Page 35 of Yule Be Mine

“Thank you, my dear. I do appreciate you taking this in your stride.” Her mother hurried out of the room and Yule turned back to his breakfast with renewed appetite.

About a quarter of an hour later, the door opened and Penelope entered, dressed in a charming deep pink gown frothy with lace, that almost took Yule’s breath away. She was undeniably a beautiful woman, but there was something about her now, an added grace, a confidence, an ethereal glow that seemed to shout to him that she’d experienced the ultimate pleasure and been changed by it forever more. His heart swelled with pride at the thought that he’d been the one to bring about that change in her. He only hoped to God no one else saw it and realized it for what it was.

“Yule.” Her face lit up when she spied him at the table, just finishing his coffee. “What on earth did you say to Mama? She’s spent the last quarter of an hour feeling my forehead, patting my wrists, checking me all over for spots—which is most inconvenient when one is trying to dress—to see if I was coming down with a fever. I’ve not seen her so upset about my health since I had scarlet fever.” Her eyes narrowed. “Did you have something to do with her now insisting on a three-week engagement instead of six months?”

“I fear I have, although I did not mean to worry her unduly.” He motioned for her to sit and the footman brought her a plate. “I merely wished to make a case for a shorter engagement. Can you eat quickly? I’ve gotten permission to take you for a carriage ride.”

“Oh, that sounds nice.” She started in on the eggs and a piece of toast.

“I thought we would take a ride by some of the sights as we did yesterday.” His gaze stayed on her until she looked at him. “When I brought you home.”

Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned a bright pink. “I…I didn’t think we’d be able to…to see those things again.” They were both mindful of the listening servants. “So soon.”

“I didn’t either, but as I told your mother…” Yule stared deep into the widened blue eyes. “A carriage ride can do wonders for your health and well-being.”

Galvanized, Penelope swallowed another mouthful of eggs and toast, took a bite of ham, and tossed her napkin down. “I must change, but I’ll be down directly.”

*

Standing naked infront of the roaring fire in Yule’s bedroom, with him pressed against her from behind, cupping her breasts and kissing her neck, Penelope didn’t think she could be happier than she was at this exact moment. Of course, she’d think that same thing as they made their way to the bed, when they were in the midst of carnal embrace, and during the long, lazy interlude afterward. Every moment they spent together in one another’s arms was indescribably precious, undeniably erotic. She wanted to stay with him in this room, doing these incredibly pleasurable things forever.

Yule squeezed her nipples between his fingers, hardening them instantly and making Penelope moan and grind her backside into his groin. “Does that feel good, love?”

She nodded, loving the touch of his body everywhere on her. “It does. But I want more, Yule.” Penelope pushed her bottom against his already hard member. “I want you.”

He groaned into the neck, then nipped it lightly with his teeth. “Your wish is mine, sweetheart.”

She arched her back, resting her head briefly on his shoulder, then turned toward the bed.

However, he caught her, pulled her back to him. “What if we did something…different?”

That sounded thrilling. “Different how?”

“Come here.” He led her over to the chair at the desk.

Excitement bubbled up in her.

“Rest your hands on the chair seat.”

Trembling with excitement, Penelope bent over and did so, spreading her hands over the leather cover. “Like this?”

“Exactly.” Yule stood behind her, his cock—he’d told her yesterday that’s what it was called—bumping against her. “Now spread your legs just enough…” He helped her position herself, his hands brushing against her nether regions and making her ache inside. Oh, but she loved doing this with Yule. Leaning over her back, he whispered into her ear, “I’m going to go deep into your body, love, much deeper than last night. I’ll go slow but tell me if it’s uncomfortable for you. If not, I think you’ll enjoy it very much.”

Now quivering with anticipation, Penelope gasped as Yule’s hot hardness brushed against her opening. He nudged inside, then inched forward, filling her slowly, relentlessly until at last he’d seated himself completely within her. The sensation of fullness was more intense than yesterday, but not unpleasant. No, not unpleasant at all.

“How does that feel, love?” There was tension in Yule’s deepened voice.

“Good.” The word came out huskier than normal. “Very good.”

“Then I’ll start.” Yule rocked back slowly, withdrawing almost all the way, then sinking himself all the way back inside her.

The sensation of him sliding so far inside her, filling her so full she thought she might burst, brought the deep-down ache at her core to life once more. “Ummm.”

“Did that hurt?”

“No, it feels incredibly good.” Nothing had ever felt so wonderful. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” He pulled back and thrust forward again, a little faster this time. “How’s that?”