Page 48 of Wolfehound (De Wolfe Pack Generations #11)
The sounds coming out of her mouth were setting Liam on fire.
He couldn’t seem to kiss her enough, taste her enough, and the hand on her breast grew bolder.
He slipped his fingers along the neckline, trying to pull it away somehow, but the shift didn’t have much give and he had no patience for it.
As their kisses increased in intensity, he took hold of the top of her neckline and ripped it in half in one swift, clean motion.
Cambria gasped with surprise as the shift fell away and her naked torso was exposed underneath. Liam’s mouth was on her cleavage before she could take another breath, and before she realized what he was doing, he took a pink nipple in his mouth and latched on furiously.
That nearly brought Cambria off the bed.
Clutching the coverlet beneath her as if that could keep her sane, she cried out softly as his hot, wet mouth pulled her nipple into a hard little pellet.
He had somehow managed to wedge himself in between her legs at that point, his heated body overwhelming her, and Cambria was consumed with him.
He was finally touching her, as a husband touches a wife, and she was enjoying every second of it.
She wanted more.
Liam paused long enough to yank his breeches off before collapsing back against her, his mouth returning to her breasts.
Her flesh was sweet and delicious and he nursed hungrily, first one and then the other, leaving her flesh wet with his saliva.
Her entire chest area was wet with his saliva, and it further inflamed him as he feasted on her flesh.
He’d never been so wildly aroused in his entire life.
But there was more.
He wanted to taste everything.
From where he was, he could smell the delicious, musky scent of her woman’s center, and his mouth left her breasts, trailing down her torso until he came to the thatch of dark hair between her legs. Grasping her buttocks with both hands, he descended on the sweet pink folds with gusto.
He feasted.
Cambria had to shove her hands into her mouth, stifling a cry of passion that would have surely raised the roof, as Liam put his face between her legs.
If there had been any words of protest, they died on her lips when she quickly realized how marvelous it felt.
His tongue was stroking her, and he was grunting softly with every lap of the tongue as he became acquainted with her in the most intimate way possible.
He thought it would be enough to satisfy him, at least for a little while, but it wasn’t.
He needed all of her.
All he could think of was joining his body to hers at that point. He’d shown her what pleasure was like. Now he was going to show her what ecstasy was like. When he realized she had opened her legs wide to him, waiting for that innate act of mating to take place, he knew that the time had come.
He wasn’t going to make either one of them wait any longer.
Lifting himself up, Liam found Cambria’s lips once again as he carefully guided his manhood into her tender, virginal walls.
Thrusting gently with his hips, he seated himself halfway on the first thrust, giving her a little time to adjust, before thrusting a second time that saw him nearly completely buried in her.
Beneath him, Cambria cried out softly at the sensation of his enormous member inside her, but she was so consumed by his delicious kisses and heated body that all she could do was encourage him as he thrust into her.
It seemed like the most natural state of being, his body buried deep within hers as it was always meant to be.
It was bliss.
They were so highly aroused that on the fourth or fifth thrust, Cambria cried out softly at the thrill of her first climax.
Liam could feel her wet heat throbbing around him, milking him for his seed, and he didn’t want to answer her.
Not now. Not yet. He wanted to enjoy this moment he’d waited so long for, but already, he knew it was the best moment of his life.
It wasn’t long before he could feel his own release approaching, and he embraced it, thrusting into her with one hard, final movement before releasing himself, filling her womb with his essence.
But even after he released himself, he continued to grind his pelvis against her, feeling her shake with another climax.
And another.
Liam wasn’t entirely sure when he stopped thrusting into her.
Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe he still was. He was dazed from it all, lingering in a world where only Cambria’s body mattered to him.
The feel of her, the touch of her, the smell of her.
Her legs were wrapped around his hips, her arms around his neck, and her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Wasn’t this what pure perfection was supposed to be? Pure delight?
Pure love?
He considered himself the most fortunate man who had ever lived.
In fact, he knew he was.
Nine months and two days later, a fat baby boy was born to Cambria and Liam after an entire day of labor.
The wait was excruciating for Liam, but he didn’t have to endure it alone because his parents had come to Easington Castle for the birth.
Therefore, he sat with his father and all but two of his brothers, drinking and talking, waiting out the birth while Cambria struggled to bring forth their son.
When the baby finally came, big and healthy, the first thing Liam noticed about his son was that he had black hair like his mother.
It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Little William Cai Herringthorpe, who was to go by his Welsh name of Cai, had a hell of a heritage to live up to as the grandson of Llywelyn the Last. Although his creation had originally been the result of an act of vengeance, and one of political rebellion, the fates had been kind.
What had started out as something harsh and punishing had turned into a love story for the ages.
A romance of legend.
An English knight, a Welsh princess, and a love that would last for eternity. Eventually, Liam and Cambria’s youngest daughter was named Gwenllian in tribute to Cambria’s birth origins and her royal heritage, and when Gwen Herringthorpe married, it was also for love.
But that’s another story altogether.
Cariad yw dechrau am byth.
Love is the beginning of forever.
For Liam and Cambria, it was.
* THE END *