He held her close as she shook, releasing his seed into her while she gasped for air. The room that had been formerly filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin only held their tired breaths now, and it felt as though Nancy’s ears were ringing.
With a sigh, Richard lowered her to the bed and pulled out of her, taking a moment to watch her as she lay on his sheets, flushed and ruined.
She felt boneless, her mind pleasantly numb but still possessing enough clarity for her to hum in satisfaction as he lay down next to her, scooped her into his arms, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She buried her face in his neck, mumbling sleepily, “Is this… Does it always feel like that?”
He stroked her hair gently as she started to fall asleep, his words echoing in her mind before the darkness consumed her.
“With me, it always will, darling.”
ChapterSixteen
Nancy woke up feeling warm and wonderfully sated.
It was as though she had gotten the best sleep of her life, and besides the dull ache in her lower back, the lightness in her heart and head told her she was well-rested and ready to face the day.
But as she shifted her gaze to the face of the man whose arms she was nestled in, she decided that ‘ready’and ‘willing’ were two different things as she was content to stay in bed for longer.
Richard looked so utterly at peace like this and even more gorgeous as he slept, his eyelashes brushing against the swell of his cheeks delicately.
For once, he couldn’t argue, didn’t have to face the cruel world that had beaten him down countless times, and wasn’t able to doubt the concern and care of others.
Like this… he looked like he could be hers. Someday.
Her heart skipped a beat as the arms around her tightened all of a sudden, and she gasped as Richard rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him.
As she lifted her face to speak to him—likely to complain for scaring her suddenly—his lips found hers in the gentlest of kisses, and she could not help but sigh, melting against him.
“Good morning,” Richard mumbled gruffly.
Nancy’s eyes fluttered open, and she stared at him for a moment, her heart dancing within her chest as a smile slowly tugged at her lips.
“Good morning, Richard,” she replied, soft and sweet.
“God, I love the way you say my name,” he groaned, dropping his head back on his pillow.
Nancy giggled, a little confused. “Why? How do I say it?”
Richard frowned, his hands caressing the curves of her body lightly, his gentle touch stirring up a storm within her.
“Let me see… It is very, very pleasant to hear. Drives me to the brink of insanity with how much more it makes me want you.”
As he spoke, he rolled his hips upwards slightly, letting her feel his rapidly stiffening member as it pressed against her thigh.
For a moment, he said nothing more, his gaze intently fixed on hers as though he was waiting for her reaction. When she said nothing, he sighed.
“We should probably get started with our day then?—”
“Why?” she cut in abruptly, confusion etched on her features. “I thought… Do you not want to?”
Richard laughed softly, the low timbre of his morning voice sending shivers down her spine.“That is impossible, darling. After being too fortunate to taste you last night, I’m afraid you’ve rendered me insatiable. I just do not want to force you?—”
“You are not,” Nancy assured him. “I’m just… I don’t know what to say. How to say it. If… If it’s all right to admit that I want to as well.”
Her last words tapered off quietly, tinged with nervousness that melted away when his hand came up to cup her cheek gently.
“Why would it not be? We shouldn’t be ashamed of our desires. You are my wife, after all,” he told her softly, guiding her into a kiss. When they parted, he whispered in the air between them, “And I, your husband. You can want me as much as you please. And I will always be willing to satisfy you.”
