He fell on the exposed skin like a starved man, still tangled between her legs. He pulled the dress to expose her perfect orbs. His mouth watered at the sight. He leaned in and sucked one ready peak. Arabella frantically ran her fingers through his hair, looking for a grip.
He touched her everywhere his hands could reach, every little inch of exposed skin, greedy for his touch. And all this time, his hips kept their slow rocking motion, grinding against her core, the motion of the carriage adding to the sensation.
Arabella responded to every little thing. Her fingers were in his hair, her body was open to him. She, too, ground againsthim, seeking that delicious friction that would make her lose her mind. He felt her heat, her swelling pleasure, and he could barely hold on. But he needed to make sure that she was exactly where he needed her.
“Gerald, please, please,” she begged.
He smiled against her breasts, his fingers punishing against her skin.
“Oh, Bella. Yes, yes, I know. I need you too.”
He fumbled with his breeches, just enough to free his painful hardness. There was no room for anything else but this sensation he was chasing. He looked up into her eyes.
“I can’t hold back,” he growled. “Tell me to stop.”
“I need you, Gerald. Don’t stop.”
Hearing her begging him like this almost undid him. Almost. He was not that crazy to ruin the one chance he had to show her how much she meant to him. He bit his lower lip to regain some of his control.
“Such a good girl,” he purred. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too.”
He came closer, right where they both needed each other. He looked in her eyes, that vast blue ocean he still had to explore, and he felt no fear, just excitement. With one long thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. She was so hot and ready, slick running down.
“Oh God, Bella,” he groaned. “I am never, ever letting you go again.”
“And I’m never…” she muttered, “Oh! I am never leaving again.”
He stilled. He searched her eyes again, wanting to confirm that she willingly, this time, bound herself to him.
“Say it again, Bella, please,” he said and moved slowly. “Say you won’t leave me again.”
He thrust deep and slow, watching her overcome with the same desire that held his soul.
“I won’t ever… oh, Gerald.”
“Say you’re mine,” he demanded.
“Gerald!”
“Come on. Say you are mine. Be a good girl.”
Arabella almost fell apart. Her body shook, and her fingers tightened in his hair upon those words.
“I am yours,” she said.
“Good girl,” Gerald growled. “Again. Say it again.”
“Yours!”
He moved faster, pulling her to him by the waist in deep strokes.
“Good girl. My good girl,” he purred. “I am yours, too. Yours. Yours.”
Arabella looked at him to confirm what she had just heard. He leaned in closer, flush against her, slowing down his movements so she was focused on him. He kissed her lips softly before caressing her lower lip with his thumb.
“I am yours, Arabella.”
