Page 98 of Touched By a Traitor
The blunt head of his arousal pressed against her entrance, hot and demanding. His eyes, dark with desire, held hers captive. “Tell me who I am,” he commanded softly.
“My husband,” she breathed.
The words were barely past her lips when he surged forward, filling her completely in one devastating stroke. Her back arched as a cry tore from her throat, her body stretching to accommodate his size while pleasure and possession warred within her.
“And who is taking you now?” His voice was strained as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and claiming.
“My husband,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s right.” His rhythm intensified, powerful and relentless. “You belong to me, just as I belong to you. Say my name, Charlotte. Let me hear it.”
“Andrew…” The name fell from her lips like a prayer.
“Again.” His control was fraying, each movement more urgent than the last.
“Andrew!”
“Once more,” he demanded, his gaze never leaving her face as he drove them both toward the precipice.
“Andrew! Oh, Andrew!”
Her release crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him as ecstasy claimed every nerve. The sight and feel of her surrender seemingly shattered his restraint. With a hoarse shout, he followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her welcoming heat.
Afterwards, they lay entwined in the golden aftermath, Andrew’s arms encircling her as he drew the covers over their cooling bodies. The silence was profound, broken only by their gradually slowing breaths and the distant sound of their hearts beating in tandem.
“Andrew,” she whispered into the darkness.
“Mmm?”
“Should we not consider… preventing conception?”
His lips found her temple, pressing a tender kiss there. “If we are blessed with a child, I would count it the greatest gift imaginable. To be your husband is honor enough, but to father your children…” His voice caught with emotion. “There could be no greater privilege.”
Tears she hadn’t expected spilled down her cheeks at his words, the depth of his love washing over her like a benediction. He pulled her closer still, as if he could shelter her from every hurt the world might offer.
“Are these tears of joy or sorrow?” he asked softly.
“Joy,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
With a deep exhalation, he bestowed a kiss on her shoulder.
“I fear I may be barred from attending lectures should I find myself in a delicate condition,” she said.
“Then we shall prevail upon the professors to instruct you privately.”
“And if I am denied entry to the school of law?”
“Then I shall establish one for women.”
Charlotte turned to face him, her countenance alight with suspended disbelief. “Do you speak in earnest? Is such a thing possible?”
“Indeed. I have already broached the subject with several influential members of the Ohio Board of Education and prominent educators in Oberlin.” Andrew’s tone betrayed no hint of the momentous nature of his words.
With a cry of delight, Charlotte flung her arms about his neck. Andrew’s rich laughter filled the air as he enfolded her in his embrace.
“Rest now, Mrs. Creswell,” he murmured. “You must conserve your strength if you are to reshape the world.”
Lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing against her ear, Charlotte drifted into a peaceful slumber, secure in theknowledge that her beloved’s devotion to their love would never waver.
The End
