“Wolfstan.” She didn’t know what she wanted but she needed something. Right that moment. She shoved her fingers into his hair.
“I know, love.” He kicked off his boots and fumbled with his breeches as Rebecca worked to rid him of his jacket and shirt. She wanted to feel his bare chest, as she had wanted since she saw him without his shirt at Westbridge Park.
Then he was there, his erection hot against her entrance. Their eyes locked, and Rebecca saw nothing but love in their depth. And passion, glorious unadulterated passion.
“So soft,” he growled against her skin. Fever spread through her body as he pushed his hips forward, entering her slowly. “So beautiful. This might hurt.”
Rebecca wanted to say he could never hurt her, but a sharp, invading pain pierced her as he broke through her barrier. She clamped her mouth shut and focused on her breathing.Inhale. Exhale. The sting did not last long and all too soon the conquering sensation of fullness ruled all else.
He groaned against her neck. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, it’s not that painful,” she murmured, wiggling. “It is the most peculiar feeling.”
“Peculiar?” He groaned. “Not what a man wants to hear when he is inside the woman he loves.”
Rebecca chuckled. “How about intoxicating?” She wiggled again, drawing another groan from Wolfstan’s lips. “It’s certainly that.”
“Yes,” he breathed.
“Does it hurt for you?”
“Christ, no.” He gave a shallow thrust. “You feel warm, impossibly tight. Meant for me.”
Heavens, that felt good.
He began to move then, gentle and slow at first, each surge of his hips stretching and filling her more than the last. Rebecca was lost in the sensation of Wolfstan claiming her.
Never could she have imagined she could find such pleasure with a man, with him. It seemed both a miracle and magic wrapped up in one fateful bow, and she surrendered to every touch of the man she loved.
Passion clouded her vision as he grew more frantic in his thrusts, whispering words of love in Rebecca’s ear. She barely heard him, lost in her own paradise. Tiny tremors feathered over the nerves of her skin and tightening at her core. She could scarcely breathe through the dizzy wave of ecstasy that swept her as stars exploded in her vision.
Everything, even Knightley’s, faded from her world. There was nothing but Wolfstan.
The true man of her dreams.
And she would cherish him forever.
***
WOLFSTAN WAS NEVERletting her go.
He could not get enough of her. He thrust into her hard, on the brink of pleasure, and unable to stop. Never had he felt like this. He wanted the moment to last forever. Wolfstan breathed in the sweetness of her scent. Christ, he was taking Rebecca on a damn sofa in a drawing room of a party in full swing.
He’d do it all over again if he could.
He shuddered when she breathed out his name on a whimper. She held onto him as his body racked with the same tremors that had sieged her moments earlier. If Wolfstan had his way, he would never let this moment end.
He let out a ragged breath. His heart would never recover, never slow down again. He loved this woman more than life itself. “You belong with me, Rebecca.”
She smiled sweetly at him. “I do.”
“As loathe as I am to untangle myself from you, I’m afraid we cannot linger much longer.”
She nodded. “I believe I’m quite crumpled.” She lifted her hand to pat her hair. “My coiffeur is ruined.”
“Forget about your hair. It doesn’t matter. We will get married in the morning.”
“The morning! That is too soon. Besides, we would need a special license for that.”
