He slid back into her arms and into her urgent body, making her gasp with the unexpected discomfort. But she trusted him too much to complain, and after a moment of labored breathing, he began to move, gently and sweetly, and the pleasure crept back. His eyes, excitingly hot and clouded, locked with hers, as though gauging her reaction to his every caress, inside and out. She let her growing wonder shine in her face and in her hands as she stroked his warm back, and the delight grew in his eyes to match hers.
She had hoped to please him, but never had she imagined the kind of joy she so clearly brought to him. It sped hers over the edge into ecstasy, and she cried out in awe and gratitude.
Later, much later, they walked naked, hand-in-hand into her adjoining bedchamber and lay down together in the bed.
He stroked her hair, smiling. “Are you weary, my love?”
She shook her head. “No. Are you?”
“No. I don’t believe I shall ever be weary again.”
As he kissed her, just before she lost herself completely, she wondered about the Hart Inn and Lily, who had first brought them together. She hoped Lily would find happiness like this.
And then there was only Marcus.