Her Wicked Proposal novel Chapter 61

Cedric cursed and pulled out before plunging back in. His hips pistoned against the cushion of her backside. He'd never favored willowy fey-like women, preferring a woman closer to his size. Anne was a perfect match-her muscled body with elegant lines and rich curves was the most erotic thing he'd ever felt beneath him. She met his energy with her own, and he was relieved and excited. He'd feared taking her like this would upset her, but now he was unable to regret his actions.

To finally have her in the way he'd craved for years, it was too much, the pleasure too intense. Every instinct screamed with animal intent, to bind her to him forever. Now he had made her his, as much as any man could possess a woman. Men so often deluded themselves into believing they controlled the fairer sex, whether in bed or marriage. But the truth was that they could no sooner catch hold of a woman than they could harness the wind. And Anne was certainly a gale force he'd never wished to tame, only embrace its intensity.

"More!" Anne's desperate gasp nearly made him smile, but he could barely control himself as it was.

All his concentration was required to ride her over the edge of bliss before he could allow his own release. He slowed briefly, then dropped over her, covering her back with his chest. His arms encased her shoulders, his fingers lacing through hers as he resumed the wild thrusting from behind.

She tossed her head back, her dark tresses spilling to one side of her face, leaving her neck vulnerable. He sought her weak spot with his teeth and bit down. That was all it took. She clamped down around his shaft as she gave an uninhibited cry of sensual excitement, drawing him deeper, as though to keep him inside her. His own climax unleashed along with a hoarse cry from his own lips.

Anne collapsed onto her stomach beneath him. Too weak, he remained on top of her, unable to move away for a time. When he finally managed to, Anne cuddled against him. He took several deep breaths, shocked at the miracle he'd experienced.

For a few brief seconds he swore he'd glimpsed Anne, seen her curves bared to him.

Nonsense. How could that be? His imagination must have taken over, blurring the lines between fantasy and reality. The sensations and ecstasy of making love to her had been unlike any he'd had before with any other woman.

"Did I hurt you?" His voice was soft, but his breath was still ragged.

"No...I believe I enjoyed the roughness."

He knew her well enough to hear the blush in her tone. He absolutely adored that she could admit what she liked about their lovemaking. It was a good sign that their relationship, their trust, was healing.

"I didn't mean to get carried away," he admitted. "I blame it on the surroundings. The sounds and smells here make a man forget he's not a beast. I swear I didn't mean to treat you like a broodmare."

He was completely baffled when his remark was answered by a girlish giggle, quite unlike Anne, or at least the Anne he thought he knew. Could it be there was still a young girl inside her, that her icy walls were finally vanishing enough that she would someday be soft and sweet with him?

Anne's hands settled on his chest, fingers tracing invisible patterns. "If that is how you treat broodmares, then by all means, let's come to the stables more often." She paused, suddenly reflective. "I suppose I am proving to be the worst sort of wife. I am behaving more like a mistress. I ought to scold you and lie limp next time, shouldn't I?"

"Don't you dare!" Cedric's response was half-teasing, half-serious. "I enjoy your brazen behavior. Having one's wife behave like a hussy in her husband's bed is most satisfying." He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and pressed tiny kisses to her knuckles.