Page 76 of Scandalous: Family Ties and Spies

“Christ Jesus, woman, you’re not the mouse, you’re the damn cat.”

She smiled and uttered the soft sound of a kitten, to which he laughed out loud. Her hand reached up to caress his cheek, before she shifted her hips again. The small movement pulled a dark groan out of him.

“Damn it, Amalie, are you deliberately trying to make this agony for me?”

“No,” she laughed softly. “But this mouse is still waiting for the cat to prove there’s only pleasure from this point forward.”

The moment she moved against him again, he covered her mouth in a hard kiss.

Chapter 21

Valeran’s heart slammed into his chest as his wife shifted her body against his in a deliberate demand for him to move inside her. God, he’d known they would find passion in each other’s arms, but this was more than he’d ever expected, even dreamed. It was like being thrown onto a fire that burned every inch of him, only to leave him starving for more.

Knowing her body was still adjusting to his, he struggled not to satisfy his hunger for her by filling her fiery core with hard, rapid thrusts. Something his cock was demanding, but when denied its appeasement it taunted him by tightening and stretching him until it bordered on more than just discomfort. Determined to ensure she suffered no further pain, he distracted himself by burying his face against the silky skin of her shoulder.

Soft and feminine, he’d never breathe anything so sweet or fragrant in his entire life. Her scent was etched into his memory, and whenever he caught even the faintest hint of her delicious aroma, he would be able to find her, no matter where she was. His body issued another demand for satisfaction as she moved against him. A murmur of sound eased out of her, and he answered it by slowly retreating from her, then gently returning. Soft hips bumped slightly against his at the stroke, and he froze.

“Are you in pain,” he murmured in her ear as his body roared with fury the moment he halted.

Laughter whispered against his shoulder as she bit down on his shoulder in a sensual caress. Feminine fingers dug into his buttocks with a strength that surprised him as she tried to pull him into her.

“Yes, because just as I’m beginning to enjoy myself, you stop,” she said in a playful, yet annoyed, voice. He choked out a laugh as his cock jumped at her reply. She sighed.

“See, even your body knows what I want.”

“Then I’ll not deny you any longer,” he whispered.

“Thank you.”

A feminine snort of laughter escaped her, but became a gasp of pleasure as he thrust his body into her in one quick stroke. Withdrawing from her again, his body drove into hers a little harder, and she shuddered. The instant he hesitated, she released a soft sound of irritation.

“If you stop one more time, I’m—”

Her sultry voice died in a wild cry of delight as he increased the strokes of his body into hers. Warm hands clutched at his hips as she tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence, met him thrust for thrust. Too quickly, his body reacted to her encouragement and took control of his senses.

One hot stroke after another made his body vibrate against hers. This was what he’d ached for since that night in the abbey. With each pulse of his body against hers, he silently declared she was his, and no other man could have her. The scent of her filled his nostrils. It was a drug for his senses, and he eagerly inhaled as much of her sweet, fresh fragrance as he could.

His hand brushed over a soft, fully curved thigh. Not even silk could compare to her skin. Sliding his hand down along her leg, he bent it at the knee to sink deeper into her slick folds. God help him, he wanted to indulge in her delicious body over and over again.

Never had any woman ever fit him so perfectly. Her softly rounded body melded into his until their bodies were one. Desire became a tangible current over his skin as his fingers traced their way down along the side of one breast, before moving on to the next silky spot.

Every place his fingers caressed, he found rich feminine curves that threatened to steal his breath away. His fingers sought out the sensitive, plump nub inside her creamy folds. As he caressed the spot, her hips arched up into his, and she released a low moan. Deep inside, he longed to see her face but was granted only the light and dark contours. Instead, he saw her with his body. With every breath, caress, sound, and taste, he drew her into him with every one of his senses.

Christ almighty, her body was sheer perfection, and he intended to memorize every sweet curve and dimple of her until she was forever etched into his head. Fingers eagerly exploring her body, his touch elicited a passionate response from her. Small gasps and pleas hammered at every cell in his body as he savored the sounds of her desire.

With unrestrained passion, he answered the seductive call of a siren beckoning him to follow her to a place he’d never been before. Her voice held him hostage. The sweet, lilting sound of it made him willing to do anything she asked of him. Everything faded until the only thing his senses could account for was her. There was nothing else except her sweet curves beneath his.

His hand moved away from her creamy folds to brace his arms on either side of her, his hips pounding a fierce rhythm against hers. The instant she screamed his name, an unrecognizable bolt of emotion shot through him. There was no time to isolate it as his body reached a pitch of arousal that drew his sacs up tight beneath his cock.

Burying himself deep into the heart of her with one last thrust, a shout of exhilaration roared out of him as he throbbed violently inside her heat. They shuddered against each other for several long moments before Valeran slowly lowered his weight on top of her. His lips caressed hers gently, and a sigh drifted out of her.

“I take it that means you enjoyed the cat eating the mouse, among other things?” he grinned at her gasp, then chuckled as she administered a light punch to his shoulder.

“Ye are devilish bawbag, Lord Sommerville.” Amalie turned her head away from him, almost shyly. “But aye, I enjoyed it verra much.”

“Enjoyed?” Valeran arched his eyebrows in amusement, wishing with all his heart that he could see her face. Was her entire body glowing with the warmth that was seeping out of her and into him?

“Was I nae supposed too?” she said with bewilderment.