He toyed with her body, dragging moans from deep in her throat, but this wasn’t what she wanted—not entirely, at least. She loved this and wanted this sort of attention every day—perhaps with chocolate in the mornings—but her singular goal tonight was consummation. While she was certain they would get there, Amelia had never been one for patience.
Chapter Forty-Three
She reached downand tugged on his hair.
He lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“I want you. I want to feel more of you,” she panted.
Graham slowly rose to his feet, shucking the rest of his clothing under her yearning gaze. She could not look away as he unbuttoned the flap of his trousers, edging the fabric down until his cock was exposed. He paused, fisting his base and dragging his palm over the length. Amelia licked her lips, and he groaned.
“We have to go slow,” he warned.
Amelia narrowed her eyes. “You know I don’t like to do things slowly. I want everything all at once, and I will not be denied.”
Graham smiled as he leaned over her. “Who am I to deny my wife?”
“Exactly. This is an excellent start to marriage, I dare say.”
He swooped down and claimed her breast again, and she cried out. “Graham!”
He chuckled. “Very well, fast now, slow later. Scoot up to the head of the bed.”
Amelia moved back, and Graham lay beside her. He cupped her head and kissed her once more, dragging outthe anticipation and yearning of her body. She tugged at his shoulders, trying to pull him over her, but he was too strong and too broad.
“Graham,” she cried again.
He sighed. “Amelia, I’m not going to fall on you like some oaf. I care for your delicate body. I want you to enjoy every second of this moment.”
“I am,” she said. “But this is something I’ve waited to have for too long. I didn’t know I was waiting for you, and now that we’re here, I can’t wait. Not a second longer.” All the humor left his face, and he stared down at her, serious but also so tender that her throat tightened. “Please, Graham.”
His gaze searched hers, and the seconds passed. Amelia didn’t know what to do with these feelings inside her. She felt like she had to run toward the things she wanted most, or they’d slip through her fingers. If she blinked, if she was too slow, they’d be gone—he would be gone. Everything she loved would be gone. She took his hand and laid it over her heart.
“Your heart is beating so fast,” he said.
“I’m scared, Graham.”
His face crumpled. “That’s fine. We can wait. I told you we should wait.”
“No, that’s not it. I can’t wait, because it feels like I’m going to lose everything. That’s why I’m scared. That’s always why I’m scared.”
“You can’t lose me now.”
Her throat tightened. This was not what they were supposed to be doing on their wedding night, but she couldn’t stop the wave of emotion rushing through her.
“I love you. I love you so much that my heart can’t contain it. All the joy we’ll make, the memories, the promises, and the love. No matter what is happening outside the door, I want us to only think about living. We need to live, Graham. Right now.”
Graham kissed the top of her head, then her eyes, her nose, and her lips. He looked into her eyes. The green of his irises was so deep and beautiful, she could weep. She never knew love would feel this fathomless. Like she could just fall into it and never hit the bottom.
“There is so much I want to say to you,” Graham said, his voice quiet and tender. These words were for her ears alone. “When I look at you, I can’t even describe what I’m feeling—I’m no wordsmith. But I love you, Amelia. I love you so much that it aches if I’m not touching you. You don’t have to wait any longer. You have me tonight and for all the days after. Until the last star winks out. Until the sun burns no more, I am yours.”
He shifted over her. Amelia spread her legs, cradling his body as he nestled between, raining soft kisses on all the skin he could reach. He ran his hand over her hip, reaching her knee and lifting her leg higher. His weight settled on her, and his cock notched at her entrance, leaving her breathless. He kept most of his weight on his other elbow.
“I love you,” she whispered, her heart pounding and her pulse filling her ears. She cupped his head. “I love you, Graham.”
He smiled down at her and then sealed their lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, claiming all her words and moans. She felt the first nudge as he slowly entered her, the feeling so overwhelming and thrilling as his body joined hers. Nothing had ever felt so right. The moment was dreamy and surreal as she felt him with her whole body and her whole heart. There was pain, a sting, and a slight resistance, but he pressed on, and it faded, soothed by the silky heat of him filling her. She sucked in a tight breath and broke the kiss.
Graham tucked his face into her shoulder. “Are you all right?”
