Page 106 of Duke of War
Logic wasn’t terribly important when the hunger struck them. And it struck them quite a lot. It turned out that declarations of love did wonders for one’s sexual appetite.
Phoebe wondered why the scandalous shows she’d watched never mentioned such things.
She wasn’t wondering anything at all for much longer after that, because Aaron’s hands were on her, caressing her breasts, and her stomach, and then lower—and then he was inside her, and they were two people made one.
“I love you, Aaron,” she murmured when he was fully seated inside her.
“You are my wife, my life, and my love,” he said, tenderly reaching up to brush hair back from her face. “I am so,solucky to have you.”
They were overcome with their mutual need to move after that, and for a long while there was no speaking between them, just mingled breaths and long glances and, finally, a shuddering climax that left them boneless and languid against one another.
“We are getting very good at that,” Phoebe said when she had regained enough breath to talk.
“We’ve always beengood,” Aaron retorted, sounding offended. “But,” he admitted, “we are gettingbetter.”
“Practice will do that,” she said, craning her neck to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, where prickles were starting to make themselves known, even though he’d shaved before the night’s festivities.
“Indeed, it will,” he said, bending his head to capture her mouth with his. “Do you think we ought to practice again, then?”
Phoebe sealed her agreement with a kiss.
The End?
