![]() ![]() "I thought you’d hung it."Īmalie met Morgan’s gaze and knew he was as perplexed as she. "I did not put it there." She sat up on one elbow. Morgan opened his eyes, a lazy grin spreading on his face when he saw it. "Le gui." She did not know what the plant was called in English. It was only as she lay in his arms, about to drift into dreams, that she noticed it. He made sweet, slow love to her twice more, once on the bearskin rug before their bedroom fireplace and then again in their bed. Morgan caught her cries with a kiss, groaning into her mouth as he followed her into oblivion and spilled himself inside her. She found herself on the crest, bliss drawing tight in her belly, then exploding in a warm rush, a flood of liquid delight. ![]() ![]() Then his thumb found her most sensitive spot, teased it, moving in slick circles over the swollen nub. She closed her hands over his forearms, his fingers digging into her hips as he moved faster, thrust harder. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, the pleasure astonishing as he began to move, slow strokes quickly building into hard, rapid thrusts that rocked the bedstead. Her legs wrapped possessively around his waist, drawing him closer as he slid inch by slick inch inside her.Īmalie felt her body arch as Morgan stretched her, filled her, became one with her at last. ![]()
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