Page 165 of A Story of Love

“Neither am I. But I no longer fear becoming pregnant, either,” Lori said, wanting him to understand just how earthshaking her change of heart was. “I have always loved and wanted children, but I’ve spent the last seven years telling myself that no man would want to marry a woman with my tattered reputation. And now, quite suddenly, I’ve discovered that isn’t true. Indeed, I’ve fallen in love with a man who has not only accepted me—mistakes and all—but is my champion.”

He growled. “I cannot believe how much you’ve suffered because of that lout, Lorelei. You should have let me beat him when I had my hands on him. Who is his father?” he demanded, the question startling her.

“He is the Earl of Seton’s heir. Why?”

Fast’s eyes narrowed and his gaze turned distant, as if he were plotting.

“You cannot challenge his father to a duel or kill him either,” she added quickly.

He barked a laugh, the menacing expression draining from his handsome face.

Lori stroked his back. “I do not want to think about him, Fast. I just wanted you to know that with you, everything is different. And…and I am excited to have your child.”

“I know exactly how you feel, darling.”

“Truly?”

“Truly. Just remember that it doesn’t always happen immediately—sometimes it may take years.”

“I believe either alternative would be fine… with you.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, and then flexed his hips, slowly breaching her. He cocked his head and paused. “You are holding your breath. Am I hurting you?”

“No, not at all. It’s just that…er, you are bigger than I remember.”

“You say the nicest things, sweetheart.” His hips fell into a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. “Mmm, such a tight, wet little pussy.” He propped himself on one elbow and reached between them. “Let me see if I can make you even wetter, love.”

Lori shivered as he unerringly located the source of her pleasure and commenced to drive her mad.

It did not take long to reach her climax, and Lori was distantly aware that her shouts had to be audible down in the kitchen but couldn’t bring herself to care. Each time her inner muscles flexed, the blissful sensation was intensified by having something big and hard filling her.

“Feeling good?” he asked a few moments later, once she had floated back down to earth.

“Mm-hmm.”

He kissed her as his hips—which had stilled during her climax—resumed their steady pumping, slow at first, but gradually picking up the pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

Lori groaned when he changed the angle, causing a subtle, delicious friction in exactly the right place

His skin slicked with his exertions and his breathing roughened, but the pounding rhythm of his hips did not falter.

Lori gave herself up to the primal sensation of being so utterly possessed, so completely owned. Within moments, her body was yet again speeding toward the brink, each savage pump ratcheting the need inside her tighter and tighter and—

“You need it harder, don’t you, my little temptress?” Fast demanded in a breathless voice. The question made Lori aware that she had bent her knees and was digging her heels into the bed to meet his thrusts.

When she didn’t answer, he…stopped. “Don’t you, Lorelei?” he repeated, his lips curved into a cruel, sensual smile.

She lifted her hips, grinding against him and trying to regain that glorious momentum.

“Beg for your orgasm, Lorelei.”

Lori’s entire body stiffened. “Wh-what?”

“Beg and I’ll give you what you want, my beautiful lover. What you need.” His smile grew larger, and she knew it was because her body had—yet again—betrayed her by tightening in response to his erotic mockery.

“You—you—” She lost sight of what she’d been going to say when he slammed in hard enough that she saw white spangles.

She whimpered when he yet again went motionless.