Page 166 of A Story of Love

“Eyes on me, Lorelei.”

She forced her eyes open and looked into bottomless black pools.

“Beg,” he whispered, flexing his thick shaft inside her, the feeling somehow more wicked than his powerful thrusting had been. “Say it. Say Fast, please give me an orgasm. When you do, I’ll give you everything you need and more.”

“I hate you,” she hissed.

“I’m waiting,” he taunted, moving his hips so subtly it was torture.

Lori gritted her teeth. “Please, Fast—just—just—make me orgasm, damn you!”

His hips were in motion before the last word left her mouth and it took scarcely a dozen strokes before she came apart. Unlike the last time, he didn’t stop during her climax, but intensified his thrusting, as relentless and pitiless as the surf pounding the shore.

A scant moment later he drove himself deep and shuddered, his shaft swelling inside her as he flooded her with heat. “I love you, Lorelei,” he rasped in a wrecked voice, his big body convulsing over and over, the spasms lessening into jerks and then twitches.

Finally, all the tension drained away and his body went heavy and limp. “All mine,” he mumbled, the words almost unintelligible, as if it had taken every last bit of effort to utter them.

Lori was reveling in the sensation of being surrounded by hard, hot male when Fast began to lift up on his elbows. “Don’t go.” She wrapped her arms around his broad back and held him tightly against her, not wanting him to leave just yet.

“But I’m crushing you.”

“I like it.”

He resisted for only a second and then relaxed with a groan that spoke of bone deep satisfaction. “Mmmm. Just a few minutes.” The last word was more of a yawn.

Lori smiled as his breathing gradually slowed. Even in her post coital daze she was aware that tonight had been a first for him, that she was the only woman in the world Fast had ever wanted to fill with new life.

The thought brought unexpected tears to her eyes—happy ones—that he’d waited so long. For her.

She pressed her face against the damp skin of his throat, inhaling his heady scent. “I love you, Stand Fast Severn.”

Her new husband’s answer was a soft snore.

Lori laughed and held him tighter.

The End

Epilogue

Fast cleared his throat and looked up at Lori with an amused, but pained expression. “Er, darling… it’s a bit chilly in here. If you wouldn’t mind?”

Lori shook herself. “Oh! I beg your pardon,” she said, and then quickly, but reluctantly, pulled the wicked black leather counterpane up over his magnificent body, debating whether she could leave his chest and nipples exposed. Just a little bit—enough for her to—

He laughed and her head whipped up. “What is so amusing?”

“When I hinted that I was cold, I wasn’t asking you to cover me with a blanket.”

“Then—”

“I want your naked body, sweetheart,” he said, lifting his hips off the bed—at least as much as he could with both his wrists and ankles bound—his long, thick shaft creating an erotic ridge beneath the leather.

Lori couldn’t tear her eyes from the sight, her sex clenching so hard she could feel an orgasm lurking not too far away. How remarkably wonderful was that? Just looking at his covered body was enough to—

“Loreleiiiii.”

Again, she looked up. “What?”

He pushed out his lower lip, obviously trying to look pitiful. “That dressing gown is lovely, darling, but won’t you remove it, pull this damned counterpane off, and fuck me as if you want to destroy me?”