“Say my name when you come,” he ordered her against the swell of her breast, needing to hear it, needing her submission.
Needing to know that this glorious, bold, beautiful, passionate woman was his in every way. In and out, he pumped, crooking his fingers, using slow, measured strokes until she was making inane sounds and grasping at his clothes, his hair, any part of him she could reach. His cravat came undone. Christ knew what happened to his hat. He didn’t care. She tightened on him, her body stiffening as her release claimed her, and he was blissfully unable to breathe for a handful of seconds as her perfumed breast crushed into his face and he sucked her nipple while her eager cunny tightened on his fingers.
“Nando,” she cried out, obliging him.
Her surrender was the most potent aphrodisiac in all the world.
And Prince Ferdinando of the House of Tayrnes, notorious rakehell and dedicated sybarite, promptly lost all control and came in his smalls like a virgin.
Nando madean expansive gesture in the marble entryway of the handsome town house. “Your home, my dear.”
Home.
That word sent unexpected feeling coursing through Eleanora. It had been ten years since the roof over her head had last been a true home. For so long, she had been living in elegant town houses belonging to London’s wealthiest, flitting from one to the next, the life she had known forever gone. And now,suddenly, she was no longer a stranger invited for a temporary stay, but the mistress of the household.
“It is lovely,” she told her new husband, still overwhelmed by the pleasure he had given her in the carriage and now doubly stunned by the realization that she was a married woman with a husband and a home to call her own.
Her rational mind had known, of course, the changes that were upon her. But the notion of marrying Nando and the reality of it were two disparate things.
He caught her hand in his and raised it to his lips for a reverent kiss. “You havecarte blancheto do whatever you like with it. Anything you wish.”
She was far more accustomed to simply inhabiting rooms rather than contemplating how she might change them, but his easy acceptance of her pleased Eleanora. “Thank you.”
He smiled, the effect stunning as always. “You needn’t thank me for your due.”
Her due. What a foreign—and alluring—concept.
“Nonetheless, I am grateful to you.”
He leaned nearer, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke in a soft voice not intended to carry. “It isn’t your gratitude I want, darling.”
Heat blossomed deep within. She knew what he wanted. And she wanted it too.
Still, she was keenly aware of the servants who were hovering nearby, awaiting introductions.
“We’ve an audience,” she murmured.
“Alas.” He straightened, his devil-may-care grin firmly in place, and proceeded to perform the formal introductions.
A whirlwind of faces and names ensued. When Nando introduced her as Princess Eleanora of Varros, she nearly expected to turn and find someone else ready to take herplace. After the formalities were observed, he accompanied her upstairs to her room.
The bedchamber adjoined with his. It appeared to have been recently opened and given a thorough cleaning. Paintings hung on the walls in an assortment of gilt frames. The bed was far larger than the narrow bed she had become accustomed to.
“If the furniture isn’t to your liking, buy whatever you wish.”
Nando’s voice was a low, decadent rumble at her back as she circled the chamber. She turned to find him watching her intently, and a surge of desire went through her. It was their wedding day. They were alone. She knew what was meant to happen next, and she was both eager and nervous for the consummation of their union.
She summoned up a smile even as her pulse began to race. “In truth, I don’t know what is to my liking. It has been quite some time since I’ve had reason to choose my own furnishings.”
“How long?” he asked, coming nearer to her.
“Ten years.”
“Too long, then. I’ll take you shopping. You can buy all of London.”
A chuckle fled her. “I hardly think all of London shall fit in your town house, despite its impressive size.”
He grinned, stopping before her. “My town houseislarge, isn’t it? Do you know what else is large, my dear?”
