“I wanted to repay you for your patience,” Bridget whispered as he lowered her head.
Adrian tried to reach for words; tried to string a sentence together to tell her that no repayment was needed—but as her tongue so very gently slid over the deep purple of his mushroomed tip, he lost all ability to speak or think. Only a deep moan released from the depths of his chest as her virgin tongue so innocently and curiously explored the taut veins running up the length of his erection.
“Bridget,” he finally managed to breathe, then nearly shot out of his seat as her mouth came fully down on his cock.
His spine bowed backward as she took him in to the hilt, her gentle suckling nearly bringing him to an end right there.
Another deep moan poured from the depths of his chest as her tight, wet mouth began to move up and down his length. Waves of pleasure, more intense than the last, continually lapped through his groin as Bridget shifted to her knees.
“I rather like those sounds you make,” she purred as she briefly paused to smile up at him.
“Is that so?”
The sight of her there, intent and unflinching, stripped the last trace of composure from Adrian’s face. His breath came harsh and uneven as he reached for her, his fingers threading into her hair and closing there, firm and possessive, anchoring her exactly where he wanted her.
“Look at me,” he commanded hoarsely.
Her gaze lifted at once, wide and luminous, and the effect of it was devastating. His hand came up then, his fingers threading into her hair and closing there in a firm fist, not cruel but unmistakably possessive. He held her still with that grip, anchoring her where she was, setting the pace and thrusting deeper and deeper into that delicious mouth of hers.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice rough with effort. “Do not stop.”
The words were barely out before the last of his composure gave way as Bridget picked up an even more enthusiastic pace. He tipped his head back, breath shuddering from his chest as sensation overtook him, his grip tightening reflexively, guiding and holding her exactly where he wanted her as she milked the last drop of his seed.
When it was over, he drew a slow, unsteady breath and looked down at her again, his extraordinary wife. His hand remained in her hair for a heartbeat longer before loosening, his thumb brushing once through the strands as though marking the moment.
He leaned forward then, resting his forehead briefly against hers, his voice lowered.
“You are such a good girl, Bridget,” he said quietly, approval heavy in every word. “So very good. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Chapter 25
“Adrian!” Bridget laughed.
She let out a squeal of delight as her husband lifted her from her vanity seat. Love burst through her chest as she heard his deep rumble of laughter as he held her close and pressed a kiss to her neck.
“You are a fiend!” she giggled, playfully tugging at his hair.
“And you are a goddess,” he said through a wide grin, his blue eyes glittering with mirth. “God, look at you. You are exquisite.”
He raked his eyes down her, that mirth shifting to hunger, and his smile turned devilish.
“I will not look exquisite for long if you rumple my dress and hair,” she playfully scolded. “Now put me down. Your cousin is here for dinner tonight, and I am most looking forward to formally meeting her. Elara speaks nothing but praise of this girl.”
Adrian tried to look disappointed, but his smile broke through before he could pull off such an expression.
“Very well,” he sighed, setting her gently on her feet. “However, do not let dinner run too long. There is something much sweeter I intend to feast on once we retire for the evening.”
Desire laced through Bridget’s veins at his words, and she could not help but rise on her toes and kiss his lips.
“I shall hold you to that,husband,”she whispered against his mouth. “As there is a particular part of you I should like to taste again as well.”
“I love the way such filthy implications sound on your lips,” he confessed as he kissed her. “This bold, new side of you has been most wonderful for me to discover.”
Bridget hummed with delight as she moved her lips to his neck, teasing him with small licks and kisses.
Happiness.This is what happiness felt like. The thought bloomed in her mind like the most beautiful flower, its petals curling out and covering every dark, sad moment that once took place in a life that no longer existed.
Adrian took her hand, kissed it, then, without any further delay, led her out of her rooms so they could join the others for dinner.
