The Viscount's Veiled Lady (Whitby Weddings 3)

She shifted her hips over his body and then slid downwards, gasping as his body entered hers. She would never grow tired of this feeling, she thought, of being completely one and whole with the man that she loved, as if they were really one person. He moaned and started to move beneath her and she swayed above him, arching her back and crying out as their rhythm quickened to a crescendo. She felt a rush of heat a few moments before she reached her own climax and then tumbled down on top of him, losing herself in the ripples of sensation that continued to pulse through her body for minutes afterwards.

‘Now we can go back to sleep,’ he murmured against her throat and she laughed softly.

‘Finally.’

Slowly, she lifted herself away and rolled on to her side, smiling as he followed after her, curving his body around hers and coiling an arm around her waist.

‘Happy?’

‘What do you think?’ He sounded sleepy.

‘Normal happy or ridiculously happy?’

He tightened his hold, pulling her back against him until there was no space left between them. ‘I’m never going to live that down, am I?’

‘No. That’s why I make a point of asking you every so often.’

‘I’ve noticed. In that case, for the avoidance of any and all doubt, yes. I’m ridiculously happy. As always. How about you, Lady Scorborough? Have I convinced you how beautiful you are yet?’

She twisted her head around to look at him. ‘I’m starting to think that you like me.’

‘About time.’ He seized the opportunity to plant another kiss on her lips. ‘No regrets?’

‘Regrets?’ She was surprised by the very idea. ‘How could I have any regrets? I’m in bed with a viscount and there’s going to be a party later. With cake. I don’t regret anything that’s happened in my life. I’m happy.’ She closed her eyes, letting herself drift back to sleep. ‘Perfectly, deliriously, ridiculously happy...’

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