Page 176 of Rogue of My Heart

The knife clattered to the floor on the other side of the room.

Albina was still clad in her thin, cotton chemise and stockings, her slippers on her feet, when Michael turned her back to face him. He ran his hands up the inside of her body, quickly divesting her of her chemise. His nostrils flared as he tossed the thin cotton aside and looked at her bare body. “Much better.”

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Feeling a sense of feminine empowerment, she grasped his shirt and pulled it out of his trousers. “And yet, you’re still entirely overdressed, my lord.”

He cocked his mouth in a smirk, but obediently lifted his arms.

She admired the ripple of muscle that ran across his abdomen and along his biceps. She’d always loved the patch of hair in the middle of his chest that ran across his stomach before dipping below the band of his trousers. There wasn’t too much to be displeasing, but enough where she could run her fingers through the mass.

She glanced down and noted the sizable bulge in the front of his trousers, and dared to reach down and run her fingernails lightly over the material. He leaned his head back with a light groan of pleasure, his Adam’s apple evident in the thick column of his throat.

She couldn’t resist the siren’s pull to lean forward and place a hot kiss on the side of his neck, where his pulse beat strongly with his desire.

“Alby…”

She answered his plea by slowly unbuttoning the front of his trousers.

When they fell to the floor, she licked her lips at the sight of the urgent, pulsing manhood that was jutting out from his body, proudly erect. She fell to her knees and took him in her mouth, savoring the taste of him. She wasn’t sure who groaned as she began a steady rhythm that soon had him pulling away from her.

“Any more of that and I will lose what tenuous control I have, my lady,” he growled. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. He led her to the bed and sat her on the edge, gently pushing her backward. His eyes gleamed wickedly as he said once more, “My turn.”

Albina clenched the bed covers on either side of her, her hips lifting at the first swipe of his tongue across her womanhood. “Chael…” she sighed, and she heard a mumbled rumble in his chest in pleased awareness. Instantly, his pace quickened until her legs were shaking with need. “Oh, God. Yes…” She was panting, begging incoherently, until finally he grabbed her hips and she came apart, the pleasure washing over her like the sea at high tide.

Chael crawled up her body, but instead of entering her, he lay down on his back beside her and pulled her on top of him. She sat up with one leg bent on either side of him, as he guided himself to her entrance. She gasped at the sheer bliss of feeling inch after glorious inch pushing inside of her. She was panting in earnest again, and she hadn’t even started to move.

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“Ride me, Alby.” It was a growl, a command, but one she didn’t mind obeying in the least.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began a continuous rhythm that soon had them both drenched in perspiration. He squeezed her breasts, taunting and tormenting, until she opened her eyes. She watched as his pleasure became intense to the point of pain. With a sharp intake of breath, he threw his head back and then spilled his release with a long groan of ecstasy. The sight was so erotic that it instantly sent Albina into her own wave of bliss, and for the second time, she burst apart on a floating cloud of desire.

She collapsed on the bed beside Chael, a contented and disheveled mess.

She had never felt so glorious. It was as if she was truly reborn. And she knew that only in Chael’s arms could she feel such amazing completion.

Michael stared at the canopy above his bed as if he’d never seen it before. Odd that something he’d always taken for granted suddenly had new meaning. But Albina had done that. She’d breathed life back into him when he hadn’t even known that he was dying. His health had never been a problem. It was his soul that had been wasting away.

With her beside him, he was whole once again.

A burst of energy hit him in the chest, and he wanted to laugh, to go outside and howl at the moon. If nothing else could prove that Albina wanted things to work out between them, he knew tonight had been a rather good indication of how she felt. She wouldn’t have taken him to bed unless she’d wanted him to be there.

“You seem happy for some reason.”

He glanced down to see Albina gazing up at him as if he was her hero. To share with her every night what had just transpired, he would be that and more if she’d only stay with him and not go back to London.

But that was a topic left for another time. He didn’t want to rush her and ruin what little they had gained.

“I can’t imagine why,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes and moved slightly, her gorgeous breasts suddenly bared for his viewing enjoyment. In such a good mood, he couldn’t resist turning and pinning her to the bed. She gasped, but her eyes told him that she wasn’t resistant to his advances.

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He looked down at the rosy peaks of her nipples and bent his head to take a gentle nibble. Her breasts quivered as she gave a sharp inhale.

“Chael…”