Reckless (Mockingbird Square 4)

“Dominic,” she wailed.

“My love.”

He sent her over and she cried out. When she was calm again, he set himself against her entrance, and as gently as he could, eased himself deep inside her.

She was as ready as he could make her but still it took some adjustment. She said ‘oh’ several more times, and made some other sounds he enjoyed hearing very much. Her lips were on his skin, her tongue tasted him, and when he pulled her as close as it was possible for a man and woman to be, she gasped into his mouth.

“Should I sto

p,” he groaned.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

The pleasure burst upon them. He had never felt anything so intense. There was something primal in it. Taking the woman he loved, making her his. Irrevocably and forever.

Afterwards he cradled her in his arms, stroking her body, kissing her flesh, and that was how they fell asleep.

Much later

“My love.”

Warm lips pressed against her hair, a whisper against her ear. Margaret stirred, momentarily forgetting where she was, only that there was a hard, warm, male body behind her. His tongue slid down her neck and he nibbled at the curve of her shoulder. She turned slightly to give him better access, and felt him smile against her skin.

“I want you again,” he said.

She sat up properly to look at him. “Again? Is that possible?”

He was propped up on one elbow, his unclothed body on full display. Long and muscular and utterly beautiful.

“I wonder,” she said, her heart beginning to beat faster, “whether that is quite suitable viewing for a vicar’s daughter.”

Dominic stroked himself. “As it is the vicar’s daughter who has caused the problem, I think it only fair.”

Her hand covered his and his eyes darkened, his breath quickening. Margaret was aware that she had grown very bold in the last few days, which they had mostly spent in bed.

“You’re quite right,” she said. “This needs fixing, my lord.”

She then squealed as he rolled her over on the tangled sheets of the bed, lathing her skin with his tongue, and getting lower and lower until she gasped and writhed and cried out with pleasure.

“You are very good at this,” she said, when she’d managed to regain her senses, and her breath.

“I have a willing pupil.” His legs were pressing hers apart, his naked chest rising above her. Her eyes were half closed as she stared up at him, wondering whether she would ever tire of this.

He slid inside her, making her catch her breath, his deep voice murmuring words of love. There was no discomfort, not after the first time, and even then she had enjoyed herself too much to pay it much heed. The pleasure spiralled higher as he thrust deeper. He bent his head to suck her nipple into his mouth, and his movements became more erratic until finally he cried out, a moment after her.

When he had caught his breath he kissed her again, his mouth rough on hers, and said, “Don’t ever leave me, Margaret.”

Surprised, she stroked his hair back from his face. “Why do you think I would? I love you, Dominic. And I do not change my mind once I have made it.”

He nuzzled against her throat. “I will hold you to that. Even when people might be cruel, or if I am arrogant and irritating, you must never leave me.”

“I won’t. Besides, I’m used to your arrogant ways now.”

He lifted his head and smiled, but she could see the seriousness in his eyes. “I’ve been alone. I was empty for so long, but you crept into my heart, and now it is full.”

This time when she drew his face down to hers, she kissed him with every ounce of love in her heart. “You are mine and I am yours,” she said. “And that can never be undone.”

Dominic gave a deep sigh of contentment. “Never,” he agreed.