He thrust forward, pushing his full length inside. She thrust up, meeting his cock with enthusiasm. She couldn’t get enough, but then neither could he. Twisting his hips, he ground the base of his shaft against her sensitive clitoris. She cried out, intensifying the indescribable pleasure careening through him. Bending forward, he took a nipple into his mouth, pulling and nipping, tasting the salty-sweet of sweat beading over her breasts.
Delicious.
Between her screams of pleasure, she gasped, “Logan, oh, Logan—” Her whole body tensed and arched off the bed.
As she called out in her climax, her narrow, gripping sheath pulsated against his cock, massaging his rod, grasping and then releasing in a mind-blowing rhythm.
He couldn’t fathom the pleasure. With one final thrust, he roared his own release, shooting hot come into her welcoming body.
Long moments later, his cries died out, and he fell forward onto her, their gasping breaths mingling together, their heartbeats thundering to the same tempo.
Chapter Fifty-One
The universe contained trillions of stars and planets. Their planet was home to trillions of life forms, including more than eight billion people by the year 2025. But in that moment, their climax wove their souls together, and they were the only two people in all of existence.
Haven and Logan.
They were a singularity.
It was silent other than the loud erratic beats of their hearts, the thrumming of the blood through their veins, and the heaving breaths they took.
When Logan pulled out of Haven’s still-spasming pussy, he laid his head against her breast, his breath hot on her sweat slickened skin.
It was bliss, pure bliss.
She refused to believe that something that felt so right could be so wrong. She was trying to find a way home, so she didn’t understand why she was getting into a hot, heavy affair with a man broken by the actions of a beautiful woman. When the time came, she honestly didn’t know if she could leave him. Would she want to?
Don’t think about it. Not now. Feels too good.
Her breathing slowed, and her heartbeat returned to a normal, anaerobic speed.
She whispered, “Logan?”
A deep, satisfied rumble answered.
“I’m hungry.”
His laughter sent tremors of desire through her quickly rousing body. How could she be ready for more already?
This is so bad. This is so good.
“What’s so funny?” She smiled at him, his gaze meeting hers over the crest of her nipple. She gasped. His eyes devoured her, their black depths deepening with desire.
She nearly jumped from the bed when his hand slid its way down her stomach, and into the slick heat of her folds. His gaze traveled the length of her torso, connecting with his hand, which was busily building her ardor. Her breath caught when he licked his lips.
“It’s funny because...I was thinking the same thing.”
Haven hidbehind the bed curtain when the maid brought in a very late dinner, and fought back nervous giggles at the utter craziness. Not only had she just made earthshattering love to a nineteenth-century duke for the third time, she was also ducking behind a silken curtain to keep their indiscretion a secret from his household staff. If they were in 2025, there wouldn’t be a need for the secrecy; they’d be uncaring about who knew. In 1817, sex outside of marriage was juicy gossip that could literally turn an entire society on its head. As if no one had affairs. She’d read enough Regency-era romance novels to know better.
Struck again by the overwhelming disparities in their times and cultures, she blew out a pent-up breath.
The door clicked shut, so she let her legs fall from their bunched position behind the curtain.
Logan set the tray of food on a footstool, made his way to the bed, removed his dressing gown, and climbed in.
“God, Haven, your legs are so long, luscious, and as smooth as silk. I can't help but touch them. How are you so sleek?”
A rush of blood buzzed behind her ears. She couldn’t concentrate on his words with his hands slowly caressing her bare leg.
