollen stomach. His seed had been planted inside her and were growing each day. Nothing was more intimate than this. Than his children inside her.
As soon as he cupped her, he knew she was on the verge of erupting. Lifting his mouth from her sodden nipples, he met her gaze, made languorous by the intense emotions pouring through her.
"I want to see you go over." He told her thickly. His fingers toyed with the swollen flesh, his body jerking at the look on her lovely face. Her lips were parted as she panted, her body arching. "Go over for me baby." He urged.
Sliding his fingers into the ready and waiting warmth of her, he felt his own body quickening. The climax had her arching towards him, her fingers digging into his chest and shoulders.
"I love you. Do you know what it does to me to see you like this?" he demanded. "It destroys my senses. I need more. Taken more." Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he trailed kisses down her cheek and then her neck.
Bypassing her nipples, he kissed the bulge where his children were nestled and took his time. Her body stiffened when he moved further down. His hands were splayed on her belly as he settled between her thighs.
"Christos!"
Lifting her hips, he closed his mouth over the sensitive flesh and had her screaming. When he plunged his tongue into the silky warmth of her, she lost it. The climax had teeth. It felt as if hundreds of tiny ants were crawling all over her and piercing her skin.
Her body vibrated madly, her fingers clutching at the blankets as she tried to anchor herself. He got behind her and entered her in one sure deep stroke and just stayed there for a minute, his body absorbing her heat and the exquisite pleasure of being sheathed by her.
Wrapping his arms around her thick waist, he held her against him, his heart hammering, his skin coated with moisture. Whenshe turned her head, he met her gaze, his own bright with unleashed passion.
"You undo me." He whispered hoarsely. "There are no words."
She shook her head, unable to find the words herself. Her fingers twined with his as she lifted her head for his lips. The kiss was drugging and sweet.
He started to move slowly at first, his mouth buried on hers. And then gradually increased the tempo. She moved with him, her body in complete accord. This was the man who had saved her, loved her enough to do anything for her.
This was the man who had showed her that love exists. He was the light of her life, the core of her. His hand drifted down her stomach to tangle in the springy hairs covering her sex.
He swallowed her moans as she came again, his own body seeking and finding release. Dragging his mouth from hers, he cried out her name as if it was torn from his chest and emptied into her, his body quivering.
What seemed like hours later instead of minutes, she stirred against him.
"Sweetheart?" He whispered against her ear.
"Hmm?"
"We should probably go to the ship."
"Hmm. We could sleep here." She suggested, stretching languidly.
