To Tame a Dangerous Lord (Courtship Wars 5)

His hand moved down to cover hers and press it over his heart. “No other woman could ever satisfy me more or be a better match for me, sweetheart. You are everything I ever wanted, could ever want. I need you like I need my next breath….”

Those were the last words he spoke for a long while. Madeline’s breath fled completely as he set about offering her physical proof of his lover’s vow.

Rayne devastated her with his tender touches and caring kisses, until she was trembling violently. Until she was wild with lust and longing. Until her veins were flooded with shuddering heat.

Her body was pulsing, shaking with need for him; her feminine hollows wet with desire, yearning to merge with his hard male flesh.

At last he guided her palm to his naked loins, while his own hand slipped between her legs, pressing against her feminine cleft. Madeline gave a hoarse whimper and arched her back.

Her skin burned against his naked arousal as it probed her slick folds. When he eased the silken head of his shaft into her quivering flesh, Madeline drew a long, shuddering breath at the feel of his thick member gliding deep inside her.

He sank slowly, only to withdraw partway, then thrust inside her again and slide home to the hilt.

Impaled by his hardness, she moaned at the fullness of his penetration.

Yet Rayne was nearly as affected by the exquisite sensations as she was, she suspected. She felt a tension quivering inside him, and knew his passion-hazed eyes mirrored her own.

“Beautiful,” he whispered again as he began to move inside her, his voice thick with desire.

Madeline wrapped her legs around him, welcoming him, holding him tightly, striving to take him even deeper into her body as she spoke the words that filled her heart. “I love you, Rayne … so very much.”

In response, his eyes seemed to blaze with an inner fire. His hand clasping her buttocks, he lifted her hips to meet his, driving his huge, burning shaft into her.

“And I love you, sweet, darling Madeline,” he rasped.

She wanted to weep at the beauty of it. She did sob at the spellbinding sensations Rayne created when he continued whispering promises, endearments to her, urging her on.

She could feel his increased urgency now. His breath was harsh and uneven, his touch no longer gentle as he brought his mouth down on hers and intensified the rhythm of their joining.

When another sob of pleasure sounded from her throat, Rayne’s kiss grew rougher, fiercer, almost primitive. His caresses were equally as fervent as his arms came fully around her, holding her with crushing tightness. She could taste the desire in him, the emotions, the passion.

The fierceness of his embrace was an avowal of love, Madeline knew with absolute certainty.

Her heart thundering in her chest, she kissed him back as though her soul depended on answering his insistent demand.

A taut, savage need blazed between them now. She welcomed the hard thrusting of Rayne’s body as he took her, his tongue plunging in the same relentless cadence as he filled her again and again.

The tension built between them until it was unbearable. When the shattering tumult broke within her, Madeline cried out, a cry that was matched the next instant by the rough groan bursting from Rayne’s throat.

They came together in a firestorm of love and pleasure, his lips drinking in her wild moans.

Ecstasy left them clinging together in the aftermath. After a time, Rayne’s hand rose to cradle Madeline’s throat, soothing her thundering pulse beat, while his mouth feathered kisses over her face.

Then, easing his weight beside her, he pulled her close and enfolded her in his embrace.

Madeline lay there bonelessly with her head on his shoulder, marveling at the joy she was feeling. Her chest literally ached with the fullness of love. The consummation of their second wedding night had not only been a confirmation of their marriage vows but a fierce mating of souls.

She was truly Rayne’s wife now. She felt cherished, loved.

And she felt raw with love for him—her possessive, protective, warrior knight; her dangerous lord who had given his heart over to her to protect and keep safe.

With a deep sigh of contentment, Madeline pressed a kiss on his bare skin.

Her display of affection made Rayne stir enough to speak. “I trust,” he murmured hoarsely, “that after tonight, you will no longer doubt how special you are to me, or how much I love you.”

Madeline couldn’t help but smile with renewed joy. She had no doubts any longer about Rayne’s feelings for her. “I admit, you did a fair job persuading me just now.”

“Merely fair?” Shifting his hold, Rayne placed a finger under her chin, compelling Madeline to lift her gaze to his. “Seriously, wife, do you have any notion how much I love you?”