Love Lasts Forever by Dominiqua Douglas

Author:Dominiqua Douglas [Dominiqua Douglas]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 158571187X
Google: 3JeM4U5abvAC
Amazon: B006J8WWQW
Barnesnoble: B006J8WWQW
Goodreads: 301791
Publisher: Genesis
Published: 2006-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Lovemaking exhilarated Willow.

The heat of bodies joining set her aflame. Her dear friend often hinted at the wonders of married life. Anders’s presence always put Eva in good spirits. The touch of his hand made her friend blush and her face glow with excitement. Laying beneath Thor with her nails digging into his perspiration slick backside, Willow understood the fervor of the bond between a man and a woman.

The pace of Thor’s thrusts increased. His firm muscles contracted underneath her palms. The rapid strokes brought a low, tingling ache to her thighs, but the pleasure was worth the slight pain. His throbbing member pulsed inside her, sending her closer to the delirious heights of fulfillment. Another hard thrust jolted her straight to ecstasy. She soared through the ceiling high above the clouds and straight to heaven.

“Blessed be!”

Ragged breathing filled the silence as Willow slowly returned to earth. Peace and contentment enveloped them. He rolled onto his back and rose from the palate. The loss of his body heat made her shiver as cool air tickled her bare flesh. He pulled her to her feet and drew her into the bed with him, positioning her on top of him. His hands squeezed her bottom, holding her in place, and she shivered despite the warmth of his touch.

“Cold?” Heavy lidded eyes pierced her and gleamed with satisfaction. He kissed the tip of her nose and didn’t wait for her response. Grabbing the crisp cotton sheet, he pulled it over them. “Is that better?”

“It wasn’t bad before, but I imagine it wouldn’t be seemly to have my bare bottom high in the air without hide or hair of modesty.”

His finger twirled a lock of black hair before brushing it against her cheek. “You’re modest enough,” he murmured. “I had a helluva time getting you into this room with me if I recall.”

Their disagreement upon entering the guest room came to mind. Nervously, she chewed her bottom lip. “Are you sure Davis wasn’t upset when he saw us coming upstairs? I didn’t like the look on his face.”

“I think it was customary for a guest to have his . . . um, servant—”

“His slave. I do not like the word much, but that is what I am pretending to be. Your slave. You may as well call me such.”

“We’re pretending when we have an audience,” he responded gruffly. “There’s only the two of us right now. You’re not my slave, and I wouldn’t want you to be.”

“Not even in bed?”

The whale-oil burning lamp cast a faint light over the room, but it wasn’t so dim that Willow couldn’t see Thor’s face darken. He stiffened and moved from under her. Concern swept through her.

“What’s wrong?”

He sat up and put his back to her. She slid her hand across his muscled flesh. He flinched. His rejection stunned her. She dropped her hand. “Thor?”

“I thought you knew me better than that,” he muttered.

“Better than what?” She shrugged to hide her confusion. “I was teasing you.”

“It’s not funny, Willow.

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