rolled through her body. Muscles clenched and fluttered to the rhythm of her heartbeat. "Sam!"
He released her finally and kissed his way up her body. Sam eased Mary Ann onto her side, molding his body up against her. She craned her neck to kiss him, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Mary Ann felt his erection nudge her bottom. He lifted her leg and thrust between her folds, using the weeping crown of his member to stroke her intimately. "You know, we may not be able to do this very often as our child grows within you," he teased.
Mary Ann swatted his arm. "Lies. Abigail says it is perfectly safe so long as we make adjustments."
Sam chuckled into the crook of her neck. Mary Ann felt each warm puff of air and smiled. Before she could respond, he pressed against her opening. Inch by inch, Sam filled her slowly in one fluid thrust. The wetness between her thighs eased his penetration as he stretched her body to its limits. "Oh, god…"
"You feel like a dream."
"More...please," she begged sweetly. Mary Ann curled her fists into the sheets and shoved her hips back. Sam hissed through his teeth and gripped her hips tightly. Mary Ann continued to rock her hips against him, chasing her pleasure. Sweat mingled with the water of her bath and the fragrant oils that kept her skin soft. But beneath her feminine scent, there was something far more masculine within the room. Leather, earth, and rain surrounded her. Sam smelled of the forest, and Mary Ann loved it.
She felt herself nearing completion, but Sam stopped. He rolled her onto her back and draped his large body over her. His large palms pressed against the bed on either side of her head. Mary Ann wrapped her legs around him and felt him slide even deeper.
Sam loved her slowly with strong, languid thrusts that touched places inside of Mary Ann that made her toes curl. He kept her on edge, hovering right before the drop. Mary Ann stared up into his eyes and whispered, "I love you."
It was as though it were the first time she had ever uttered those words. She said them over and over, holding on to Sam with a white-knuckled grip. He lowered himself onto his forearms and brushed her hair back from her face. "I love you too, Mary," he replied. "I love you with all my heart."
She threw her head back and moaned as Sam swelled inside of her. He leaned down and sank his teeth into the base of her throat. The heat of his seed spilling into her quivering channel caused Mary Ann to follow him into a wave of pleasure that brought a tear to her eye.
Sam rolled onto his side and cradled her against his chest. "Will you marry me?" he asked, lips brushing against her forehead.
"I will. I'll marry you, Samuel." She smiled to herself in the dark as he sighed happily. Mary Ann didn’t know when she finally drifted off to sleep, but she did so with a sense of peace. It was a knock on the door that awakened her and Sam. Mary Ann pulled the covers to her chin as he went to see who was at the door. She recognized Beth’s voice. “Itsá is ready to talk to everyone. Be downstairs in an hour or so. I still have to get Jesse out of bed. The man is grumpier than a hibernating bear.”
Sam closed the door gently and returned to bed. He slipped beneath the covers, and Mary Ann felt his warmth all around her. “So, I’ve been meanin’ to ask. What happened on the mountain? I was nearly convinced you were dead, Mary Ann.”
“I think I was for a moment. I’m not sure if what I experienced was a dream or a vision or...somethin’ different entirely. I saw you standing in a desolate field beside the Wendigo Spirit and the Skadegamutc. It was as though the wolf had been corrupted and took over your body. But I knew you were still fightin’ against it; I knew you weren’t gone forever. I just could not reach you in time. Itsá and Gabriel brought me back.”
Chapter Nineteen
Sam left the room long before Mary Ann. He leaned against the wooden post on the front porch and watched Boone go all caveman on the scumbag sheriff that arrested him the night before. Sam found it absolutely hilarious every time the lawman glanced in his direction. At