When the final fastening came loose, he stepped back respectfully. "I shall lose my mind looking at such beauty."
She turned to him with a smile that reached her eyes. "Thank you."
Then she watched as he pulled on his cravat, untying it from his neck. He threw the fabric on the floor and continued to disrobe, one item after another until he stood naked before her.
Seraphine allowed her eyes to take him in. His broad shoulders gave way to strong arms. His chest was molded into hard ridges. Thick muscular thighs surrounded a mound of black curls and his rigid hard staff.
She took a deep breath.
"We must continue what we started on our wedding night," he said as he stepped toward her.
"Yes, I want to do that more than anything," she said.
She felt his lips press against hers, thick with desire. His large hand cupped her breast pinching at her peak. Seraphine moaned into his mouth.
Then she felt his other hand slide down her waist and to her secret place between her thighs. She threw her hands onto his shoulders to steady herself.
"Open your legs," he commanded.
She blushed and did as he said. She felt his thumb move over her rosebud. Her fingers dug into his arms to keep her from falling as her knees grew weak.
"Oh, Damien," she said.
"You will drive me mad if you say my name like that," he whispered.
She bit her lower lip and allowed him to massage her tender spot in slow circles. Her toes curled.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Yes, more than I expected," she said.
"Good." He kissed her shoulder softly.
Seraphine felt the pulsing deep in her belly. It throbbed through her building and building.
"Oh, I am… I am feeling…" she said.
"Do not fight it. I want you to cum for me," he moaned.
With those words, Seraphine released as she stood before him. She leaned forward resting her naked body against his. His arm slipped around her waist holding her up.
The delicious feeling flooded through her in bliss.
Damien lifted her from her feet and set her on the bed.
"I want you. I want to make you mine once and for all time," he whispered.
Seraphine wiggled into the bed, scarcely able to answer as she still enjoyed her release.
"Yes, please take me," she said.
She opened her thighs wide and Damien positioned himself between them. Seraphine locked onto his green eyes. His handsome face made her feel lustfully impatient.
Then she felt the tip of him press against her opening. He entered her slowly. She arched her back as she felt him fill her. They moved together. He slid back and forth. His hips rocked with the motion. Her mouth opened to release a moan and his closed upon it, capturing the sound.
They kissed with a hunger that had built for so long, while they became one.
When it was over, they lay together in complete ecstasy, wrapped in each other's arms as the Duke and Duchess of Wexford.
