He chuckled and found a bottle of champagne he’d asked to be chilled next to a table. In fact, there were two bottles rather than the one he’d requested. He noted on the table there was a simple meal they could enjoy together.
Picking up two glasses and a bottle, he joined her on a settee in front of the hearth. He poured the cold champagne and handed her a glass. Lifting his glass, he made a simple toast. “To us.”
“To us,” Harriet parroted. She took a sip of champagne, having forgotten how it tickled her nose.
Lucien leaned in and kissed her. “Wife. I never thought I’d find myself such a loving, caring bride. You’re going to make a dazzling duchess when the time comes.”
She snorted but not before Lucien burst out in laughter. “What? What’s so funny?
“Dazzling duchess?”
“You don’t approve of my choice of words?” he asked.
“Of course, I do. It’s just something I never expected them to come out of your mouth.”
“Just you wait, my love, just you wait.”
He silenced her with another kiss.
Chapter Fourteen
Lucien gathered hiswife in his arms, lifting her up and carrying her to his bed.
She giggled while he carried her in his arms. Harriet clung to him; her arms wrapped around his neck. Once in front of the huge bed, Lucien gently laid her down in the center of the bed. She gazed up at him in the soft light of a candle, smiling shyly. He removed his shirt and pants before climbing up on the bed, mounting her, his eyes on her the entire time. His hands wandered her body as he tried to memorize in his mind every inch of his wife’s body.
His cock was hard and was complaining to be freed of its confines. Raising up on his knees, he lifted her nightgown over her head before removing his own undergarment. His member jutted out in front of him making him painfully aware he had no control when it came to Harriet.
Kissing her once again, their tongues explored each other as she clung to him. He broke the kiss, continuing a long road of seductive licks and kisses down her neck. When he came upon her breasts, he suckled each one, running his tongue around and round the areolas.
As he continued his seduction, Harriet held on to the sheets on either side of her, her fingers white knuckled.
When he came upon her apex he stopped. Pushing her legs apart, he showed her something Harriet had no idea was done between two people. She squealed and bucked as his kisseshit home as Harriet had no idea what was coming. When she exploded under him, Lucien knew it was time.
Mounting her, he looked down at her. “This may hurt a bit, but it’s the only time you’ll have to go through this.”
She nodded, having complete trust in him. He took himself in hand and slid the tip against her cunny and pushed gently. When he hit the barrier, he took a deep breath and pushed farther into her until he was seated in her. Glancing down at her, he studied her face for a moment.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she squeaked.
He grunted and began pumping in and out of her. A rhythm began and to his surprise his bride was trying to mimic him to keep up with him. It ended before Lucien was ready for it to, but his body needed the release. He pushed hard one last time as his seed exploded inside her. He lay on top of her until his breath began to slow.
“I love you, Harriet.”
He felt her kiss his neck when he realized he had his dead weight on top of her.
“I’m so sorry, my love,” he said lifting himself off her and tucking in next to her and pulling her close.
“I love you too, but please don’t squish me on our wedding night.”
Unable to maintain his composure, Lucien burst into laughter, his baritone vibrating as he tried to control himself.
“What is so funny?” she demanded.
“Envisioning my squishing you in the mad passion of making love. I can’t get it out of my head,” he replied.
She snuggled closer to him. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”
