Page 69 of Hayes

"Is a very long time to be without each other physically," she concluded. Her fingers brushed back the lock of thick blonde hair that had fallen on his forehead.

"You are my wife."

"Until death parts us," she repeated the vow she had made before God and their families.

"Nothing will ever be too much that we cannot talk to each other and sort it out."

"Nothing," she agreed, shivering slightly when he ran his hands up her thighs. Sliding off the thin straps, she leaned back on her elbows and waited as he stripped the lace off her.

Her heart contracted at the sheer look of reverence on his handsome face as he stared at her. "You are so beautiful, and you are all mine." he whispered before bending his head to kiss her stomach.

"Hayes."

"Shh." He trailed hot kisses down her stomach, taking little nibbles until sparks of fire were shooting through her entire body. Her fingers curled into the material covering the bed, her body vibrating.

"Hayes." Her fingers dug into the sheet, body lifting toward him at the light touch of his mouth on her sensitive flesh. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, breath fanning the already engorged flesh.

"You won't. Please–" A gasp escaped her when he used the tip of his tongue to enter her slowly. Before she had time to brace herself, he plunged his tongue deep inside her and had her rearing off the bed. "Oh God!"

Clamping his hands on her hips, he held her steady while he relentlessly ravaged her with his tongue and lips. By the time he climbed on top of her, she was trembling, lost in a whirlpool of sensual passion, so powerful it left her senses reeling.

Bracing his hands on either side of her head, he forced himself not to drive into her. He was so hard; it was making it difficult for him to hold onto the control that was rapidly slipping away. The taste of her, the musky scent of her, filled his nostrils and his throat.

"Hayes," she said, her eyes brimming with tears, "please."

"Soon," he promised thickly. "Do you know how you look right now?"

"Hayes-” she gasped, her fingers were digging in his chest, her heart hammering, "I can't–"

"Like an exquisite woman waiting for her lover." Lowering himself slowly, he entered her an inch at a time, his body going stiff when her tightness sheathed him, pulling him in until he was deep inside her.

"I love the feel of you inside me," she told him, hands wandering up and down his muscular back before wrapping around his neck.

"It feels so hot, so unbelievably wonderful that I can't stand it." Her words combined with the dazed look of love on her face and her wrapped around him like a glove was making him weak and he knew it was not long before it would be all over.

"Cammy!" The groan was torn from his chest, and he could not stop himself from driving into her. The moment he did, the climax that had been hovering on the brink exploded inside her body.

Gripping his hair, she brought his lips to hers; the moans swallowed inside his mouth as her body was wracked by a storm, so profound and intense that it had tears streaming down her cheeks.

He tried to ease out, but as if she knew instinctively what he was about, she threw a leg over him, effectively trapping him. His body shuddered, and he felt the tightness of loins indicating that he was about to erupt.

The climax flooded his body and left him breathless. Tearing his mouth from hers, he increased the pace, until he was driving into her, his seed flooding the mouth of her womb. Leaning against her weakly, he waited a few seconds before shifting to the side and taking her with him.

He held her close, one hand splayed possessively across her stomach, the other running up and down her back slowly as he fought to get his breathing under control.

Burying her face in his chest, she breathed in his spicy cologne and closed her eyes. The intensity of their lovemaking had always frightened her, and it had taken her a long time to accept it and even then, she had not completely accomplished that.

"Darling?" Tilting his head, he searched for her face. "Tell me."

"Nothing."

He merely cocked a brow and waited. "I don't think I will ever get used to it."

"You said the same thing when we were teenagers."

"I never thought it could get more intense." She was still feeling the tremors racking her body.

"Is that a bad thing?" He was far from sated but was going to wait until she rested a little before going a second time.