Love Redeemed (12 page)
Authors: Sorcha Mowbray
Tags: #Historical Romance, #The Market Series, #Romance, #Victorian, #Historical, #Literature & Fiction
Whimpering in need and desire, she pushed back farther against him. Her ass ground against his thighs before sliding forward. He required a moment or he would be unmanned by his own need. Clasping her shoulder, he stopped her forward progress holding her in place. The burning ache of denied release passed and he could move. Hands on her hips, he skimmed back and slammed forward again. An inexorable drive to be deeper in her core had him pounding into her body like a man possessed.
A compulsion to mark her rode him hard. Even as his balls slapped against her thighs and his fingers dug deeper, gripping her securely.
She groaned. “Yes, Brennan, I’m yours.” Her glorious red hair tumbled loose from the force of his thrusts, and her hands splayed out to brace her body on the bed. A soft note of lilies wafted up to him combined with the musky scent of sex.
“Mine,” he repeated as she peaked. Her body spasmed around his invasion, clutched his cock in a vise that felt too good. He continued pumping, fighting the resistance of her body as his own orgasm sparked to life. One, two, three strokes and he pulled from her to pump his own cock as he came on the creamy smoothness of her backside. Spent, he tucked his soft dick back in his trousers and found a cloth by the washbasin to wipe her off. He rolled her over and kissed her again.
Despite the physical satiation, emotional turmoil rocked him. She claimed to be his in the heat of the moment, but would she change her mind? He needed her to understand no other woman would do. Her love made him feel whole.
Breaking their connection, he reached to the floor and found his robe nearby. He slipped each of her arms into the sleeves and wrapped it across her body before tying the belt.
“What is this for?” She waved her hand at the robe.
“I need your delectable and distracting body covered while we finish this conversation.” He settled next to her on the bed. “There are a few things we need to straighten out about our new agreement.”
“Are there?” Serena arched a single brow in question.
“Indeed. You will henceforth be known as Mrs. Brennan Whitling because you will marry me. You will admit you love me. You will move all of your belongings here and sleep with me in this bed every night for the remainder of your days as befitting my wife. And, you will do all of this because you love me, you mule-headed woman.”
“Well then, you sir will remember you are my husband and will refrain from gallivanting about London with blond-haired chits who could be your little sister. You will come home every day for lunch so you may see me. And you will end your membership at The Market as this will be the sole place you need come for pleasure. And you will do all this because you love me.” Serena beamed at him and launched herself into his arms as they fell back on the bed and kissed as if only their love could offer redemption.
~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.
She is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!
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