the viscount who loved me by julia quinn

He wanted to possess her, to own her, to hold her beneath him and never let her go. Her breath was coming faster and faster, and each little wispy gasp inflamed his passion even more. “Oh, God, Kate,” he moaned, his ability to form flowery sentences completely lost in the primitive heat of the moment. She was utter perfection beneath him, her hips rising to meet his, moving tentatively at first, then with a vigor that matched her rising passion. His mouth took hers as one of his hands snaked up to caress her breast. He shook his head slowly as his body began to move in an ancient rhythm. He groaned, barely able to believe just how good it felt to be buried completely within her. “Anthony, stop!” she gasped, squirming desperately beneath him. “Not at-Oooohhh!” She let out a squeal as one of his hands found a particularly sensitive spot under arm. “That sounds like a yes to me,” he said with a grin. He cut her off with a finger to her lips. “She’s arguing with me on our wedding night.” “I can’t believe this,” Anthony said, as if there were someone else in the room to hear him. She nodded, but he could feel her body tense up, which he knew would only make it worse. But I promise you, the pain will never be repeated.”

“Far, far from it.” His eyes growing serious, he added, “This is where it might hurt a little, Kate. “Far from it, my dear wife,” he gasped, wiping his eyes with one hand as he tried to hold himself up with the other. “Are we done?” she asked in clear disbelief. He leaned down, brushed his lips against her ear, and whispered, “What do you think now?”įor a moment she didn’t respond in any way, then he felt her start in surprise when she finally figured out what he was asking. She gazed at him in response, clearly waiting for him to elucidate further. “But now,” he said, keeping a scrupulously straight face, “I have a question for you.”

She scowled again, and it made him want to explode in laughter. “Your secret”-one more little thrust and he was resting against her maidenhead-“wasn’t very much of a secret.”

The viscount who loved me by julia quinn