Page 112 of The Reckless Love of an Heir
She descended again.
His hands fell onto her thighs, and slid up and down them in the pattern of her movement, and he looked down, staring at the juncture between her legs.
The way he looked at her made her feel as beautiful as he said she was.
Her hands lay on his chest, on his skin, as his hands returned to her hips, feeling her movement.
‘I love you,’ she said.
He smiled rather than said it back, but she could read it in his eyes.
She moved a little quicker, rising and falling, and his hands encouraged her to rock forward and back too.
The sensations their joining spun up inside her made her muscles weaken and tremble, so she could no longer move.
His hands clasped her hips, his fingertips sinking into her flesh as he lifted her and brought her down. This last movement caused her to entirely melt around him, sighing out her emotions, her limbs quivering.
‘Yes,’ Henry said.
Yes, her mind echoed. Yes. She loved him, and it might be selfish but it was wonderful.
He held her above him and pushed up into her for a few more strokes, as her fingers clung to his shoulders and her head pressed close to his. When he growled in low sound of excitement, his release throbbed inside her and his hands released their grip. She embraced his head, holding him to her shoulder as her fingers tangled up in his hair.
They stayed still, pressed against each other, her breasts brushing against his chest which was damp with sweat. He felt like hers now. As though she owned him. She smiled against his neck and then pressed a kiss onto his cheek.
He tapped her bottom. ‘Come along, get up. Let us return to bed.’
She climbed off him. He leaned across and blew out the candle.
She couldn’t see him when she heard him stand, and shecouldn’t see him when he bent and picked her up, catching her beneath the knees and about her shoulders.
She squealed.
‘Hush. You will wake the boys; they sleep in the room above mine.’
He carried her across the room.
‘You can see better than me.’
‘Obviously. You wear spectacles.’
She poked her tongue out at him, a gesture he would not see in the dark.
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Susan rolled over and her hand reached across the bed, but she already knew Henry was not there, it was the same as last night. There was no sound of breathing and no dip in the mattress from his weight lying beside her.
She opened her eyes and sat up. Daylight peered about the shutters.
There was a piece of folded paper on the far side of the bed. She grasped it and unfolded it quickly.
Forgive me, sleeping beauty, I am going riding with my brothers, they need me, you see, at the moment.
But Mama and the girls will be in the house. They will keep you company at breakfast and through the morning. Of course, if they become too much, feel free to run to the library. I should return by luncheon.
x
Yours,
