her, she seemed compelled with a desperate desire for his touch.
She could not draw a breath , or form a sane thought as warmth flowed through her veins. Her body responded with the need within her. She clung to him and slipped her arms tightly around his neck.
Giles straightened slightly. For a moment, he hesitated as his gray eyes burned into hers. Her eyes locked to his. Gone was the anger, replaced with questioning eyes. She leaned upward to encourage him to kiss her again.
He no longer fought his man’s desires; he wrapped his arms about her, and molded her to his body. She met his eagerness and unlocked all the denied passion held in limbo over the last months.
Her confidence grew. She unbuttoned his shirt and helped him discard it. Vaguely, Hannah was aware his arms picked her up, carried her into the bedroom and laid her upon the small bed. He paused only long enough to discard his pants and lay down beside her.
His hands reached down to the hem of her nightdress, to dispose of all between him and his needs. He looked at her in a way that caused anticipation of pleasure to tingle through her body.
She met his passion, heard him murmur words, unintelligible words as his lips traveled down the ivory column of her throat. He pressed his lips to the delicate hollow at its base and trailed downward with a burning fire to her full, ripe breasts.
She caught her breath in a ragged sound when his taunting, warm lips drew one pink nipple into his mouth, pleasuring first it and then the other. Pleasure surged like an uncontained wildfire until she abandoned herself in her own desires.
He lowered his hand and spread her thighs to where his fingers stroked her throbbing pulse in the most intimate of touch es. At first, it seemed unbearable. Instinctually, her body arched to his to relieve her of this torture. She wanted him and his angry longing.
He moved over her and she urged him to take her, begged him. He mounted her, thrust into her until a boundless end of sensations burst into a wave of ecstasy. It was a merging of bodies as they cleaved together to become truly husband and wife.
She cried out with his total possession of her. She gave to him and was his. Slowly, awareness returned, as she lay in his arms.
For a brief space of time, there was nothing except the two of them, the sound of the rain and an overwhelming sense of contentment.
Hannah woke to the sound of her son . He shifted around and made gurgling noises, working up to a cry. She sat up and turned; she expected to see her husband, but he wasn’t there.
Seth gave her no time to contemplate where he r husband had gone. He wailed. She picked up her son and quickly saw to his needs. Suckling her son to her breast, she heard shuffling footsteps in the next room and wondered briefly why Giles was up.
From the slits in the curtains, she saw the storm had subsided, but the sky was still dark. Morning lay a few hours away. Her hands caressed her small son’s head lovingly. She smiled down at the wee one and felt contentment that had long eluded her.
A sudden remembrance welled within her of her home back in Williamsburg. She could see so clearly her father sitting behind his desk in the study. And Mother Agnes, dear Mother Agnes, reprimanding her for missing her music lesson, yet in the next breath fixing her hair so her father couldn’t tell she had been out riding with her bothers. How long ago…an eternity! Her father would approve of Giles. Of that she was certain.
Her father had his doubts about Gabriel …warranted, without question. She ignored her father’s warnings: she wanted only Gabriel, believed she loved him so. What had she known of love!
Only the heartache when Gabriel had betrayed her, tricked her into staying in New York for his own gain, and the pain she suffered when she discovered his betrayal. Giles would never betray her. In that, she had no doubt, especially after this night.
Wide-eyed, Seth cooed up at her as he
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