His brow furrowed. “What do dishes have to do with this?”
“I’ll explain later. Just know that I’m no longer afraid of loving you.”
He let out a shaky breath…and surprised her by getting down on one knee. Joy lifted her heart when he took out her ruby ring. He slid it onto her finger, saying huskily, “Fancy Sheridan Knight, will you be my love forever?”
“Yes.” With a wobbly smile, she used her free hand to pull the string from beneath her bodice, showing him the objects she’d kept close to her heart, even when they’d been apart. “I’ve always been yours, Knight.”
He rose, touching her dangling wedding band and the carved gold button beside it.
A notch between his brows, he said, “Is that one of my buttons?”
“I snipped it from your jacket. The one you lent me that day you found me fishing.” Blushing, she confessed, “I thought that it was all I would ever have of you, and I’ve kept it close ever since.”
“I am yours, Fancy. Heart, body, and soul,” he said with a fervor that vanquished the last of her doubts. “May I have the honor of kissing my bride?”
Smiling tremulously, she tipped her head back in answer, and he brought his lips to hers. The first touch of their mouths was gentle, the fit tender perfection. The feel of her husband, the taste of him, was everything. What she had waited a lifetime for. He courted her with velvet-soft pressure, his lips brushing against hers with drugging sweetness.
In his kiss, she felt his love for her, his devotion and care. Their connection transcended the physical, even the emotional, touching a place that made her spirit sing. Her heart overflowing, she kissed him back with all the love she no longer had to hold back.
Their kiss caught fire, becoming a tangle of lips, tongues, and panted breaths. They kissed until she was clutching him for support, and he was holding them both steady, his chest heaving. She thought that she knew the power of their passion, yet with love as its tinder, their desire blazed to new heights. She saw her wonder reflected in Knight’s gaze.
“Do you want to come back to the camping ground with me?” she whispered.
“I will go anywhere with you.” Love illuminated his eyes, banishing the shadows and ghosts. “Wherever you are, my love, that is where I want to be.”
37
Severin wokeup in a sensual daze. It took him a moment to recognize what he was staring at: the ceiling of his carriage where he and Fancy had spent the night. Memories of their passionate reunion flitted through his sleep-clouded brain and evaporated in a haze of disorienting pleasure. He dipped his chin, and what he saw and felt ripped a groan from his chest.
He was lying on a velvet pallet on the floor of the cabin, and his naked duchess had made a place for herself between his thighs. Her delicate fingers circled the thick pole of his morning cockstand, her lips a hairsbreadth from the mushroomed tip.
“Good morning,” she whispered against his erection.
“It bloody well is,” he said raggedly.
A smile tucked into her cheeks, and she kissed him, butterfly touches up and down his turgid shaft. He wove his fingers into the thick silk of her tresses, enjoying the teasing caresses, arching his hips for more. As always, his wife knew what he needed, and he hissed out a breath when she took him inside her mouth, surrounding him with wet, sucking bliss.
Pleasure drilling down his spine, he watched Fancy’s head bob upon his prick. The pretty, wanton picture she made and the sensations she bestowed upon him drove him mad with desire. He’d made love to her three times last night, yet he was nowhere near sated.
Then again, he had waited a lifetime for his beloved. Was it any surprise that he had so much need stored up for her? Yearning to possess her as completely as she possessed him pounded in his heart, his cock, his very soul.
His wife. His duchess.His.
With a growl of pure need, he sat up, reaching for her. He felt her surprise when he rolled her onto her back, reversing their positions so that he lay atop her, his head hovering over her pussy, his cock poised above her sweet mouth. His own mouth watered at the sight of her dewy pink cleft.
“Together, sweeting,” he rasped.
He buried his face between her downy thighs, felt her jolt as he tongued her, from her pearl all the way to her hidden rosebud. God, but she was delicious. He ate her pussy with ravening hunger, and she drew on his prick with equal fervor. As he plunged his tongue into his duchess’s cunny and his erection into her giving throat, he knew he’d found heaven.
Feeling her lips kiss his balls, he knew this trip through the pearly gates could be a short one. He wanted her to come first. Driving two fingers into her tight sheath, he pumped her while he licked and sucked on her love-knot. She gasped, the sound muffled by her mouthful of cock. Her passage convulsed around his fingers as her honey gushed against his tongue.
He shifted position, putting them face to face. Looking into his wife’s peerless brown eyes, he thrust into her lush hole and growled, “I love you, Fancy.”
Her eyes held him as securely as her body. “I love you, Knight.”
He began to move, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, letting him in even deeper. He took her mouth in a hungry kiss as he pounded into her luxuriant heat, taking everything she offered, giving back the same. When she began to come again, he groaned, overwhelmed by his need and love for her. He blew inside his wife, pleasure turning him inside out as he gave every last drop of himself to her sweet keeping.
He collapsed on his back and cuddled her against his thundering heart.
