His body pumped against her and she rose up to meet him. “I meant to make this slow and sensual,” he moaned. “I meant to worship your body.”
“Please,” she moaned. She moved her legs apart, trying to assuage the burn, to get closer to his hardness.
“Please make this slow and please be sensual?” he asked, pressing against her.
“Please don’t wait,” she corrected on a sob. “Now, Luke, now.”
He let out a guttural moan, rose up, and then pushed inside her.
Dani made a little cry. She was so new to this, he was so large, and the boat keeled at that exact moment, pressing him deeper.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” he hissed in the same moment she whispered,“More.”
He said, “But I can—”
She lashed out, slapping a hand against his bottom, holding him in place. “More,” she said again.
“You will end me,” he said, but he thrust deeper. Dani reveled in the fullness, the closeness, the rocking of the boat. She loved the weight of him, the smell of him, the reality of him here, in her arms, alive andhers. She didn’t care about the discomfort, she wanted to feel him. Acutely. Undeniably. Him.
Luke held perfectly still, and Dani frowned. This was only their second go at this, but she knew what came next, and it wasn’t stillness. They had so much time to make up for. Sucking in air, she tried to press up against the fullness of him.
“Wait,” he gritted out slowly, “wait. Wait. Wait. Your eagerness excites me, Princess; believe me it does. And ‘eagerness’ doesn’t begin to describe what I feel, but let us simply...”
He didn’t finish. Instead he kissed her. Softly. Slowly. A gentle kiss with the tiniest little lick. He moved away, sliding lower, and Dani raised her chin, following his mouth. He was at her breast, sucking. Languidly, eyelids heavy, he toyed with first one, then the other.
“Oh,” Dani said, breathing in. “Oooh.” Luke captured her lips in another slow kiss, less gentle this time, longer. His tongue dueled with hers. His hand found her breast. The boat creaked and rocked, tipping their bodies together. A moan escaped Dani’s lips.
The awareness of his weight and his size began, slowly, to dissolve. The kiss consumed her; she was lost. He moved his hand away from her breast, and she cried out in protest, bowing up to him. He groaned and his fingers returned.
Without realizing it, Dani began, ever so slightly, to move her hips beneath him. The delicious burn had returned, and now she had something big and hard to satisfy it.
“Careful,” he teased against her mouth.
She moved again, pressing up with more force, and he gave the slightest little return push.
“Alright?” he asked.
Dani nodded against his lips. “Please. Enough.”
“Enough what?”
“Enough waiting,” she said, her voice a whine. She pressed up in earnest, loving the feel of him inside her, lovinghim—needing him.
His reply was a groan, and he began to move, pulling up and pressing down, riding her faster and faster, chasing a rhythm as old as time.
Dani received every thrust, allowing the pounding pleasure to blend with her exhaustion and the hope of the last days. The combination transcended consciousness. She floated, she sank, she was flooded with sensation and spun through the air.
When the friction and the heat and the harmony of their bodies culminated—when pleasure rained down in a shimmering mist—Dani wept. She smiled, and wept, she kissed him. She tried to hold him with arms so weak.
“Do you want a family with me, Princess?” Luke rasped.
“What?” she asked, trying to force her brain to function amid all the shimmering light.
“Our life, Eastwell, the... sheep? Is that what you want? And babies, too? Because...” He let the sentence trail off, hanging his head against her shoulder.
Realization dawned and Dani breathed, “Yes, yes, of course, Luke. That is what I want.”
He let out a guttural sort of moan. “You’re certain?”
