Page 92 of Her Tempting Traitor
And perhaps…
Gabby and Cassian had spoken of children, of children they could raise together, as partners…and although it was something she’d never considered before, she was strangely excited by the possibility.
Not just creatures to care for…but children.
“Focus, love,” Cassian murmured, his mouth trailing down her stomach.
“What?”
“I can tell when ye’re no’ here with me. Since it’s my wedding night…” He pulled her thighs over his shoulders. “I’d like ye to pay attention to what I’m doing.”
And then he lowered his mouth to her core and Gabby gasped, all of her attention indeed on her new husband andexactlywhat he was doing.
It was not long before she came with a soft cry, her legs squeezing around his head, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He was grinning as he untangled himself, rolling over to pull her with him. “Have I told ye that ye make the most incredible sounds when I do that, wife?”
The soft glow of her release still pulsed through her, and Gabby grinned as she kissed his shoulder. “Sounds? Like what?”
Cassian’s hands slid up her sides as her hummed appreciatively. “Like I’m the grandest thing to ever happen to ye.”
She swung her leg over his hips, catching his cockstand beneath her thigh. “Perhaps you are,husband.”
“Nay.” Grunting slightly, he lifted her over him, until she straddled him. “Ye’re lowering yerself to marry me, Gabby Lindsay Grey, and I have nae choice but to keep ye satisfied so ye willnae realize it. I figure by our third or fourth bairn, ye’ll be too sated and distracted to divorce me?—”
“This is not about my uncle being a duke, is it?” she demanded sternly even as she lifted her weight, reaching between them to move his cock into position.
“Nay, love, it’s about ye being fooking remarkable, and me still no’ certain how I managed to—uugh,” he broke off with a groan as she sank down atop him. “Christ, Gabby,” he sighed with unrestrained delight.
Grinning, she began to move, even as his hands rose to tease her breasts and skin.
This was a familiar dance, one they practiced often, yet…special. Different. Their wedding night. The beginning of forever.
As the pressure built, as their movements increased, as their breathing became shallow, claiming once again the rhythms they loved so well, Gabby knew this. Knew this was important.
She leaned forward so Cassian could wrap his arms around her, could play with her arse, could send his powerful thrusts upward into her core.
As her climax approached she caught her breath, stretched up, and captured his lips.
They came together, shooting over the edge of ecstasy, swallowing one another’s cries of bliss.
And for the first time she felt his seed filling her, warming her.
Claimingher.
Finally.
She was finally his.
And he was hers.
With a happy sigh, Gabby collapsed against him as the pleasure throbbed through her veins.
“I love you, Cassian,” she whispered.
His fingertips stroked the bare skin of her spine. “I dinnae think ye could possibly love me as much as I love ye, wife.Wife.”
She grinned, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in his touch. “I do not know about that. Youarequite tempting.”
