When he moved within her, a strangled moan escaped her lips and she stretched up on her tiptoes, her fingers curling around the bars.

“ Is this good, love?” Piers held her hips in place even as he tugged gently back on her hair so she’d look at him. “Is this what you wanted?”

Judith bit her lip and could do no more than nod. She’d wanted this, without knowing it was what she wanted, for so terribly long. If this was even remotely what the relationship between Aurora and Lord Quinton was like, it was no wonder Aurora always looked like a blushing bride.

Piers put both hands on her hips, tugging her back onto him in rhythm with his thrusts. Somehow, he filled her more than ever before. Was he growing inside her? Gracious, he might split her in two before the night was over, but she’d happily suffer such a fate if she could come again as she had before.

Then he slid one hand down to that overly sensitive nub and rubbed against it intensely, then pinched it lightly. She nearly fell over from the waves of sensation crashing over her, but he held her in place. She was safe. She would always be safe with Piers.

“ Do this for me, Judith. Take your hand and touch yourself like this.”

She hesitated, but then did as he asked. When her hand reached the apex of her thighs, he moved both of his up to torment her breasts as he’d done before, squeezing and pinching, molding against them pulling her back to grind her buttocks against him. She could no longer control the animalistic tones coming from her. Half the abbey was probably awake and listening to them, but she couldn’t care in the least at the moment.

Piers buried his nose against her neck. His breathing was irregular, mixed with low sounds deep from his throat. With a final pulse, his warm surge filled her and she dropped over the edge into bliss.