“I promise.”
He turned toward her and kissed her forehead.
“I love you, Gigi.” His words coasted over her forehead, the warm puff of his breath skimming over her skin.
“I love you, Fitz.” She and her heart snuggled in as close as they could get to her husband. A perfect fit. Albeit a sticky perfect fit. Speaking of…
“Where on earth did those wicked demands come from?” She tilted her head back and caught her husband’s gaze. She arched a brow and lowered her voice. “Look at you dripping in my cum.” She shivered at the memory, her next words coming out husky, sultry. “Assaggiami.”
He groaned and buried his face in her neck, the heat of his blush warming her skin. “I had no idea how much that would affect me,” came his muffled response. His body trembled against hers. He lifted his head, his gaze piercing in its intensity. “Seeing you covered in me?” His voice was like coarse stone, rough, a rasp, as he traced his fingers over her chest where the remnants of his seed remained. “Feeling myself on your skin, tasting myself on your skin?” He shuddered again. “Cazzo, love. It does dark things to me, dangerous things.”
Georgiana thought she might understand. Considering the dark, dangerous thing pressing into her hip.
But then he abruptly pushed up to sitting, eyes wide. “Bugger me. I should have gotten you a cloth to clean yourself with. I mean, I would have cleaned you, of course. I wouldn’t make you. How inconsiderate, utterly selfish of me. One moment, and I’ll—”
She gripped his wrist and stopped him, her lips twitching. “Easy, Fitz. Come back down here with me.” She pulled him back to her, and he collapsed at her side. “Lie with me. We can clean—order a bath if they offer that—later. For now, I want to bask in this moment a little longer.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and whispered, “And quite frankly, I love being covered in you. It makes me feel owned by you. Utterly yours.”
He groaned, and Georgiana found herself buried beneath thirteen stone of highly aroused male.
“Well, micetta, allow me to demonstrate just how thoroughly you belong to me.”
49
Georgiana
Georgiana’seyesflutteredopenslowly, and she blinked away the sleep blurring her vision, her peach-hued bedchamber gradually coming into focus. And what did she see when her vision finally cleared? The most beautiful view. A bleary-eyed Fitzwilliam, staring back at her.
“Good morning, husband.”
Fitz blushed to the tips of his ears, the color nearly identical to the color of the curtains surrounding her four-poster bed. “Good morning, wife.”
She grinned and rolled to her side, her hand lazily drifting up his taut stomach, over his chest, to fluff lightly in his dusting of amber chest hair. “Truly, Fitz, you are blushing? Last night, you fucked me multiple times at a brothel and told me to suck your cock like a needy whore.”Mmmm.The filthy things her awkward husband said. It did it for her. She squeezed her thighs together, her eyes fluttering shut. “It was utter perfection.Andyou came on my breasts.” She shivered.
Ugh, and that third time?She wasn’t sure if it had been their admissions of love, or her husband was just ravenous for her. But her muscles were still sore from the thorough pounding he’d given her afterwards. She winced at the tender throbbing on her arse. It might be a bit uncomfortable to sit today. Her husband had finally let go of his reservations and spanked her like she’d wanted.Hard.
She tilted her head, studying him, his blush still deep, but with the way his eyes had darkened she thought it might also be from arousal.
“You, my little crimson crustacean, were utterlydepraved. Yet, we wake up this morning and you are blushing and bashful?” She traced her finger down his adorably freckled nose.
“Crimson crustacean?” His eyebrows lifted, his lips tilting up in the sweetest boyish half-smile.
She shrugged her shoulder not buried in the mattress. He was her lobster. He’d just have to deal with that.
“This is me, Gigi,” he said hesitantly. He let out an exhale, his breath a soft puff dancing over her cheeks. “I am awkward and an idiot. I may have brief flashes of confidence, especially in the heat of the moment when I can battle away my nerves, but at my core, I am always this man. This man will always resurface.” He looked away, gnawing on his bottom lip.
She frowned, and her heart squeezed. That word—idiot—and others like it, were so flippantly thrown around, and while her husband may sometimes act foolish, he wasn’t an idiot. But he truly believed he was. That there was something wrong with him. When he was perfect.
She gripped his chin and forced him to look at her. “You arenotan idiot, Fitzwilliam Jennings. Having difficulties with social interactions does not make you an idiot. Stumbling over your words does not make you an idiot. We all have strengths and weaknesses. I love you, Fitz. You. Weaknesses and all. All versions. Whichever one shows up, bumbling or bold.”
She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, making a mental note to remove that word—and all others like it—from her vocabulary. She would continue to assure him for the rest of their days that he was everything she could ever want. That he was the opposite of lacking. That, without a doubt, no one could ever compare to him.
“I love you, too, Gigi.”
Her body sighed in a warm, happy thrum. She was finally where she belonged.
A muffled bellow reverberated through the door. “Georgiana!”
Georgiana’s chin jerked back, and her gaze flew to the door. The door that burst open, a swirl of light-gray wool coat barging in.
