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He moved down her body, his tongue tasting the salt and the sweetness of her skin as he licked his way down to her neckline.

He then raised her skirts and her petticoats to her stomach, exposing those long, sculpted legs clad in stockings. Just the sight of the dark auburn curls between her thighs had his balls tighten in anticipation and his hard cock jerk in his trousers.

Spreading her folds, he sealed his mouth with her sex and moaned in satisfaction when she gave a long, sweet gasp of pleasure. He loved how she tasted. Sweet and pungent. Just the taste of her and the soft, velvety feel of her against his mouth was enough to make him stiffen even more.

He knew where she liked to be teased, how much pressure would bring her the most pleasure, and how fast he needed to move his tongue. He sucked in her clit and suckled it gently, and she rewarded him with an adorable little squirm of her hips, closing her thighs around his head. When he inserted his finger and hooked it so that he could reach the sweet spot inside her, and started moving it just how she liked, she moaned and arched her back, her fingers digging into his hair.

When she began moving her hips, rubbing herself against him, he almost came. He loved it when she did that, practically using him to bring herself pleasure.

He moved his finger inside her faster and harder, and he felt her tighten and shrink around him. She was close, he could feel it, but she stilled and pulled herself away from his mouth and pushed his hand.

“I want you inside me…” she murmured, her eyes hooded, her cheeks and neck red. “I must feel you, Nathaniel. You and I connected. One…”

He must be inside of her, feel her, alive and well and in his arms.

“Yes, love,” he replied. “That is what you shall have.”

He rose against her, removed his trousers, and hugged her, lay on his back, and pulled her on top of himself. His cock twitched and ached, impatient to get inside her. Her folds were right there, but he wanted her to have all the control now.

He wanted to see her riding him, on top of him, see her face once she claimed her release.

She reached back and grasped his cock, directing him to her entrance. She was so wet he slid in quickly and shuddered as her tight, hot walls took him in, wrapping around him. Then she began to move, and he lost it. Feeling her sex pump him like that, own him like that was his undoing.

“So good, Nathaniel,” she murmured as she rode him. “You feel so good…”

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, barely able to stop himself from coming. He felt his release tighten his balls and fought to contain the tidal wave of pleasure he was about to spill.

He grasped her hips, moving her faster, harder against him, as her own movements grew more urgent.

And then, as their hips moved in unison, he felt her quiver and tremble around him, her entire body shaking. He couldn’t stop himself. She was his undoing. His fearless woman. This gorgeous creature he knew he would always love.

He bucked, his body as tense as a tree, and then he was coming and coming, exploding into her, and they were on the edge together, and he couldn’t stop looking at her.

His precious wife, who was his salvation and his destruction.

She crumpled on top of him in a delicious heap, and he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her beautiful locks, inhaling her scent like it was air and he couldn’t get enough.

He could feel her back moving up and down against his arms as she breathed, and he was still inside her and never wanted to leave her body. He longed to be forever intwined with her, connected like this, skin to skin, soul to soul.

He felt so heavy and warm and sated, her soft weight like heaven on top of him. Her silky hair tickled the side of his face. As he came back to awareness, he listened to the sounds of the house, alert for intruders. He could be lying dead on the floor of that warehouse. Instead, he was alive and holding the love of his life in his arms. The mother of his future child.

Who had risked her life and the life of their future child—for him.

Who would still be in danger.

“I could have lost you and the baby,” he rasped against her neck. “You were so reckless.”

He could feel her muscles stiffen under his fingers, and she raised her head and looked at him. An emotion rose in his throat at how beautiful she was, her lips red and full from his kisses, her eyes glistening, a healthy blush on her cheeks. “I wasn’t. If I had to barge into the warehouse and fight the seven of them with my bare fists, I would have. But thanks to you, I can shoot, and I could act without endangering myself.”

Anger rose in him like a wall of fire, and he sat up with her still on top of him. She blinked and frowned.

“We do have quite different definitions of ‘reckless,’ then,” he said. “I told you to stay in the carriage. You promised me.”

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t?” she demanded.

“You could have been hurt! So could the baby!”