His Lady Mistress

Elizabeth Rolls285tiful. Too beautiful. But I want all of you.’ The uncertaintyin her eyes, the unconcealed longing, burnt at his control.‘All of me?’ Her shaken whisper scored him.‘All of you,’ he confirmed, easing back from her to unbuttonthe nightgown. He stripped it from her with swift,urgent hands and flung it away. He couldn’t wait. She washis and he had denied it too long.‘You are mine. You are carrying my child. And there isnothing to hold us apart any longer.’ Then, needing to showher, he slowly bent down to kiss her belly. Tenderly, reverently,as he caressed the gentle curve with shaking fingers.His wife. Quickening with his seed. His. In every waypossible.Shuddering with the force of his need, he rose over her,pressing one knee between her silken thighs, opening herfully. This time there was no resistance. Eagerly she obeyedhis unspoken command, yielding to him, clinging. His thighrested over hers, pinning it to the mattress. Every musclelocked with restraint, his fingers sought her softness, caressing,stroking tenderly. Soft, wet heat bloomed under his touchin the sweetest surrender.Taking her mouth gently, he settled in the cradle of herbody. She tensed. Despite the pounding ache he forced himselfto stop. He released her mouth, kissed a hot trail downher throat and drew one hardened nipple deeply into hismouth. With a wild cry she arched into him. He suckledlightly, biting and laving the tender flesh until broken criesrippled from her and she twisted urgently against him, heruncertainty consumed in a blaze of yearning.Releasing her breast, he kissed his way back to her mouth,distracting her with featherlight kisses as he fitted himself toher.Her mouth clung to his as her hips tilted to accept him. Hegroaned and clamped one hand to her hip, holding her still.‘No,’ he whispered against her trembling mouth. ‘Not yet.’