“Oh!” she cried.
He forced himself to still.
Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes. One leaked out, trickling down her cheek.
He kissed it away. “Forgive me. I’m so, so sorry. Does it hurt very much?” Tendrils of guilt snaked up his spine.
She gave her head a little shake. “No. I’m weeping with joy because I’m finally where I belong. I’m home.”
His chest swelled at her beatific smile.
His angel.
His Honoria.
His.
Finally.
Satisfied her discomfort was minimal, he began to move.
Oh, God.He willed himself not to shake—the pleasure was so intense—and he cursed himself for being so inexperienced.I will make it up to you, my love.
Slow at first, his movements increased in intensity. The friction and heat from her grew unbearable. His thrusts became more urgent and erratic.
Her scent, her hands in his hair, her nails scraping down his back, her mew of pleasure seeped beneath his skin, stirring the inferno inside of him and burning away the self-control he fought to maintain.
Resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, he met hers directly, needing to stare into their depths when he?—
His shout echoed through the bedchamber as he spilled his seed into her.
Honoria didn’t liewhen she told Drake she wept with joy. Like Drake, she, too, fantasized about being with him, although perhaps not quite in the same fashion he may have.
But being in Drake’s arms, becoming completely his, was the nearest thing to heaven she could imagine.
He eased off of her, pulling her into his arms.
She snuggled into him and laid her head on his chest. “Is it really true? This was your first time as well?”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You doubt it? My stumbling didn’t give me away?”
“You were wonderful.” She trailed a finger across his chest. “And I’m glad you waited—for me as I had for you.”
He pulled her closer and grinned. “You did seem to enjoy it.”
“I’ve never experienced anything like it.”
“I should hope not.” He chuckled.
She playfully swatted him on the arm. “That’s not what I meant. The sensation was like fireworks exploding throughout my body.”
His fingers trailed lazily up and down her arm. “It is, isn’t it? Earlier this evening, Lord Montgomery mentioned he was looking forward to the display because it would remind him of his and Lady Montgomery’s wedding trip to Scotland. It seemed curious at the time, but I wonder if that’s what he meant.”
They fell into a contented silence, sharing kisses and gentle caresses. She drifted into a peaceful slumber, never wanting to leave the bed—or his arms.
Unsure how long she slept, she woke to find Drake propped on one elbow, staring down at her.
She gazed at him in wonder, his face serene in the moonlight. “How long was I asleep?”
