“Oh!” He’d slid a finger inside and moved it in such a way that had her pushing against him with her hips. She needed more. She needed…
She needed…
“Chance!” A spinning world sent her spiraling into the stars. A combination of pleasure so sweet, so acute, that she thought it might be pain rolled through her. He turned his finger, added more, and moved it inside of her, touching places that must have been designed by the devil himself.
It went on and on and on and yet when it was over, it wasn’t enough. She wanted him. She wanted him to cover her, to become a part of her, to invade her.
“Princesse,” he said the word like a prayer. He’d moved up her body again and began pressing kisses along her shoulder, her neck. When he found her mouth, she tasted herself on his lips.
And when he placed himself at her entrance, her need had built again.
“Princesse,” he whispered again.
He’d stilled and when Aubrey opened her eyes, she could hardly bear the intensity in his gaze.
“So precious. So worthy.” He moved into her slowly. “Mon Coeur.”
She’d never felt so full, so complete. Words failed her. She could only stare back at him, speaking with her eyes.
He buried himself deeper.
And again, deeper.
“Yes, Chance,” she answered finally, as though he’d asked her permission.
Only then did he begin moving, and much as he’d led her in the dance earlier that evening, he taught her the rhythm of love.
The magical pain inside grew again, only greater this time. The sinewy muscles in his arms pulsed beneath her hands. The friction between them fueled the journey.
And yet he teased her, building and breaking down her last defenses. By the time the white light shattered inside of her, she was certain she’d left this world.
Arrows of pleasure pierced and sliced their way through her body at the same time Chance increased his own pace and buried himself so completely that she was certain they’d become one.
Just as she thought he would find his own completion, he withdrew harshly, gasping and shuttering and hot liquid carrying his seed rained down on her abdomen as he took his release with a groan.
Only partly opening her eyes, she watched him rise from the bed and return with a cloth. His body gleamed in the candlelight. He used the cool washcloth to clean her, and then himself. Seeing such tenderness in one so strong touched her very soul. He was magnificent, physically, indeed. But Aubrey also saw his heart.
When he finally lay back down beside her, pulling her close and drawing the cover up, Aubrey sighed. She would sleep. They would rest. And then they would have tomorrow to be together again.
She could hardly wait for the sun to come up.
* * *
Wakefulness came slowly.Aubrey stretched, and as memories of the night before slipped into her consciousness, she reached along the mattress to reconnect with him. When her fingertips couldn’t locate his person, she opened her eyes. She was alone. A glance around the room revealed the Mr. Dog, too was gone.
She smiled. He had taken her pet outside rather than wake her.
Being made love to by Chance, by her Mr. Bateman, had been a revelation. The act she’d experienced in her marriage was not even comparable.
She was so very glad she’d been brave the night before. So glad she had told him, finally, what she’d wanted.
He’d called her his heart in the language of his youth. He may not have spoken of the word love, but he had loved her with his mouth, his hands, with his whole body.
Eager to see him, to look into his eyes, Aubrey rose and quickly cleaned and dressed. He must be having tea downstairs with Mr. and Mrs. Wooten. He had been nothing but cordial and charming to the hospitable couple.
Lacing her boots, she wondered if this feeling inside her was love. And if it was love, then what did it mean? Surely, he would return to London after his party. Perhaps he’d even ask her to join him.
The night had been an unforgettable one. It had been earth shattering for her.
