Page 105 of Juliet's Touch

Eric’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, Juliet.”

“Yes,” she said. “Fuck me, Eric.”

He hissed. “You’re so wet for me, darling.” He slid out partway, then slammed his hips upward.

They both cried out.

“Harder,” she begged unashamedly. Now that she was married, she felt free to explore all her wanton needs, and my, oh my, were they libidinous.

His pupils unfocused, and his jaw tense, he obliged, pummeling her with savage thrusts. Over and over again, his hips slammed into hers until the headboard pounded on the chamber wall and her inner walls quaked.

His hard as steel cock swelled even more, filling her completely.

“It feels so good,” she said.

She moaned, then wriggled beneath him, trying to force his seeking body parts where she needed them. Seeming to understand her needs better than she did, he rocked his hips, then drove his pelvis upward. The friction rubbed against her pearl.

“Eric!” She gasped as the whirling ball of heat inside her exploded outward.

“Juliet, I love you!” He grunted as hot liquid shot into her.

She lay still, whilst her walls surrounded and lapped up his seed, pulling it toward her belly. Eric dropped onto the bed beside her and pulled her body tight against his.

He nuzzled her ear. “Good night, wife.”

She snuggled into the cradle he’d created for her. “Good night, husband.” She rested a hand on her belly. A tiny flutter of hope warmed her from the inside out—not certainty, but something close.

Good night, little one,she thought.If you’re there…your papa and I already love you.

Eric’s hand drifted to her belly, and he exhaled a contented sigh. “I hope our baby is as sweet as you.”

Apparently, men had instincts too. Not to mention that she shared a bond that went deeper than words with this father-to-be.

“And as brave as you,” she said, as she closed her eyes.