Thomas rubbed at his cock in his trousers. “Christ, that mouth of yours may destroy me.”
His temptress smirked. “I want you naked, too.”
He quickly disposed of his clothes and stood by the edge of the bed. Lisbeth was scooted a little further up. He stroked his cock as he looked down at her. She was lightly rubbing her little sensitive nub as her hips rocked. “I could watch you touch yourself every day. Do you like doing that, my love? What do you think about?”
A puff of air escaped her along with a moan. Lisbeth’s eyes connected with his. “You.”
The hunger in him raged at her words. He grasped her hips and pulled her down closer to him. Thomas didn’t let go of her but held her tighter as his head dipped down to feast upon her. He lapped at her most feminine area as she bucked against his mouth. Her fingers found his hair as she moaned, “Thomas.”
He teased her sensitive nub until her hip movements became frantic. She was so close. He licked and suckled as Lisbeth bucked against his mouth. Her body arched, and she let out a strangled sob. Lisbeth’s body shuddered as she collapsed against the bedding.
She took deep breaths, and Thomas’s eyes immediately went to her breasts. He reached down and ran a thumb over the tip of one. “You are beautiful, Lizzie.”
“You always say that.”
His hand moved from her breast to her belly, his fingers swirling over her skin. “I love you.”
“I love you. Come here. I want you in me,” she said, pulling him closer to her by crooking her leg behind his. He stepped forward so his thighs were pressed against the bed. It was the perfect height for him to pull her down and bury himself in her. Thomas grasped her hips and did just that.
Being inside her was a sweet perfection that would never get old. He slid out of her and thrust back in. She gasped, but desire sparked in her eyes. Thomas enjoyed this view of her. She was lying across the bed as he stood between her legs. His Lisbeth was a vision. She whimpered as his hand grasped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her over and over again.
The walls of her quim clenched around his cock, and he tilted his head back, groaning. His tempo picked up. This woman was his, and the thought heightened his desire even more. She whimpered, and his eyes flew open to see her face flushed. She was on the verge of climaxing again. He released her hips andplayed with her clit, making her buck frantically every time his shaft plunged into her.
She felt so good. He was so close. Their eyes connected, and Lisbeth whispered, “I want you to finish in me.”
His blood pounded, and he drove into her harder. He nodded. “Climax again.”
Lisbeth stroked her sensitive nub again, not slowing down with his thrust. She let out a loud whimper as the heightened ache within her shattered. Thomas thrust into her one more time deeply and stayed there, spending. The feeling almost made his knees buckle.
Eventually, he leaned down and placed his forehead on hers. “You are mine forever now.”
She smiled at him and stroked his jaw. “I was always yours, Serious Thomas.”
He laughed at his nickname and withdrew from her. Thomas joined her on the bed. Lisbeth cuddled into him. “I’m glad you are my husband.”
“Me too,” he said, kissing the top of her head.
They lay there for a few minutes, and Lisbeth said, “I want to tell the children about the estate you are building tomorrow.”
He rolled her so they were facing each other. “Are you sure?”
Lisbeth nodded. “I want us to start planning our lives together.”
Thomas kissed her. “Me too.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Lisbeth sat ona blanket in front of the ruins on the property Thomas had purchased outside of London. They’d decided to take Alice and Jeremy there and reveal the news about building a new home. Nerves rumbled in her belly, but she thought they would be okay.
They’d agreed that they would spend time between the townhouse and the house being built here. Thomas had shown her the plans so far, wanting her input. It was going to be a stunning place with views of both the lake and the ruins.
She smiled as she watched Jeremy, Alice, and Miss Ashby chase each other across the field. Today, they’d taken the train, and it had been a forty-minute train ride and another ten minutes to the property by rented carriage that Benson had arranged beforehand.
Lisbeth smiled, watching Thomas and Benson speak. They’d become fast friends. Her guard had been with her for almost a decade, and she was glad he got on so well with Thomas, her husband. The word had once caused apprehension to flare in her, but not anymore. Lisbeth was hopeful and happy about their future.
Her mind drifted to Nicholas. He’d told her to be happy before he passed, and she and the children were. Nicholas would always be a part of her life and the children’s, but there was also room for Thomas. She was grateful that he’d been able to see past the difficult choices she made so long ago.
When he’d forced her to marry him, she feared that his resentment would not subside and they were doomed to have a combative marriage, but she didn’t believe that anymore. They were both dedicated to open and honest communication.
