Page 61 of The Darkest Knight

She shook her head, took his face in her hands, and pulled his lips to hers.

His response was ardent, his lips covering hers. She felt him relax and fall with her onto the bed. When his tongue began to explore her mouth, she ran her hands through his hair. Niall’s hands moved down her side and he caressed her back and butt, each touch filling her with heat and want.

Her limited clothing was gone before she knew it. He removed his with haste and when he held her to him, she reveled in the feel of his hard body pressed to hers. They lay side by side, his hardness teasing her as he tasted her skin, kissing her neck, shoulders, and breasts.

They made love with urgency, with passion, with greed.

Everything disappeared except each other, the sounds of their lovemaking, harsh breaths, and sounds of suckling both lips and skin.

Their movements became almost frantic racing toward the crest from which the fall would be ever so magical.

In that moment, Tammie understood what it meant to be fully loved. Niall loved every part of her, body, mind, and soul.

To her, he was perfection, their bodies recognizing the other half, the only partner each would ever require. Nothing else could possibly reach the level of sensations, the heights that they reached together.

Just as she began to climb, Tammie met Niall’s gaze. “I love you.”

In response, he inhaled deeply, his eyes falling closed. “And I love you.”

His movements continued, and with each plunge, he urged her closer to release until stars exploded behind her eyelids. The sound of his release, the hoarse deep moan as his entire body shuddered, sent her to float with him.

They lay silent, both caressing the other, not wanting to break the spell of their reunion.

He sighed contentedly and kissed her neck. This tall, handsome, mostly silent man who she loved belonged to her now.

Tammie couldn’t stop smiling.

He rolled off of her, but held her tightly against his

“Do you love me?” Niall asked.

She caressed his face. “I love you with all my being.”

“Will you marry me?”

The question caught her off guard. “Uh ... Are you sure?” she stuttered.

“Of course I am sure.”

“Well I am certainly not going to allow you to run around this realm single and looking so medieval and hot. Women are going to throw themselves at you.”

“I do not know what you said.” He kissed her lightly. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” Tammie replied trailing her hand down his chest past his stomach. “Oh yes.”