“I want you inside me,” she whispered, body moving restlessly beneath his.
“Not yet.” He lowered his head, sucked the peak of her breast into his mouth, then took the pebbled flesh between his teeth and tugged before releasing her. “Now it is my turn to torment you.”
Who was she to argue?
Even if she had wished to do so, the sweet kisses and stinging nips he delivered on his way down her body rendered her incapable of coherent thought, let alone speech. All she could do was writhe beneath him, desperate for more. And he gave her more.
His hands were on her inner thighs, spreading them wider, opening her for him. Leaving her with nary a defense. Not that she required one.
“You are perfectly soaked, darling. Your cunny is so pretty and pink and wet and mine. All mine.”
“Yes. Every part of me is yours. Forever.”
“Forever,” he growled. “I bloody well love the sound of that.”
His head dipped. Her husband’s beautiful, perfect, deliciously wicked mouth descended upon her pearl. He sucked.
She moaned. Need was a wild, blazing hunger tearing through her. Setting her aflame. Her hips moved, surging forward, her body undulating, demanding more. She wanted his tongue, his mouth, his fingers, his cock.
His tongue flicked over her, finding the places she was most sensitive. He shifted her, hooking her legs over his shoulders, devouring her until she was mindless, her hips rocking, his tongue and fingers alternately buried deep. So deliciously, wickedly, wonderfully deep.
And then she was coming apart. Wild pulses of desire rocketing through her as she reached her orgasm. She spent helplessly on his fingers and tongue, words of love spilling forth as the pleasure rolled over her.
* * *
He hadto be inside her.
Minesaid the voice deep within, the one he had never been able to shake.
It was louder than it had been before, echoing through the stillness of her chamber.
Because it was his voice, and he was saying it aloud, a chant as he kissed his way back up every gorgeous curve of womanly flesh. He understood the poet’s desire to capture beauty and love, to encapsulate the miracles of life upon the page. He thought he could write sonnets to her hips, to her breasts, to the halo of golden curls draped over her pillow. An ode to the crushed-berry-pink of her lips, the same color as her hard nipples, a shade darker than the circles of her areolas. Stanzas upon stanzas to the full swells of her breasts, to the emerald-green of her eyes.
But the animal in him had emerged, and a rush of possessiveness roared through him instead, powerful and unrestrained. Later, mayhap he would put pen to paper, attempt to describe the profundity of this moment, their love. For now, he would claim her instead.
“Mine.” He kissed a nipple, the valley between her breasts. “Mine.”
“Always yours, only yours.” She was breathless, her hands on his shoulders, clutching him, urging him closer. “Come inside me, please. I shall die if you don’t.”
He knew the feeling.
He took her lips with his as he aligned his cock to her entrance. One thrust, and he was seated to the hilt. Her tight, wet heat surrounded him. Engulfed him. He allowed himself a moment of stillness, of savoring their connection before he hurtled over the precipice of control. He moved, almost withdrawing before driving into her again.
He broke the kiss, throwing back his head as he gave himself over to the rawness of sensation. Skin on skin. His body inside hers. Her sheath around him. Her soft, breathy sounds of appreciation.
She said things, a waterfall of words. Spurring him on. Heightening his need.
Yes. Faster. Harder. More.
He obliged, giving her what they both wanted. Again and again, he pumped into her, fucking her with such frenzied abandon that her breasts bounced and she slid across the bedclothes. Her head was going to slam into the headboard soon. But neither of them was willing to stop, so he repositioned them, angling her across the mattress and continuing to fuck her. So deep and so hard, wanting to make himself a part of her. Wanting this joining to be something that would mark their hearts forever. A night they would never forget.
Their first as husband and wife, united in love and forgiveness and a hope for the future.
Deeper. More. Please, oh please.
Her cries rang through the duchess’s apartments in time with the sound of slapping skin and his rough growls of pleasure. He gave her everything. Leveraging himself on his forearms, he pounded into her. Again and again.
He was home.
