Page 88 of Wolfehound
He wasn’t going to make either one of them wait any longer.
Lifting himself up, Liam found Cambria’s lips once again as he carefully guided his manhood into her tender, virginal walls. Thrusting gently with his hips, he seated himself halfway on the first thrust, giving her a little time to adjust, before thrusting a second time that saw him nearly completely buried in her. Beneath him, Cambria cried out softly at the sensation of his enormous member inside her, but she was so consumed by his delicious kisses and heated body that all she could do was encourage him as he thrust into her. It seemed like the most natural state of being, his body buried deep within hers as it was always meant to be.
It was bliss.
They were so highly aroused that on the fourth or fifth thrust, Cambria cried out softly at the thrill of her first climax. Liam could feel her wet heat throbbing around him, milking him for his seed, and he didn’t want to answer her. Not now. Not yet. He wanted to enjoy this moment he’d waited so long for, but already, he knew it was the best moment of his life. It wasn’t long before he could feel his own release approaching, and he embraced it, thrusting into her with one hard, final movementbefore releasing himself, filling her womb with his essence. But even after he released himself, he continued to grind his pelvis against her, feeling her shake with another climax.
And another.
Liam wasn’t entirely sure when he stopped thrusting into her. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe he still was. He was dazed from it all, lingering in a world where only Cambria’s body mattered to him. The feel of her, the touch of her, the smell of her. Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her arms around his neck, and her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Wasn’t this what pure perfection was supposed to be? Pure delight?
Pure love?
He considered himself the most fortunate man who had ever lived.
In fact, he knew he was.
Nine months and two days later, a fat baby boy was born to Cambria and Liam after an entire day of labor. The wait was excruciating for Liam, but he didn’t have to endure it alone because his parents had come to Easington Castle for the birth. Therefore, he sat with his father and all but two of his brothers, drinking and talking, waiting out the birth while Cambria struggled to bring forth their son. When the baby finally came, big and healthy, the first thing Liam noticed about his son was that he had black hair like his mother.
It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Little William Cai Herringthorpe, who was to go by his Welsh name of Cai, had a hell of a heritage to live up to as the grandson of Llywelyn the Last. Although his creation had originally been the result of an act of vengeance, and one of political rebellion, the fates had been kind. What had started out as something harsh and punishing had turned into a love story for the ages.
A romance of legend.
An English knight, a Welsh princess, and a love that would last for eternity. Eventually, Liam and Cambria’s youngest daughter was named Gwenllian in tribute to Cambria’s birth origins and her royal heritage, and when Gwen Herringthorpe married, it was also for love.
But that’s another story altogether.
Cariad yw dechrau am byth.
Love is the beginning of forever.
For Liam and Cambria, it was.
*THE END*
