Page 83 of The Lord's Compass
He wrapped his arm around Faith, sliding his fingers into her very center, rocking her back and forth against them.
“You’re so ready for me,” he murmured in her ear before smacking her bottom – not hard, but enough to make her start – and burn for him even more.
“Eric, if you do not hurry up and finish what you started, then I’ll—I’ll?—”
“You will what?” he asked, dark humor in his tone.
“I will ask my mother to come stay with us.”
That had him moving.
He slid further into her, stretching her, filling her again, until he pushed forward all the way, murmuring her name in supplication.
“Faith,” he groaned out, and she answered him, pushing back against him until there was nowhere left for him to go.
He pulled out slightly, then back in again, each thrust becoming faster, deeper, as he hit a place within her that she didn’t even know existed. She wasn’t ready when the waves of light began pulsing through her body, and she cried his name out so loudly it was a wonder the plethora of servants in this house didn’t come running to make sure she was all right.
After another moment, he went rigid behind her, and then he was pulsing inside of her, spending deep within as his hands grasped her hips and he rocked in tiny motions against her until he collapsed over top of her, holding himself up just enough that she didn’t receive all of his weight.
She turned over, flat on the bed beneath them, catching his head to her chest as she flung her arm over her eyes.
They lay like that for minutes, no words needed as they basked in the love they had shared. Faith brushed her fingers through his silky hair, sliding it off his brow as she took in the bedchamber around her, which she hadn’t considered before as she had been… distracted.
They were lying upon a massive bed, velvet draperies hanging around them as the marble fireplace with its hearty fire cast light upon what appeared to be royal blue walls and caused the gold accents around the room to glimmer.
It was a large room, with a writing desk, a dressing table, a wardrobe, and a sitting area with a table and two rather comfortable-looking chairs.
Her bedroom was nearly matching, only with daintier furniture and lilac walls.
“What are you thinking about?” Eric asked, looking up at her, and she smiled down at him.
“I am thinking about my home now. Here, with you.”
“I hope there is nowhere else you would rather be.”
She paused for a moment before answering.
“It’s funny,” she mused. “I always thought that I would be happiest living alone, without a man to answer to or rely on. Then you came along. When I caught you in an embrace, I quickly thought the worst. But perhaps I was just looking for an excuse, because I was scared, for so many reasons. Now, here we are, and I cannot imagine life any other way.”
He leaned up, kissing her before pillowing his chin on his hands.
“I have a hard time finding my way sometimes, Faith,” he said. “But you will always show me the right path. You are the direction I never knew I needed. My compass.”
“I love you, Lord Ferrington.”
“And I love you, Lady Ferrington.”
“Do you know where you are going now?”
“Anywhere,” he said with a grin, “As long as I am with you.”
EPILOGUE
“Faith? Where are you?”
Faith had just finished dressing for the day when she heard Eric’s boisterous call coming from outside her bedchamber.
“Nothing further,” she told her maid with a smile before going to the door, not attempting to contain the bounce in her step that Eric’s voice caused.
