Chapter Sixteen
Heaven. Gunn wasin heaven. Surely, he’d died and was experiencing the fruits of his labors of life on earth.
Under him, Joss moaned. Deep and guttural. The noise making his cock even harder when he thought it couldn’t possibly get any more so.
He wouldn’t last long. Already he could feel his bollocks drawing up, tightening, getting ready to release his seed.
Joss’s breaths were coming out in short gasps, her nails raking his back. He was certain he’d still have the marks in the morning.
He’d wear them with pride.
Her hands on his jaw, she pulled his face down to hers, capturing his lips in a kiss so deep that he nearly lost his mind.
His hips pumped at a vicious pace, her hands grasped at his buttocks.
He squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his teeth. Trying to hold off until she found release. He pushed his hand between them, finding her pearl, and circled his finger around it.
Her hips lifted, meeting his pace.
Incoherent words spilled from her lips as she swung her head from side to side. Heels planted in the mattress, she brought her hands up to his back once again, her sharp nails piercing his skin as she called out his name.
Her limbs stiffened, and he kenned she’d reached her climax. Her sex tightening around him. Milking him.
Furiously, he pumped his hips, burying himself to the hilt, until he, too, joined her on a mutual climactic journey. He buried his face in her neck as he thrust one last time. Fully buried in her, emptying his seed, as he met his release, his body jerking violently as it overcame him.
It took a few long moments for his body to stop spasming. His breath still ragged, he flipped onto his back, dragging her with him so she could rest her head on his chest.
She turned her face, kissed his chest, before resting her head on him. Her fingers drew lazy circles on his skin, causing him to shudder, as she sighed in satisfaction.
“That was unlike anything I have ever experienced before,” she said breathlessly.
He chuckled, lifted his head so he could kiss her hair. “I am glad that I could be the one to give that to ye.”
She brought her head up, so she could look him in the eye. “Thank you.”
He frowned. “For what?”
“For treating me with such respect. For loving me thoroughly, yet gently. It was,” she paused, her blue eyes darkening. “As I said, it was something I’ve never experienced before.”
Laying her head back down on his chest, she sighed in contentment as he stroked her silky hair.
Her husband was a bastard. Jocelyn deserved to be loved like she mattered. Like she was somebody important. And not somebody to be used for whatever selfish reasons her useless husband had. Gunn swore when he saw the bastard he was going to beat the shite out of him so bad that the louse wouldn’t recognize himself when he gazed in the looking glass for the rest of his life.
Reaching down, he pulled the duvet over them. It wasn’t long before Joss’s breathing evened out and he kenned she’d fallen asleep.
He sighed. Her laying in his arms, here, in his chambers, seemed like fate. Like she was born to be here. Wrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes and fell into his own blissful sleep as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
At least for this night, that was true.
*
In the morning,when Gunn woke, he found himself alone. He sat up, looking around the room to see where Joss had gone, biting his lip when he realized she more than likely returned to her own room when she’d awakened.
Quickly, he got dressed, then went to the room next door and knocked gently.
He stepped back to wait for her to open the door. After a few long moments, the knob turned, and she opened the door.
“Good morn,” she greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you when I left.”
