He laughed low in his throat. “You are a naïve, darling,” he murmured. “If I let your hands go, you’ll figure out what I mean very quickly. But for now, I do not wish to be interrupted in my pleasure, so simply lay there and enjoy it.”
Emelisse had no idea what he meant that she should end this moment prematurely, but she trusted him. She nodded hesitantly and he smiled, kissing her again as he pulled her legs apart and settled his big body between them. Then, he lowered himself down onto her torso.
The magic began to happen.
His hot, wet mouth came to bear on a tender nipple, suckling firmly, and Emelisse let out a groan of both shock and delight. Something was unleashed in Caius now. His movements were quicker, more confident, and his hands fondled her full breasts as he suckled her nipples into taut little pellets. When his free hand wasn’t on her breasts, it was moving over her body, feeling her silken skin and arousing her in the process.
Overwhelmed and swooning, Emelisse groaned beneath him as he worked her breasts, feeding from one to the other. She had such beautiful breasts, and an exquisitely beautiful body, and when his free hand moved to the fluff of dark curls between her legs, some primal impulse told Emelisse to open her legs wide to him. The wider the better, and Caius groaned softly as her body reacted to his touch. He stroked her gently at first, realizingthat she was already prepared for his body to enter hers. She was slick and hot. Taking one of her tender earlobes between his teeth, he inserted a finger into her.
Emelisse drew up her knees at the sensual intrusion, gasping as he thrust first one and then two fingers into her, mimicking the lovemaking they would soon be doing. Emelisse didn’t shy away from it. She thrust her pelvis forward, capturing his fingers, responding to him in ways she could have never imagined. When Caius finally withdrew his fingers and placed his enormous manhood at her threshold, Emelisse didn’t react other than to open her legs wider. Her body wanted him even if her mind was too naïve to realize it.
She wanted more.
Caius thrust into her, twice, before seating himself fully. It was as if her body was made for him and him alone, accommodating his big size, for other than the obvious twinge of pain as her innocence was taken, Emelisse never uttered a sound. She simply thrust her pelvis forward, mimicking his actions, demanding all of him. Shocked at her response, and thoroughly delighted, he knew without a doubt that this was the most exquisite coupling he’d ever known. There was something magnetic and sensual and thrilling about Emelisse, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Emelisse gasped as Caius began to move within her, thrusting steadily in and out of her body as his mouth suckled her breasts. He let go of her wrists and both hands fondled her buttocks, holding her pelvis against his as he moved within her. Her entire body was experiencing a delight of sensations as his thrusts began to build an exquisite friction between her legs. She could feel it low in her belly, a spark blossoming into a fire, reacting every time he moved within her.
The harder he thrust, the greater the sensation until it suddenly exploded and ripples of bliss cascaded throughout herbody. At the same time, she felt Caius give one final great thrust and he grunted with pleasure. She could feel his male member throbbing within her and, suddenly, her body reacted by exploding in a burst of bliss, one that rippled through her body like ripples in a pond, diminishing until all she could do was lay there and quiver.
It was done.
Caius was still on top of her, though he’d shifted so his full weight wasn’t on her. Still, his massive arms were around her, holding her close.
“Are you well?” he whispered. “I did not hurt you, did I?”
“Nay,” Emelisse murmured, still breathing heavily. “You were quite gentle.”
“Are you certain?”
“I am.”
“You would tell me if I wasn’t?”
“I think you will find that when I have something to say, I will say it.”
She felt him chuckle against her. Finally, he released her enough so that he could lay his head on the pillow beside her, looking into her face. That lovely, exquisite face that had his attention from the first moment he saw her. Still, he could hardly believe she belonged to him. When their eyes met, he smiled warmly.
“What are you thinking?” he murmured.
Her gaze moved to him and she returned his smile. “I was thinking that this is an unexpected season.”
“Unexpected season?” he repeated the strange phrasing. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that this has become my winter of solace,” she said. “For the past few years, every season brought its own concerns and discomforts, even terror. This winter brought about the worst until I met you. Though I am shattered over the deathof my father and brother, you are a comfort I could have never imagined. I believed my life was over until I met you. Now… now, I think it is just beginning.”
He smiled broadly, reaching out to cup her sweet face. Her skin was warm and soft, and he stroked it with his thumb.
“I had not thought on it that way, but I think you are correct,” he said. “Our lives are just beginning, together. And I will work hard to ensure that every season you share with me is one of solace. I do not want to diminish the situation with de Wrenville, for we will still have to deal with the surprise and anger for our marriage, but as long as your faith in me does not change, I know we shall prevail.”
Her smile faded. “I hope so.”
In that moment, he could see her fear, the fear of a woman who had been captured by her worst enemy. Deep down, she was still afraid. Caressing her cheek, he kissed her on the top of her nose.
“We shall,” he whispered. “I swear it.”
She simply nodded, offering him a forced smile, and he pulled her into a crushing embrace against him, meant to comfort and shield her. Strange how he felt so powerful with her in his arms, as if there weren’t anything in this world that he couldn’t do. There was no mountain too high, no enemy too bold, that he could not conquer.
As Emelisse fell into an exhausted sleep against him, his thoughts drifted to what was to come. The Marshal would undoubtedly view the marriage as a terrible complication, not to mention Covington would view it as having a possession stolen. The lady had been his prisoner and Caius had essentially stolen her.
