either lose her mind or would kill him. Whichever would ensure a return of the pleasure.
But she neednât do either, because Oliver shifted over her, sliding between her wantonly sprawled legs and began to slide his erection through her damp folds in the way sheâd discovered that rainy day in his carriage. Only this was so muchâ¦more. Hot, enflaming, erotic. And she felt the tides of her passion begin to rise again.
Then he stopped again, and this time Lizzie was certain that she wanted to cause him damage. But he pulled away to look at her and cupped her face in his hands.
âI love you, Lizzie Fortney.â
Lizzie smiled. Maybe she wouldnât hurt him after all. âI love you, too, husband.â
âI donât think Iâll ever be happier than at this moment when I make you mine.â
âNot even when I give you your first son?â
He closed his eyes. âGod help me when you do conceive. Iâll have to pack you in wool to make sure you donât do yourself an injury.â
Lizzie frowned. âCan we get back to the lovemaking and worry about that later?â
âWith pleasure.â
Oliver shifted and then he was there, pressing the engorged tip into her, pressing against the barrier of her virginity. A wrench of pain heralded his success, and he was past, filling her, rocking back and forth to gain deeper penetration.
It was a strange feeling when he was finally seated, the hard length of him pulsing in the very center of her body. And it took a moment to grow accustomed.
One. Thatâs what they were now, in mind and heart and now in body. Lizzie trembled for love of this man and tears began to mist in her eyes as Oliver kissed her, slow and sweet.
Then he began to move in earnest, and the tender moment evaporated like fog at sunrise. Shards of pleasure skittered from her core, from the friction of the moment and the places he touched over and over, relentless.
Until she couldnât take it anymore, the pleasure too deep, too indescribable, tooâ¦too⦠Lizzie thrashed her head and arched against him. Then, Oliver shouted out above her, and it was as if she was thrown over an invisible barrier. She convulsed as wave after wave of delight consumed her, pulsed through her. This was so much more than anything before that she was lost, aflood in joy and wonder.
Oliver withdrew and shifted, then pulled Lizzie, limp and numb, to his side, her head resting on his shoulder. He stroked her back in long sweeps, and Lizzie grew drowsy.
âYou are magnificent, starling.â
Lizzie wanted to say something witty and charming in reply, but she couldnât move, not even to utter a few words.
Sheâd tell him in the morning. And every other morning for the rest of their lives.
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An Imprudent Lady
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A Disgraceful Miss
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Since writing a report on Pompeii in the 6th grade, Elaine has been fascinated with history. Growing up, she daydreamed about how people lived in other eras.