Stella gave a start when he was no longer atop her but had slid down the side of the bed until his knees hit the carpeted floor.She expected him to put voice to a grunt or a curse, but not a sound of discomfort could be heard from him as he gripped her ankles in his hands and placed them over his shoulders.Then his head moved between her thighs and Stella knew he was as lost as she would soon be.
He wasted no time with teasing or tasting her, for his tongue entered her before retreating to allow his lips to suckle her engorged womanhood.
“Harry!”she whispered in surprise, unable to move given how he had her hips pinned with his hands.Forced to simply accept the delight his tongue and lips caused, the sharp darts combining with rolling waves of pleasure made her beg for more even as she feared she might faint from the intensity.A soft chuckle sounded in response from between her legs.“If you’re feeling proud of yourself, you should be,” she whispered on a giggle.
“You liked that, did you?”he countered, rising to his feet but grasping her ankles to keep them against the front of his shoulders.His manhood jutted out, the tip brushing against her quim before finding her entry.
“You know I did, but…oh!”she cried out, his cock filling her in a single thrust.His hands had once again moved to her hips, holding them in place lest his thrusts push her too far back on the bed.
“Damn, but you feel good, my lady,” he whispered hoarsely, his thrusts settling into a rhythm as old as time.
“We’ve not done it like this since…oh!”she replied, well aware he was near to his release.He had moved a thumb to where their bodies met, the pad brushing against her quim in exactly the right spot to send her over the edge of yet another orgasm.
“Before Bradley was born,” he finished for her, his eyes squeezed shut as his body spasmed.A growl sounded from his throat as he threw back his head.
Stella watched as all the life seemed to drain from him, the post-coital exhaustion soon forcing him to give up his hold on her ankles so she could roll to one side and allow him to fall onto the bed.Once he was settled next to her, she sighed.“I remember the first time we did it that way,” she said, grinning.“I was pregnant with Alexander, and I was growing so round.”She glanced over at him, her grin widening into a smile when it appeared he was already passed out.
“You thought I would take a mistress,” he whispered, his eyes still closed.“That I would think you were no longer the most beautiful woman in the entire world.”
Stella inhaled softly.“Harry,” she whispered.
“I still do, my Aphrodite.”
Leaning over to place a kiss on one of his eyelids, she allowed a long sigh.
“What is it?”he asked, his eyes opening to display his concern.He moved farther up onto the bed, pulling her along with him until their entire bodies were atop the bed.“Something has been troubling you ever since we left London.Out with it.”
Stella shook her head in the small of his shoulder.“I fear Helen will end up a spinster,” she said, angling her head to see his reaction.She had put voice to the same concern many times, but never like this, when she was in his arms and had his undivided attention.
“Why?”
Her eyes widening at hearing the simple query, she said, “Because I’m half Greek,” she blurted.
His burst of laughter was most unexpected.
“Harry,” she scolded.
Sobering, he inhaled and held his breath a moment.“I know your mother was not held in high regard despite being married to a duke,” he admitted.“And it didn’t help that Westhaven had an avocation that kept him away from London for years at a time,” he added softly.
Alexander, Duke of Westhaven, had been an archaeologist, his search for Greek artifacts taking him to many of the islands in the Aegean.He had found his own Aphrodite on Mykonos and married her despite knowing he would face censure from the aristocracy back in London upon his return.
“But I rather doubt most even remember your mother these days.”
“They don’t have to,” Stella whispered.“They need only look at me to?—”
“Feel profound jealousy at seeing your beauty,” he said, arching a brow as if daring her to counter his claim.
“You bounder,” she said on a sigh.
“I know Helen isn’t as gorgeous as you are, but I expect she’ll exhibit an elegant beauty as she ages,” he said in a soft voice.“But she’ll be wed and have several children of her own long before that.”
Stella gasped.“What makes you say that?”
Harry shrugged one shoulder.“Haven’t you noticed how Thomas Forster looks at her?”he countered.
“With derision, you mean?”
Lifting himself onto an elbow, which sent her rolling onto her back, Harry stared down at his wife in disbelief for a moment.“Derision?”he repeated.“What makes you say that?”
