Alister’s smile abruptly slipped as he wiped away one of the emotional droplets trailing down her cheek. “What’s wrong, my love? You don’t like it?”
She nodded, then shook her head, before she gave up and wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “It’s magnificent.Youare magnificent. I can’t believe I ever doubted—”
His grin firmly back in place, he said, “Come.”
He led her to the middle of the room, where he slowly began to remove her clothes, starting with her outer garments first. Every movement was steady and full of gentle devotion, from the way he untied her bonnet and lifted it from her head and set it aside, to the way he freed her hair, the golden length flowing down her back. He pulled each finger from her gloves, while each button of her gown was pushed through its hole with ease. As the velvet slid from her body to the floor, he picked it up and carefully laid it over a nearby chair. Her corset and chemise were next, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and shoes.
He bent down before her and untied her boots. He rolled the silk down her leg where he lifted her foot and removed them both before showing the same attention to her other leg.
“My very own gift to unwrap,” Alister murmured.
From the beginning, Lyra was nearly out of her mind with desire—but that was all before he lifted one of her legs and leaned forward to pleasure her with his mouth. Her legs quivered with the tender assault, her knees threatening to buckle, but he kept her upright as the intense waves crashed over her within minutes, leaving her limp and replete, but yearning for him that much more.
Her new husband lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently. He quickly shed his clothes and came back to join her.
Lyra bit her lip as she looked at that strong, jutting cock poised and ready. Unable to resist, she reached out and slid her hand up and down the hard length. His head instantly fell back, and he growled deep in his throat. Her blood turned to fire at his reaction. Leaning forward, she gently placed him in her mouth and began to slide her lips back and forth.
He stiffened slightly before he reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Oh God, Lyra…”
As if by merely saying her name, he grew even larger and thicker in her mouth. His hips rocked back and forth as she kept a steady rhythm before he abruptly pulled away from her. Breathing hard, he grasped her hips, spinning her around to bring her toward the edge of the bed. She was on her knees, her backside before him, when he swiftly impaled her. She gasped at the initial intrusion, for he filled her deeply, completely, yet it wasn’t from pain but the sheer joy of being united with him once more.
She clenched the bed coverings as he continued his assault, pulling away slowly, only to tease her with the head of his cock before pushing back into her with a firm thrust. Sheknewshe was going to go insane if he didn’t quit this exquisite torture soon.
“Alister, please…” She hardly recognized her voice it was so sensual and filled with need.
He seemed to be waiting for that very plea, for he briefly left her to roll her onto her back and join her on the bed. He lifted her legs until they encircled his waist and entered her once again. His movements were strong and powerful and her breasts shook with each glorious impact. It wasn’t until he reached out to knead their fullness that it all became too much and she shattered around him. He gave a guttural cry and after a few more thrusts, he stilled.
After he withdrew from her body, he pulled her close. Lyra reached out to trace circles on his chest before she frowned at the sight of his bandage. She’d nearly forgotten that only days ago his life had been in danger. It was a sharp reminder of what still loomed between them. “I hope you didn’t hurt yourself too much.”
He glanced at her. “Trust me, any pain was worth it.”
She laughed. “Do you know that we didn’t even kiss?”
He lifted a brow. “Are you complaining about my performance?”
“Hardly,” she snorted. “When can we do it again?”
He chuckled before he stood and offered his hand with a wink. “Our bath awaits, my lady.”
Alister sank down into the tub. Lyra lifted a leg over the side to join him. Just the sight of her perfectly shaped backside had him fighting back the urge to take her again. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. From the coy look she shot him before she sank down in front of him to lean back against his chest, he had a feeling she felt the same.
It was still amazing to believe that this remarkable woman was his forevermore. He held back a sigh, just thinking of the chaos that likely awaited them once they returned to London. But he refused to focus on that now, when Lyra’s pert breasts were playing hide and seek with him beneath the water. He intended to make the most of their personal oasis. Unable to resist, he reached his arms around her and lightly pinched her nipples, playing with them until they became hard points of desire. Already, he could feel her breathing deepen and he knew it wouldn’t take much for her to enjoy another torrid round of lovemaking.
But first he intended to tantalize her a bit longer.
He reached for the soap and slowly rubbed it across her chest, and she gave a light moan. He knew the slippery slide against her flesh would go far to excite her. But it wasn’t until she began to wiggle her enticing bottom against him that he had to clench his teeth and hold back a hiss as his cock sprang to throbbing life.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” she whispered seductively. “But don’t you know that two can play this game?”
Alister smiled.Challenge accepted.
He instantly released the soap and used his hands to continue their assault over her body. From her breasts and across her abdomen, he finally reached the apex of her thighs. Her breath hitched as he found the center of her need and began to pleasure her beneath the water. With a throaty sigh, her head fell back against his shoulder, and he used the opportunity to suckle the side of her neck, never once slowing the pace of his wicked fingers. He watched her skin grow flushed from the heat of the water and her own growing pleasure. Her breasts quivered, and he blew on them lightly, causing her to shiver before he warmed them with his caresses.
It wasn’t until he knew she was close to finding her release that he finally inserted a finger into her hot sheath.
After that, they didn’t stay in the tub very long.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
