small. Pushing her hair to the side, he kissed and nipped at the nape of her neck, and she arched her back in a fevered response. But so strong.
He entered her in one fluid thrust, filling her body and her heart to capacity. In the mirror, he saw her face contort in wanton pleasure and was filled with masculine pride. The jade beads swung in time to his thrusts, but their glorious shine paled in comparison to the swaying peaks of her breasts and the radiant glow in her impassioned eyes. Their eyes locked in the reflection, love and longing swirling in their depths.
“Henry,” She gasped as he increased his pace.
He grunted approvingly and began to thrust in earnest, bringing them closer and closer to explosive heights.
“Scream it,” he urged, his fingers digging into her hip.
And she did, crying his name heedlessly as she clenched around him. Unable to resist the delicious ache building in his body, he gripped her tightly and drove harder, plunged deeper as she cried his name in rapture again and again. With a strangled groan, he joined her in the crescendo of their union, emptying himself deep within her.
Spent, he collapsed against her. For once the woman was speechless, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Both trembling in the aftershocks of their passion, they clung desperately to one another, and the only sound in the room was their harsh and uneven breathing. He rolled to the side, taking her slight form with him as he did. She leaned into his warmth, her knees still weak and her thighs still quivering. Henry tucked her carefully into his side, his strong arms encircling her against the encroaching chill.
“Isabella,” he whispered softly.
“Yes?” She spoke lazily, her eyelids already heavy. Her limbs seemed heavy as lead, and she had never felt so tired before in her life.
He smiled and tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. She was at sleep’s door, and she moved only to nestle deeper into his embrace.
“Sleep well, dearest one,” Henry said quietly as she drifted away into a deep, restful slumber. “A new life awaits you.”
Chapter Seven
It was almost dawn when Henry roused himself from a deep and satisfied sleep. Gray light filtered in through the windows, and daylight was only a few hours away. He stretched his arm out to the side to draw Isabella closer, only to find that she was no longer there. Propping himself up on his elbows, he scanned the parlor.
He saw her immediately.
She was standing by one of the tall windows, the sensuous curves of her nude form cast in pale shadows. One of her hands rested on the wooden frame, the other hung at her side, her fingers moving idly as she hummed softly to herself. She had apparently opened the window, as a briny sea breeze flitted through the curtains and lightly lifted the ends of her dark curls. Henry’s face softened; she was so lovely that his heart swelled with tender affection.
“I hadn’t realized you’d awoken,” He said, “How long have you been waiting?”
She turned to look at him, and he was spellbound by the silvery outline of her pert breasts. Her smile was just as brilliant.
“Only a little while.”
She padded silently over to where he lay. With a boldness that made his loins tighten with want, she casually straddled him, draping her long, shapely legs over his hips.
“Oh my,” He grunted, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. “I take it that you are pleased?”
She flashed her teeth in a devilish smile as she raked her fingernails down his chest. She leaned in close and traced a line from his chin to his ear with her tongue.
“I am,” She whispered, “Very much.”
With a sigh of pleasure, she began to rock against him. His hardness slipped slowly and seductively between them, and he groaned and dug his fingers into her pliant flesh. She threw her head back and rolled her body against his.
“Again already?” He grunted, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her down for a
He entered her in one fluid thrust, filling her body and her heart to capacity. In the mirror, he saw her face contort in wanton pleasure and was filled with masculine pride. The jade beads swung in time to his thrusts, but their glorious shine paled in comparison to the swaying peaks of her breasts and the radiant glow in her impassioned eyes. Their eyes locked in the reflection, love and longing swirling in their depths.
“Henry,” She gasped as he increased his pace.
He grunted approvingly and began to thrust in earnest, bringing them closer and closer to explosive heights.
“Scream it,” he urged, his fingers digging into her hip.
And she did, crying his name heedlessly as she clenched around him. Unable to resist the delicious ache building in his body, he gripped her tightly and drove harder, plunged deeper as she cried his name in rapture again and again. With a strangled groan, he joined her in the crescendo of their union, emptying himself deep within her.
Spent, he collapsed against her. For once the woman was speechless, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Both trembling in the aftershocks of their passion, they clung desperately to one another, and the only sound in the room was their harsh and uneven breathing. He rolled to the side, taking her slight form with him as he did. She leaned into his warmth, her knees still weak and her thighs still quivering. Henry tucked her carefully into his side, his strong arms encircling her against the encroaching chill.
“Isabella,” he whispered softly.
“Yes?” She spoke lazily, her eyelids already heavy. Her limbs seemed heavy as lead, and she had never felt so tired before in her life.
He smiled and tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. She was at sleep’s door, and she moved only to nestle deeper into his embrace.
“Sleep well, dearest one,” Henry said quietly as she drifted away into a deep, restful slumber. “A new life awaits you.”
Chapter Seven
It was almost dawn when Henry roused himself from a deep and satisfied sleep. Gray light filtered in through the windows, and daylight was only a few hours away. He stretched his arm out to the side to draw Isabella closer, only to find that she was no longer there. Propping himself up on his elbows, he scanned the parlor.
He saw her immediately.
She was standing by one of the tall windows, the sensuous curves of her nude form cast in pale shadows. One of her hands rested on the wooden frame, the other hung at her side, her fingers moving idly as she hummed softly to herself. She had apparently opened the window, as a briny sea breeze flitted through the curtains and lightly lifted the ends of her dark curls. Henry’s face softened; she was so lovely that his heart swelled with tender affection.
“I hadn’t realized you’d awoken,” He said, “How long have you been waiting?”
She turned to look at him, and he was spellbound by the silvery outline of her pert breasts. Her smile was just as brilliant.
“Only a little while.”
She padded silently over to where he lay. With a boldness that made his loins tighten with want, she casually straddled him, draping her long, shapely legs over his hips.
“Oh my,” He grunted, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. “I take it that you are pleased?”
She flashed her teeth in a devilish smile as she raked her fingernails down his chest. She leaned in close and traced a line from his chin to his ear with her tongue.
“I am,” She whispered, “Very much.”
With a sigh of pleasure, she began to rock against him. His hardness slipped slowly and seductively between them, and he groaned and dug his fingers into her pliant flesh. She threw her head back and rolled her body against his.
“Again already?” He grunted, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her down for a
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