Bedeviled Bride (Regency Historical Romance) by Knight-Catania Jerrica

Author:Knight-Catania, Jerrica
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, love, historical, scotland, ghost, historical romance, haunted house, regency romance, scottish romance, twin
Publisher: Jerrica Knight-Catania

She wore no bloomers, and in the motion of throwing her leg over him, her nightrail had shifted until it was up around her thighs. Which put her in direct contact with his leg. Dear God, she was wet, soaking wet, and so very warm. He could think of nothing but diving inside of her.

“Beth,” he whispered in between kisses. “Darling, are you awake?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” she mumbled and that was all Michael needed to hear.

Deep down, he had a feeling she wasn’t completely coherent, but she’d replied just the same. And he couldn’t wait anymore.

He was so hard, so very painfully hard that it hurt. And here was his wife, writhing against him like a wanton goddess, moaning with need. And who was he to deny her needs?

Pulling away slightly, Michael rose above her and nestled himself between her legs. She spread and then wound her legs around his calves. Michael pressed his manhood to her opening and waited to see if she would wake. Nothing. Her eyes remained closed. But before Michael could make another move, Beth reared her hips off the bed and took him inside her.

He fought to keep from exploding within her right then, but good God, it was difficult! She was so wet and warm, so accommodating, and then she began to move. Her sleepy moans made him even harder—a magical occurrence, to be sure—and he finally gained enough control to move in rhythm with her.

Never did she come fully awake, never once did her eyes even hint at fluttering open, but when Michael took her nipple into his mouth and pressed deep into her womb, she cried out, she shuddered, then she held perfectly still, tensed against him, before collapsing back to the bed with a heavy breath.

A sleepy little smile played at the corners of her lips and she mewed contentedly when Michael began to move once again, in search of his own release. It wasn’t far off. Within seconds, he was there, climaxing, emptying himself so deep in her, he feared he might cry with the pleasure of it. It wracked his body, he tensed and shook and grunted in ecstasy. And then it was over, and all that was left was the warm glow of being in her arms. Of having her in his. Of holding her close in the dark room, while the fire burned low in the grate.

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