Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 111362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Her annoyance dissipated and her eyes drifted closed for a moment, seeing John in her mind, standing behind her, his arm snug around her, and her response spilled without bidding from her lips. “I’ve missed you as well, husband.”
Silence settled between them and not a peaceful silence. It was a silence marked with passion. It built slowly, his arm resting snug around her waist while his hand caressed the slim curve above her hip, and his manhood rubbed and poked at the back of her garment as if demanding entrance.
He didn’t kiss her, but he might as well have, since he brought his goblet to her lips, even though she still held her own, far too tightly, and ran the edge of it slowly along her bottom lip before tilting it up just enough for a dribble of wine to touch her lips.
It didn’t take long for it to make her grow madly impatient for the want of his lips on hers.
John. John.
This was John. The man she married. The man she loved. Never would she feel such desire for anyone but him.
She rested her hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze and wished that the servants would hurry and finish their task. She could not wait much longer to feel her husband bury himself deep inside her.
Ruddock had intended a playful tease, no more. That hadn’t been possible once he started. His passion had already been aroused and it didn’t take much for it to swell. Her scent alone could arouse him, a gentle flowery aroma that tickled the nose and roused the senses.
Lord, how he wanted to strip her bare, toss her on the bed, and bury himself inside her until they both exploded in pleasure. But she needed a proper wedding night, a proper introduction to coupling, not another quick poke like he had given her earlier.
God help him. He didn’t know how he’d be able to last when his manhood throbbed, more like begged, for immediate release.
The last servant was about to shut the door, when two more entered and placed food and drink on a small table.
“I will not be disturbed until morning,” Ruddock ordered sharply and the servant lass gave a quick nod and hastily closed the door behind her.
Ruddock released Sorrell, grabbed her goblet out of her hand, and placed both his and hers aside before scooping her up in his arms and bringing his lips down on hers in a not so gentle kiss.
Sorrell matched his kiss with her own frenzied eagerness, not able to get enough of him.
By the time he reached the bed, he had to tear his lips away from hers for them to take a much needed breath.
“Good God, wife, but I want you,” he said with a low growl and lowered her to stand in front of him.
He didn’t waste a minute stripping her and was pleased when she joined in, helping him rid herself of her garments. He had worried that she might shy away from him with all that had happened today and how she had stared at him when she had entered the room, like she didn’t know him. But then his Sorrell was no coward and besides, she loved him. And though he had feared that might have changed, this moment proved it hadn’t.
“I should—”
“Be inside me now,” she insisted and fell back on the bed, pulling him down with her.
He made sure his hands hit the bed at either side of her head to keep his large body from crashing against her small one. And it was a good thing he did, since she was quick to swing her legs around his waist and hug him to her.
“Now, John, now. Please, I cannot wait another moment,” she pleaded.
That she wanted him so badly heightened his own passion to the breaking point, and she loosened her legs from around him as he moved to balance himself on his knees between them. He grabbed hold of her backside and without hesitation plunged into her.
She let out a long moan and arched against him, taking him deeper inside her.
It was a frenzied, demanding joining as if they would never get enough of each other.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged, her fingers digging into his arms in a tight grip.
She had no worry about that, Ruddock had no intention of stopping, not until…
Ruddock dropped his head back and roared as a climax slammed through his body a moment after Sorrell shouted out his name as her climax crashed upon her in wave after wave of pleasure.
After he gave a last groan, he realized that Sorrell was wiggling against him and went to pull out of her, afraid he had hurt her.
“No, don’t,” she pleaded, arching up against him. “I-I...” She moaned, pressing against him.