Right there in that moment, she did not care about anything but this man.
Henry pressed his forehead against hers. His forest eyes wild. “Are you sure,” he gritted, barely holding onto his control.
“Yes, Henry.” With those final words, he pushed into her, reaching her maiden head. She felt absolutely filled and delicious. Her arms tightened around him, bringing the weight of him down on her. His lips descended on hers, feathery soft at first before turning fervent
Her tongue found his, gliding with his like he had taught her. They had been young and inexperienced in the beginning of their courtship but had discovered a passion like no other. They were no longer those naive people, they were different…he was different. Their amor was more urgent than ever before, like they were starving for the other.
The pain she felt at first soon lessened as Henry moved slow and steady. His free hand gripped above her head for leverage. His strokes became faster, deeper.
The only sounds were their heavy pants, their wet kisses, the sounds of their bodies coming together. It was their own music. She wished she could listen to it forever, that this wasn’t their last dance, but she knew it couldn’t be more.
He kissed from her lips to the tender spot at her neck, licking and sucking on it, banishing her negative thoughts. Her walls clenched, and she couldn’t control the loud cry that escaped her lips.
“Fuck, Julia,” Henry grunted as his hips swirled deliciously against hers.
Her body convulsed at the rough language. She enjoyed him like this, raw and full of passion. This wasn’t the Henry she knew. No, this man was wilder, rougher in some ways, and she liked it.
He gently tilted her head back, giving him better access to her lips. His strokes increased in speed and desperation. Emotion swirled through Julia. Her legs shook from the pleasure taking control of her body. The sweet ache of her climax snuck up on her only to start building again.
One of her hands gripped his shoulders, urging him on. She wanted to feel every part of him.
“More, Henry,” she begged, and he obliged her.
He plunged into her, causing her head to fall back. Her mouth widened on a cry. She could do nothing but surrender to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She was lifeless in his hands as he pulled her to him for a passionate kiss while he emptied himself inside of her.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re so exquisite,” he moaned as his lips glided against hers.
They kissed, lost in each other for what seemed like forever, still connected, touching in the most intimate of places. His hands lovingly caressed her cheek.
The simple, caring movement jolted something inside of her. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as she was hit by a deep melancholy she couldn’t explain. Julia gripped on to him as she came down from the euphoric feeling of their lovemaking.
She needed to leave.
Pushing him gently off of her, she quickly sat up, lifted her chemise off the ground, and slid it onto her body.
Henry stared at her in alarm. “Did I hurt you?” He reached for her, but she recoiled.
“No.” Her voice sounded weak and full of pain. She couldn’t be that person, not again. “I have to go. There’s no point in prolonging this any further. We both received our pleasure. There’s nothing else between us.”
Henry sighed in frustration. “I don’t think that’s true, Julia. You can’t tell me you felt nothing.” He pulled her to him, cupped her cheek, and placed a soft kiss to her swollen lips. “I want you to be with me, Julia.”
Julia wanted nothing more than to surrender to him, but to do that would mean the end of her. She couldn’t give him control over heart, not again. Placing the palm of her hand against his chest, Julia gently nudged him away.
“Goodbye, Henry.”
The hanging of the former Baron B is the event of the Season! It seems the Marquess of H will be in attendance. Perhaps eligible ladies should attend!
The streets were crowded with spectators all wanting to witness the death of a gentleman. It was a rare event. Henry did not participate in the conversation that Karrington and Windchester were having on the way to Newgate. He couldn’t stop thinking about the night in the library.
It had been a fortnight since he had experienced the sweetest piece of heaven he had ever known. Fourteen days had passed, and Julia had barely spared him a single glance. The following day after their liaison, he had come down to breakfast hoping to at least steal a kiss, only to find out that she was ill. He’d immediately worried that he had been too rough with her, but he could not find a way to speak with her. Livie was constantly at her bedside or near her door, preventing his entry.
Three days later, Julia was improved, but she refused to say a single word to him. Henry was going mad. There was a small part of him that hoped things between them had changed, but St. Clara was still a constant visitor. He didn’t seem to be going anywhere.
Julia belonged with him, and Henry would prove it to the world. He would start by fixing his financial situation. Elijah and he had been extremely busy, securing a location, finding potential investors, and securing cargo. If his fortunes were not restored from the Pomais venture, he would have The Brotherhood Shipping Company.
He had hurt her deeply, but he had to find a way to mend their broken relationship and rid their lives of St. Clara.
“Heartford, are you listening?” Windchester said and Henry focused on his friend.
