Her smile was gentle as she placed a hand on his cheek. “I have come to terms with the fact that I will never conceive or be a mother. I am only telling you this so that you need not worry that anything could come from us being intimate.”
The knowledge that she could not conceive was rather freeing. He’d always been careful as he did not want a bastard brought into the world. It had often damped the mood because he could not fully give up control as he was afraid that he would forget to withdraw in time if he didn’t have an uncomfortable sheath. For the first time, he could truly, and freely love without fear of consequences.
Angelo kissed her deeply and led her across the room until they stood beside the bed. He then grasped her night rail, pulling it higher and higher, wishing to rip it from her body. The only reason he did not do so was because he wanted no evidence left behind that he had been here. Octavia was right, servants talked and the ones in this household were loyal to their employer, who was Octavia’s brother, not her.
The back of his hand brushed the curls at the apex of her thighs, and he could have stopped there, lifted her gown and brought her pleasure, but he did not want this first time to be a quick coupling. Instead, he broke the kiss, stood back, and lifted her night rail so that it was over her head and then tossed it to the side.
Finally, she was naked before him, and he was awed by her beauty.
Octavia rose one arm to cover her breasts and lowered a hand to cover her womanhood.
He chuckled, taking her hands. “Never hide anything from me. I want to see all of you.”
Her cheeks reddened and the embarrassment spread down her neck and to her chest.
He was glad that his boots and most of his clothing had already been removed. He pulled his shirt from his trousers and then removed those and was soon as naked as her.
Octavia sucked in a breath as she took in first his face, then his chest, then lower and her eyes grew wide.
She’d been married so his hardened desire for her should not be a surprise.
Angelo leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Soon she was in his arms, and he was lifting her and placing her on the bed as he came over her. Her legs parted as if she expected him to enter immediately. As much as he may have wished to do so, that was not his intention.
Chapter 19
Octavia expected Angelo to enter her as soon as she was on the bed, but he didn’t. He first kissed her lips, then her face, working his way to her neck until he was nuzzling her breasts. The pleasure shot through her body, centering on her nether regions, which had begun to ache and throb with need.
He then shifted and took one nipple in his mouth, suckling while he caressed the other breast.
These sensations were all so new and wonderful, and heated her from the inside.
Octavia threaded her fingers through his hair, not certain what to do. She’d never had to do anything before, but with Angelo, she wished to participate and bring him pleasure, but how would she do so?
Angelo’s hand slid down her abdomen, her muscle jumping at the foreign caress while the ache below increased. He paused only a moment before his fingers slipped through her curls and she anticipated that he was about to stretch to prepare her. But he didn’t. Instead, his thumb circled the place that she knew could bring pleasure if caressed properly. He pulled his lips from her breast and trailed open kisses down her stomach as he moved closer to her private area.
“What are you doing?” She had never been kissed so low on her body before. It could not be proper.
He looked up and grinned. “Remember when I said that one day you would not wish for my tongue to be still?”
What did that have to do with now?
“You are about to learn why.” Angelo then kissed her there, and she now understood.
The ache and pressure built, getting strong, but it was really pleasure and just when she thought she would gain that elusive release, he would slow, as if denying her. Octavia was about to cry out in frustration when he finally let her soar and experience the most exquisite and powerful release that seemed to engulf her entire being. She had never experienced the like.
When she finally drifted back and became aware of her surroundings once again, Angelo was above her and between her thighs.
He kissed her deeply then plunged, filling her. Her walls clasped about him and when he began to move, she did as well. There was no patience, but frenzy and passion and the pressure built once again and soon she was riding the tide of pleasure that released within her a second time just as Angelo arched and threw his head back and groaned before he collapsed beside her.
All Octavia could do was lie there, stare at the ceiling and try to catch her breath. Her body still hummed with delicious sensations even though she was sated and far more relaxed than she’d been in a very long time.
She had experienced releases before, on rare occasions, but none of them had been so powerful or caused her to see stars behind her eyelids.
She had finally experienced passion.
Being with Octavia was better than he could have ever imagined. So passionate and responsive, and even though she had been wed, there was still an innocence to her. Angelo couldn’t wait to explore more. There were so many things he wished to do, but tonight had left them both exhausted.
He’d never been so drained following a coupling and all he wanted to do was lay there and hold Octavia and capture this moment and memory to hold onto in the future.
