Another finger entered her, and she could no longer focus on anything, not even her own hand which lost its rhythm on his member. Instead, she gripped his shoulders. Tightly.
He arched his face into her neck, breathing in deeply. “How does it feel?”
“Sensational.”
His tongue darted out, grazing over her skin, tasting her. “Louisa, this position...”
“Might hurt?” She didn’t care. She lifted her body so that she could guide him to her entrance. “I want this. I want myself atop you.”
“You want power over me?” He guided her hand to his chest, where she could feel the wild beat of his heart. “You have it all.”
By all that was holy, how could a man be so breathtaking? And Lord, he looked beautiful. His cheeks were flushed, just as she imagined hers to be. She leaned over to kiss the freckle under his eye.
She loved that little mark.
He guided her hips to his hardness.
Louisa’s head fell back as he pressed into her, his mouth dragging down to her bosom. He scraped the bud of her breast with his teeth through her dress. And then he was inside her, breaching her last bit of resistance in one swift thrust. The pinch of pain, the fullness, the sheer arousal of becoming one with him stole her breath.
His whole body froze in place. “Do I need to stop?”
Her eyes opened to meet his, her lips quirking. “Why?”
He cursed and suddenly cupped her cheeks and kissed her like a man desperate for this very moment. His hips drove into her, and this time, he no longer hesitated. Louisa curved into each of his thrusts, her body more alive than ever, consumed by every sensation that set her aflame. One arm cradled her back, hugging her tight, and the other was downthere, rubbing against the place where they almost connected. The fullness that threatened to retreat and then suddenly pushed back again.
She didn’t want to miss anything.
They weren’t beneath the stars anymore, but for the first time, Louisa learned that stars didn’t need to explode in the sky, for her body scattered into a million of them as the heat that started to spark where his body joined hers, the region the palm of his hand claimed and pressed, exploded from below and traveled up her limbs with the speed of lightning.
Would she ever be able to collect those million pieces of herself again?
*
Oliver’s head fellagainst Louisa’s shoulder. He was still inside her, and his heart pulsed like a raging thunderous storm that had no intention of ending. Her sweet scent tightly cloaked him, fusing with the low undertones of his own.
He could breathe in this essence for eternity.
In fact, he could also simply remain here, in this moment, forever. Moving meant returning to the world outside, and he wasn’t ready to return to a world where, ledgers and secret organizations aside, they were family foes.
He hugged her tighter against him while his breathing slowly returned to normal. Her arms had looped around his neck, and her fingers were once more playing with his hair. She seemed to love doing that. He lovedherdoing that. Ripples of gooseflesh traced over his skin each time she swirled a tendril between her fingers.
Never before had he done . . .
God, what class of behavior did this even fit into?
“You are overthinking. Stop it,” her voice came from his shoulder.
He nuzzled his head against hers, his lips twisting into half a smile. “Oh? And how do you know this is what I am doing?”
She pulled away from him just enough to meet his gaze. “Your shoulders tensed for a second.”
“That could mean so many things.” And each and every single one of them were things he didn’t want to think about.
“Or it means reality has found its way into the carriage.”
Clever angel. He smiled, his fingers following the line of her jaw before tucking a wayward strand of hair sticking to the side of her face behind her ear. “I’m trying to keep it at bay.”
She suddenly traced a finger over his mouth. “Another first, seeing this sort of smile on your lips.”
