Love Me With Fury (38 page)

Shuddering with need, Spencer pushed her hand aside to thrust into her receptive and moist body. As he drove into her over and over, each time as if to withdraw briefly, Alex cried out at the pleasurable sensations which were so powerful she feared to faint from their effect. Her legs instinctively curled around him to trap him there.

He gently rotated his slim hips and enticingly ground his molten member into her fiery furnace. They had shared great tenderness, passion, and urgency before; but never like this. Each knew this time was different and this would become the new pattern of their joinings. Just as the summit was reached, he leaned back and looked into her passionglazed eyes and vowed, “I love you with all my heart and soul, Alex. I couldn’t survive without you now.”

“As I love you, Spence,” she replied, pulling his mouth to hers.

All control gone, they were caught upon the wild and wonderful sea of love. Wave after wave of overwhelming love and pleasure crashed against them, sweeping them along with its power. Love’s sweet lava flowed from each and joined to create a calm sea of sated passion.

As the tranquil aftermath of their stormy union surrounded them, still he didn’t move away. He held her possessively as if fearing she might magically elude him again, knowing he could never endure that loss. Spencer was a long time in rolling aside to remove his weight from her body. She snuggled into his embrace, whispering her love over and over.

His body temporarily sated, his heart brimming with love, and his mind at peace, Spencer’s thoughts focused upon his previous life and the mythical legend for which his ship had been named. He had used black sails as that goddess was alleged to use her stygian hair. He had never seen a real black mist as the legend foretold. The fable claimed the benevolent goddess of the black mist used her powers to suddenly and mysteriously cover the sea and conceal whatever lay within its obscuring path. Alleged to be her magical hair which had been lowered to hide a ship whose captain and cause she found deserving of help and survival, the myth had frequently inspired some enemies to fear Captain Joshua Steele had found her favor and power.

His beloved Alex could have been that goddess. Many times she had come in secret, appearing suddenly and inexplicably, offering no clues as to
where she had come from or why, disappearing just as mysteriously and quickly without a trace…but never again. His lovely golden mist had materialized in his grasp, never to slip through his fingers again.

Following their second and blissfully leisurely union, Alex sighed heavily and suggested they bathe and dress for dinner. He cocked his head and scowled, “In case you haven’t realized it, Alexandria Farrington, this is our honeymoon. I haven’t seen you since September. Surely we won’t be missed this one night?”

She laughed at the wounded expression he forced upon his face. “The marriage is very legal and binding now, Lord Farrington; it was just consummated most delightfully. Will is coming for dinner. By now I’m certain a festive celebration is awaiting us downstairs. Besides, we do have a son who will be demanding his mother’s attention soon.”

“I see,” he mischievously taunted. “Now that you have been captivated, I must yield to my son’s wishes before my own.”

“I fear he has even less control over his desires than you, my love.”

“When it comes to you, my alluring siren, I am just as weak and helpless as he is. And just as eager and demanding for your attention.”

“From your colorful reputation, Spencer Farrington; make sure I am the only female whose attention you crave from now on,” she saucily quipped.

“Have I perhaps married a possessive and selfish wife?”

“Without a doubt, my dashing pirate. I will expect you in my bed every single night…and most days,” she seductively tempted him.

“Wherever will I get such stamina, you bewitching girl?”

“I shall take excellent care of you to make certain you lose none of that vitality and virility I’ve heard so much about,” she remarked, smiling provocatively at him.

“With you around, that’s all I need.”

As he moved to reluctantly get up, Alex flung herself upon him and purred, “Where are you going, my sated groom?”

He chuckled and fluffed her hair. “I have a voracious appetite, love; I shall never be sated for more than an hour. You did say we were obligated to make an appearance at dinner,” he reminded her.

“Whatever possessed me to say a ridiculous thing like that? You think they would notice our absence?”

“You wanton hussy. Since the celebration is for us, we would be sorely missed. They might understand if we leave early,” he slyly hinted. “Also, there’s that little product of our prior relationship in the next room.”

“Then I suggest we get this evening started quickly so we can get to bed early. I’m exhausted; how about you?”

“I certainly hope you don’t plan on any sleep tonight,” he threatened.

“Only cat-naps when we get weary,” she boldly answered.

“A woman after my own heart,” he concluded.

“I thought I already had it,” she pouted in mock petulance.

“Now and forever, Alexandria Hampton Farrington.”

After several kisses, she arose to order a bath for each of them. He was shown to another room while hers was brought into her bedroom. Finishing first, he came back to watch her.

“Are you always this slow, Mrs. Farrington?”

“Only when it’s something I enjoy,” she cheerfully responded.

“Does that mean you don’t enjoy me?” he playfully quizzed, alluding to their past unions of swift urgency.

“Where you are concerned, my love, I have no control or will. Hand me that towel,” she entreated.

“My personal services will cost you.”

“Name your price. No need,” she quickly injected. “I shall pay any amount you wish.”

She stepped out and reached for the towel. He held it beyond her reach. She eyed his playful grin. She laughed as she made a lunge for him. He agilely avoided her and raced around the tub with her in pursuit. “Have you no modesty, my brazen nymph, to go traipsing around like so?”

As he scampered across the bed, boots and all, they were like carefree children. Just before reaching the other side, she jumped upon the bed from the foot and grabbed his coat. “I might rip it. Give quarter, Captain Steele; you’ve been defeated.”

“Never, my cunning siren,” he taunted, seizing her
by the waist and pinning her damp body beneath his upon the rumpled bed. He began to tickle her.

“Spencer! Stop it! I can’t take anymore!” she squealed amidst laughter and wild thrashings.

“Alex! Are you all right?” came her father’s booming voice through the locked door.

She giggled and called out, “Yes, Papa, never better!”

“Will you two be coming down soon? Will is here and we’re holding dinner for you. Martha has the baby downstairs.”

“Give us about fifteen minutes,” she replied, tugging upon Spencer’s hair to pull his mouth from her breast. She whispered softly, “If you don’t stop that, dear husband, I’ll soon be unable to leave this room for another hour.”

“Then put some clothes on that luscious body and stop tempting me,” he murmured, kissing her lightly. “You are wetting both me and the bed, my slippery mermaid.” She laced her fingers around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, woman,” Spencer scolded.

“Just one last kiss until later,” she sweetly entreated, but the heady kiss led to other things which hindered their arrival for another half hour. She looked up into his tranquil eyes which revealed a love she had never dreamed to view. Perhaps it had been destined for them to meet as Joshua and Angelique. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been the same between the arrogant Spencer and the spoiled Alexandria.

Spencer helped Alex dress quickly after splashing
off in the cool water. As he unlocked the door, she purred softly, “At last, my love, your timing is perfect.”

As they descended the stairs arm in arm, Will and Charles were impatiently waiting for them. Martha was standing nearby holding Joshua Stephen. They simultaneously halted and glanced at each other. Known only to them, it wasn’t Lord Spencer Farrington smiling tenderly at Lady Alexandria Hampton Farrington; it was the roguish Captain Joshua Steele visually claiming his wandering siren Angelique. It was like walking away from the misty past and into a bright future. They smiled at each other, their great love glowing. He placed his arm around her waist and she snuggled against his side, both excitedly anticipating their life together. Serene and eager, they happily covered the next few steps…