Lover Be Mine A Legendary Lovers Novel - By Nicole Jordan Page 0,100

to join with hers, and Sophie opened her body to the slow thrust of his manhood.

When he slid into her wordlessly, she took his impaling length fully inside her and raised herself up to sit astride him. Then holding his dark gaze, she arched her back and began to move with him, riding him in a sensual rhythm.

As expected, their languor did not last. His arousing fingers tightened on her nipples, and just like that, the tenor of their lovemaking changed from sensual to insistent. Tension vibrated between them; heat, friction, cadence all increasing.

Sophie rose and fell with quickening eagerness, and Jack matched her stroke for stroke. His hands moving to clench her hips, he drove himself upward into her body, hard and deep. Soon her whimpers turned to moans. Fever sang in her veins, while the naked hunger on his face stole her breath.

He was fierce, demanding, almost savage, but she welcomed his urgency. Each time he thrust, a bolt of fire shot through her, so intense, so consuming, she thought she might burst into flame herself.

Eventually she did burst. Her cries echoed in the quiet bedchamber as she shattered and dissolved in a crescendo of pure joy. Jack caught her when she fell forward onto his chest, an instant before the explosive fire swept over him also.

Through her haze of ecstasy, she heard his harsh groans, felt his shudders, the spasms of his body as he bucked beneath her, shaking with pleasure. As his own climax throbbed against her womb, Sophie collapsed mindlessly, her bones melting over him.

Jack remained inside her for a long while, their breaths harsh and rapid. Then, easing her to the mattress, he curled his body around hers and held her fiercely.

Sophie was his, now and forever, he thought with dazed satisfaction. She was a part of him.

The depth of longing he felt for her still amazed him. Jack exhaled in wonder upon realizing how much he’d changed in the short time since meeting her. His sense of aloneness was gone for good, and whatever loneliness he’d felt since childhood was vanquished completely, all because of Sophie.

She had healed the last lingering wounds of his soul.

As they lay there in the aftermath of passion, their damp bodies cooling in the dim morning light, Jack drew back to gaze at her. In appearance, she had always been a vibrant beauty, and if anything her radiance had only grown more pronounced since their wedding yesterday. But it was her inner beauty that had utterly captured him.

Loving her seemed so right, so perfect.

Sophie might have felt the same rightness, for when she opened her eyes, the glisten of her tears reflected the joy he saw there.

“Good morning, wife,” he said huskily.

“Good morning, husband,” she returned, her voice a warm rasp. “What a lovely way to awaken.”

“Indeed.”

It was entrancing to wake with Sophie in his arms. Particularly given the difficulties he’d had in getting her into their nuptial bed. They were bound in matrimony now, having been joined by special license the morning after her father’s capitulation.

Following the small ceremony attended by their families and a few close friends, Quinn and Skye had thrown a grand, hastily arranged celebration ball at the Traherne mansion in Berkeley Square, not only to welcome Sophie into their clan, but to show the world that the feud between the Fortins and Wildes was entirely over. Last evening, Jack had watched with growing amusement as his family overwhelmed Sophie’s parents, showering them with such effusive warmth that Oliver Fortin turned glassy-eyed.

The Duke of Dunmore had attended the ball also, a strategy designed to show the ton that no ill feelings remained after the dissolution of his betrothal to Sophie, and to allow Kate and Skye to scout out potential brides for him. Reportedly, they already had several candidates in mind. Not only had the duke greatly enjoyed the ball, he was eagerly looking forward to finding his suitable match.

Prince Raoul had been present at the wedding ceremony as well—a development that still astonished Jack—but hadn’t attended the ball in order to save his strength for his surgery, which was scheduled for a few hours from now. After a careful examination of the prince’s wound, Mr. Geary had verified the possibility of a foreign object lodged deep in the chest tissue that could be causing Prince Raoul’s decline.

If the operation to remove any extraneous matter proved successful, the prince would remain in Geary’s hospital for a time, then make his recovery at Tallis Court,