“It is bloody marvelous.” He parted her with his thumbs. “You can always tell me to stop,” he murmured. “But I think you’ll like it.”
He leaned in, swiping his tongue up her middle, and she nearly launched off the bed. Her breathy moans left her mouth as he ate at her, licking his way to her peak, teasing that little jewel with the tip of his tongue. Her bucking hips told him she liked that.
Her hand sank into his hair as she chanted his name. “Do you like it? Like having my mouth on you here?”
Not a word could come from her lips as every coherent thought was shattered by blistering pleasure. It did not take him long for her to shatter with a wild cry, insidious heat surging to her heat and spiraling through her body. When her body fell back to the bed, with breath fighting to get into her body, Cedric kneeled on his haunches, and she felt his eyes rake over her body more than she saw them.
He rolled on top of her, kissing her damp skin, and waited for her to calm, and flinched a little when her hand touched his ruined skin. It felt impossible that she had allowed him to forget the parts of him, but she had.
“Are you ready for this, Ariadne?” He asked. “Are you ready for me?”
She opened her eyes, and the deep pools of blue held only bliss. Ariadne reached up and held his shoulder. “Yes.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised her.
Positioning his turgid prick against her silken mound. He rubbed against her valley, groaning as her wet lips kissed his shaft. He pushed past her feminine resistance, her wet, pulsing flesh sucked at his sensitive tip.
Holding back a curse, he tried to pace himself, and sweat beaded upon his brow as his muscles bulged with the effort to hold back. Ariadne’s mouth was partially open as she took him, and he felt her soft breath skitter over her chest.
“Ariadne—” he warned her. “Don’t tense up.”
Wanting to make her pain as fleeting as possible, he held her fast and snapped his hips, just as he covered her mouth with his, swallowing her gasp of pain.
Once again, he forced himself to stay still while he felt his heart thunder in his ears. Ariadne’s hand slipped from his shoulders to cup his face. “The pain is gone.”
Bracing one hand on the headboard and holding her hip with the other, he fit himself against her, pushing into her softness, a steady, stretching incursion that made her gasp.
“I’ll go slowly,” he dropped a kiss on her skin. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Her fingers speared through his hair, “Don’t stop,” she urged him.
Groaned, obliging her as old, forgotten sensations whirled over his senses. He had forgotten how lovemaking felt as he slid deeper, deeper, and deeper still. Her knees found the notches of his hips as the pleasure of slick heat around him spurred him on.
She arched into his thrusts, and as their bodies moved in perfect, natural synchrony.
He couldn’t get enough of her, and when she lifted her hips to take him deeper, he knew she felt it too. His restraint destroyed, he began to pound into her, chasing the bliss he could feel just over the edge. Her breathy cries urged him on.
Leaning down, he captured her plump nipples between his lips, sucking fiercely as he rammed his way home. Her body started to flutter around, the contractions summoning his own pleasure.
In a moment, she was shattering around him, and his climax hit him with the force of a bullet. Biting back a shout, he released in luxurious bursts; his desire kept him thrusting, chasing the lingering strains of bliss.
Panting, he hung over her as her body began to calm. When his head cleared, he gently pulled away and spotted her bliss-filled eyes and pleased exhaustion.
When he lowered to the side of her, she turned on her side, reached over, and swept his damp hair from his creased brow.
“You were right,” she said tremulously. “I was not ready for that.”
He turned, “I shouldn’t have released inside you without asking if you were ready to have a child.”
Ariadne smiled softly. “I don’t mind. I’ve always known it would be my duty and pleasure to be a mother one day. “That was…that was…” She struggled to find the exact word. “… beyond my expectations.”
She was now truly his wife, a lady—his lady— in every sense of the word. The years ahead glittered with promise. She would learn even more ways of pleasing him, both within the bed chamber and outside it.
She wanted to see him laugh and enjoy life. She didn’t feel like he was one who would spend hours talking to her about his life,but she already had an inkling of how he showed his affection; he preferred to do instead of saying it. Enveloped in happiness, she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Abrisk breeze drew Ariadne from a delicious dream to find the morning already well advanced. They had neglected to draw the bed curtains, and the morning light streamed into Cedric’s bed. She did not need to turn over to know the other side of the bed was empty.
