Page 106 of His Stolen Duchess

Georgina stroked her husband’s chest, running her fingers through his hair, twisting some of the tufts a little before letting them go. She ran her hand over the area, exploring his body as she’d done many times before, but never tiring of rediscovering the same things.

“Today was a good day,” she said.

“It was.” Lysander had one arm around her, his hand clasping her right buttock, and his other hand stroked her cheek and ran fingers through her hair.

“They were so happy for us,” Georgina continued. “I hadn’t planned anything special to tell everyone, but that felt perfect, didn’t it?”

“It was perfect because you are perfect.” He kissed her on the top of her head.

They were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, their bodies entwined after they had made love to each other. Lysander was still in command of her, but he had become much gentler and tender now that she was with child. She enjoyed it, but she also looked forward to when the child was born and he could ravage her like before.

Lysander brought his hand down her naked body, drawing a path over one breast, lingering for a couple of seconds on her nipple, before resting on her growing belly. He stroked her stretched skin gently back and forth.

“You are so beautiful,” he said. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you before, but now that you are pregnant, you have a radiance. I need to feel you in my grasp, to be inside you again.”

“What about resting?” she replied coyly.

“This is why you must rest,” he said. “You need your energy for the bedroom. I have desires that can’t be satisfied by anything or anyone else.”

“Then you had better satisfy those desires while we’re here,” Georgina said.

Lysander growled and rolled her over onto her side, facing away from him. Her breast fell into his grip, and he tightened his hold. The other hand came to her shoulder, stroking gently up and down her arm. He pressed his body to her back.

Georgina moaned. “I need you, Lysander.”

“And you have me,” he said. His hand moved down to her rear, running over her cheeks, then between her thighs, opening her legs. He shifted his hips, and his sword thrust into her wetness.

“Oh,” Georgina moaned. “Yes!”

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

“Yes, that’s what I want,” she breathed. “I want you, Lysander.”

He was everything she ever wanted, and now she had him. He rocked gently within her, the pressure in her core building. She brought her hand to his on her breast, holding it tighter. She arched her back and moved one leg back against him to open herself more to him.

“I’m yours,” she whispered to him.

“Yes, you are.” He thrust deep into her. “You’re all mine, and I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Another thrust, and her moan became deep and animalistic.

I love you.

She could only form moans with her lips, but that was what each one meant.

I love you.

The End?