Page 66 of Loving a Beast of a Marquess

She nodded, and he began to move inside her.

It took a few moments for her to accustom herself to the rhythm, meeting his hips at the right moment, but he was patient, and all too soon that lightning pleasure filled her.

“Oh,” she said, half in uncertainty, half in the sheer overwhelming nature of the pleasure. “Zachary, I think—”

“I’m here, my love,” he told her, his voice rasping a little. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

And he did indeed have her. He held her as she quivered against him, even when his rhythm fractured, and he groaned, slamming against her until he was fully embedded inside her.

He held her when eventually she rolled off him and curled up against his chest. His breath stirred her hair, his arm draped over her stomach, and sated heaviness sank into her bones.

If this was happiness, she thought as she drifted to sleep, she could do nothing but hope for this happiness to be with her always.

And considering the source of her happiness was lying with her in a bed they would share for the rest of their lives, his fingers interlinked with hers, she fancied she had a pretty good chance of that hope coming true.

The End?