A Devil Named DeVere (The Devil DeVere)(106)

He withdrew and a second finger joined the first. She stiffened only for a moment before her body responded almost on its own. She arched into him with a low moan as her climax continued to build. It was as a banked fire waiting to combust. But it still wasn't enough. She wanted him with the deepest ache…to be inside her…joining with her…filling her.

She groped behind her on a frantic whisper, "Please. I want you." He responded with a hissing intake of breath when she found his cock, clasping it tightly in her hand.

***

His vision blurred with lust, Ludovic freed himself from her greedy grasp to apply more oil to both his throbbing staff and to her insanely alluring arse. Lovingly, he parted her cheeks, nestling himself snugly within the globes, where he slid himself up and down her cleft, as his mind and body became engulfed in the delicious sensation of slick friction. He commenced circling his head around her tight orifice, while she arched into him in glorious invitation.

"Please. Now." She whimpered. "I need you inside me."

Diana's ultimate surrender was what he had most longed for. Yet he still needed to hear it explicitly from her lips, voiced in tones of certainty. "Are you sure, my love?"

"Yes. I am yours, Ludovic," she responded in a strangled voice. "In any way you choose to take me."

Trembling with his own need, he took himself in hand, but still hesitated. "I won't hurt you, Diana. Know that I will stop at any moment you change your mind. Tell me you believe that."

"I do," she whispered. "Please." She reached for him again on a sob, but he needed no further encouragement. "Breathe deeply, my love." He slowly penetrated all the while caressing, cupping, and stroking her bottom. When his crown disappeared, she inhaled a sharp breath and he froze. Ludovic clenched his jaw, awaiting her protest, even as he fought the powerful urge to push completely into her…but to his immense relief, she exhaled again on a long and audible gush.

Thank God.

He entered her further, pushing into her with slow and controlled deliberation, watching in fascination, as his cock disappeared. Diana moaned beneath him. "Are you all right, my dear?" he rasped, his patience hanging by a thread.

"Yes," she replied on a sigh. "You are not hurting me. Quite the contrary."

Am I delirious? "You are in no discomfort?"

"There is some discomfort, but there is also something else. Something I can't describe. Please don't stop."

Sweet Jesus. She had answered his prayer. His lids fluttered shut to the exquisite squeeze of her muscles, his fevered lust spiking another notch as he continued his progress in measured, rapturous and agonizing inches. When he opened them again he looked down, enthralled beyond description at the erotic vision of his cock buried to the hilt inside her.

Panting and sweating from the efforts of self-restraint, he grasped her hips and gently rocked, grinding and circling his pelvis against her delectably sweet arse

***

Although they had shared many deep intimacies, Diana had never experienced such a feeling of total surrender and wanton abandon as she placed herself so completely in his hands. Instead of frightful, she suddenly found it freeing. Ludovic had always been an unparalleled lover, but in this act, he had demonstrated a tenderness she had rarely known in his passionate lovemaking. He pulsed deeply within her, seemingly in synchrony with her own pounding heart, moving gently, stretching and filling… not only her body… but her very soul.

When he took hold of her hips and began his steady cadence, the climax that had been simmering and swirling within her roared to life with a rabid force that stole her breath. Her body trembled. Her mind went black. Diana screamed in sheer ecstasy as wave after shocking wave came over her.

Ludovic followed suit with his own shuddering groan, pumping his hips thrice and letting loose all he had been holding back. He followed her into the sublime abyss, spending his scalding essence into her. They lay mindless, boneless and spent collapsed against one another. And in this matchless moment, in the weakening, panting, paroxysms of pleasure, Diana feared her heart would burst from her love for him. But to her shock…something else burst instead…





Chapter Thirty-four


Diana cried out in alarm at the sudden gush of warm fluid streaming down her thighs. Ludovic bolted upright, wide-eyed in panic. "God, God, Diana! What is it? What has happened?"

"I-I think it's my waters. The membranes must have ruptured."

He regarded her, thunderstruck. "But I didn't…I took care not to… Sweet Jesus," he groaned. "What does this mean?"

She gifted him a tremulous smile. "I think it means, my love, that I am about to have your child."

"Bloody hell!" he cried. "It's not time! Ford said you were weeks away! Have we precipitated the event? Have the pains begun?" he demanded. "Ford warned me not to ouch you, but selfish bastard that I am, I wouldn't listen. Damn it all!" he gave her an anguished look. "What have I done?"

Diana's heart wrenched for him, for she had never seen Ludovic look more contrite. "But, darling," she reassured, "even Dr. Ford knows that childbirth is never an exact science. As to the pains, I don't think they have begun, but it's hard to say, as I was exceedingly distracted until this very moment."