Page 71 of The Billionaire's Kiss

Epilogue

Orla

Six months later

Breathless, I clung to my husband’s shoulders as he thrust into me so hard that the bed shook each time. It was the night of our honeymoon, and we’d taken the top floor of the castle as our suite for the night.

Consummating the marriage, we made love with more than one mission that night. Now that we’d committed to a future together, starting a family was our top priority. Making each other happy was a close second.

Perhaps it was the nursery that had already been set up in the cottage that made us feel such an urgency to fill it with our first baby. We were prepared to make love like rabbits until we became pregnant. And I was overjoyed at the idea.

Warner’s lips pressed against the side of my neck, then he grazed his teeth down, leaving a trail of lava behind. “Yes, babe,” I hissed. Every time his mouth touched my neck, it drew passion out of me in abundance.

I wrapped my legs around him, arching my body up to meet each savage thrust. He bit my earlobe, and his hot breath tickled my ear. “No. Call me what you did at the end of the marriage ceremony.”

“Yes, my husband.” I moaned as he grabbed one of my legs, moving up so that my knee was next to my head. He plunged even deeper inside of me.

“My wife,” he groaned. “My Irish princess is now my queen.”

“And my prince is now my king.” I raked my nails along his back as my body began to shake with a need to release.

My body called out for more from him. He gave me more, and then even more than that until I screamed. My orgasm took me on a journey to a place only he and I could find together.

He followed me on the journey, moaning his release. And then his mouth was on mine, kissing me harder, still thrusting, so the orgasm went deeper.

With no other thoughts but of pleasing him and being pleased by him, I fell into an abyss of pleasure and knew it would always be this way.

Our love would last. And we would leave a legacy behind us for our children and grandchildren, and their grandchildren as well. Not only had we formed a union in marriage, but we’d also formed a business that would see our children through a profitable future.

Life was good, and it was only beginning. With love, respect, and an insane connection, the Quinn-Nash family would be long-lived. And nothing would make me happier than that.