Page 101 of His Loyal Rebel

Her skin flushed. He moved faster inside her.

Atop him, her leg trembled. "Whip?"

She caught her lower lip and arched. He rolled and braced above her. As he supported himself with his arms, he pounded into her.

He drove deep and quick, wanting her to remember today. The day she completed him.

"Oh, God. Yes." Her thighs tightened down on him. "Yes."

His blood roared. "That's it. Let it go."

He ground his hips down, thrusting up, stealing the words from her reply.

The cords of his neck raged as he buried every inch of him in her. Again and again.

Twyla bowed on the bed, moaning loudly. He growled. She looked fucking amazing.

He had her total trust. She had his. This was their life together.

Everything he gave her made him a better man. A stronger man. A freer man.

She was open to him and he dominated that vulnerability. Spread out on the bed, her hair loose and wild on the mattress. She flew like an angel, caught up in pleasure he gave her. Damn right, he gave her pleasure.

Every day, he'd give it to her, over and over.

He impaled her with his cock, eliciting a moan from her. It was almost too much. The tightness. The wetness. Ah, Jesus.

He lowered his upper body and captured her mouth.

She moaned into him. Consumed, he hungrily devoured her, taking her tongue, her lips, until her movements quickened and she violently thrashed on the bed. Then, he put his lips on her neck and gave her a mark that branded her his.

The sound of flesh smacking flesh. The heady aroma of sex hung around them.

His balls constricted as her attention turned to the pleasure wrapping around her. As if one, every muscle in his body surged.

She clenched around him. Her body bowed. Her head pressed back onto the bed as she ceased breathing.

A spasm rolled through his abdomen, and his ball sack constricted, threatening to weaken him as his climax possessed him. Then, sweet relief crumbled him, jet after jet.

Twyla's aftershocks continued to caress him minutes after she'd orgasmed. He blinked the tunnel vision away and absorbed her pleasure.

Her back gave up control, and she decompressed into the mattress. Her lips turned into a satisfied smile.

Knocked for a loop, he leaned to the side and fell beside her on the bed. His cock slipped free, smearing their combined wetness across her thigh.

No more condoms. There was going to be nothing between him and his woman.

She laughed gently. "I think you wore me out."

"Let's stay in bed and forget about the rest of the day." He looped his arm under her head and brought her to his chest. "I'll rest for five minutes, and we'll go at it again."

"We can't be rude. You're the one who invited everyone over." She kissed his nipple. "I need to shower before the others get here."

He lifted his arm, glanced at his watch, and exhaled, still trying to catch his breath. "We've got a couple of minutes."

"Oh, shit." She sat up in bed and crawled over him. "I'll be in the bathroom. You make up an excuse for why I'm not out there with you."

He slowly rolled up into a sitting position. "I'll tell them we were fucking, which is what I'm supposed to do on my wedding day. Maybe they'll take the hint and leave early."