Chapter Nine
S omerville followed Sara up the stairs to their suite, fighting the urge not to sweep her into his arms and carry her to their bed. He had already been presumptuous when he informed her maid that he would see to his wife’s needs on their return. The past two weeks had been the sweetest torture he had ever endured.
He could no longer resist making Sara his.
He desired his wife with a passionate need that pushed him to the point of no return. He could no longer deny himself what he had wanted since he first laid eyes on her.
His thoughts the past few hours had taken a wicked twist with each press of her breasts against his arms to the soft caresses she tempted him with. At first, he’d thought they were innocent gestures to catch his attention, but the desire blazing from Sara’s eyes spoke otherwise. With boldness, she whispered in his ear about how she eagerly awaited his kiss before bed. Was his sweet-natured wife seducing him?
Sara paused on the top step. With a shy smile over her shoulder, she held out her hand to him. Their fingers entwined as they had countless times throughout the ball, but this time, Sara’s fingers tightened around his as they entered their suite.
Once they neared the bed, Sara dropped his hand and turned her back on him. “Will you undo my buttons?”
Ian needed no other encouragement from his bride. He stepped forward and brushed Sara’s hair over her shoulder. He trailed his finger along the length of buttons keeping him from her succulent skin. Ian refused to rush a second of this with his demanding urges. His desire to savor Sara with slow precision would only enrich their experience. His hand trailed upward until he reached her neck. He bent his head and pressed his lips against the softness.
Sara shivered at Ian’s touch, aching for him to undo her dress. However, he teased her with his patience. She lowered her head as his lips trailed a path from the back of her neck along her bare shoulders. He continued his seduction with each button he released, burning a path down her back.
“Step away,” he whispered in her ear.
Sara obeyed Ian’s demand and stepped away from her dress. Even without her friends’ encouragement, Sara had planned her seduction when she dressed for the ball. She hadn’t worn another stitch under her dress except for a pair of stockings clipped around her thighs. She had hoped to entice him to abandon his resistance and make love to her. His indrawn hiss behind her flooded her senses as he gripped her bare hips and brought her flush against his front. The evidence of his desire pressed against her, leaving Sara on the verge of begging him to make love to her.
Sara closed her eyes as she gathered the courage to become a bold seductress. She slowly turned in Ian’s embrace and pressed her hands against his chest. The rapid beat of his heart gave her all the encouragement she needed to continue her seduction. Her fingers made quick work of undoing his cravat and the buttons on his coat and vest. She peeled them off his shoulders, and they dropped to the floor next to her dress. Sara lifted her gaze and lost herself in Ian’s fiery expression. He held the look of a man possessed with need, one who held himself back from unleashing his passion on his desired subject.
She wanted nothing more than for him to lose control of his inhibitions. To break away from his proper behavior and allow his wicked desires to consume them. She ached for Ian to control her with his baser needs. Sara was no longer the proper governess, nor did she want to be the proper duchess inside their bedchamber. She wanted them to explore the passion that ruled the attraction between them.
Sara reached for Ian’s hand on her waist and brought it to her breast. His eyes darkened with an unspeakable need as he brushed his thumb across her nipple and pinched it between his fingers. She shifted to rub her thighs together at his intimate touch. Her ache had intensified to an unbearable need she desired for him to ease.
“Duchess,” Ian moaned.
Sara’s tongue darted out between her lips. “Yes, Your Grace?”
Her teasing reply would be the downfall of his intention to slow their lovemaking until he savored every one of her hidden delights. However, her tongue sliding against her lips and her body naked before him broke what control he fought to hold. Sara was a seductive minx beneath her innocent facade. She made it impossible for him to restrain himself a second longer. And why should he? She was his wife. So why shouldn’t he make her so in the truest sense of their union?
Ian bent his head to draw her nipple between his lips and suckled the berry until it tightened into a hard bud. Sara’s moan echoed around him when he licked around the bud, teasing it before moving to the other nipple to savor its sweetness. He ached to sample every inch of her and listen to the melody of her pleasure echo around them.
Sara’s knees gave out at Ian’s intense devotion to loving her. He caught her in his arms and laid her on the bed. At one time, his bold stare would’ve had her covering herself. Instead, she only felt more desirable. He tore at his shirt and kicked off his trousers until he stood before her as a man whose only purpose this evening was to make love to the woman he most desired.
Sara.
Her gaze raked his form with a hunger only he could satisfy. His muscles rippled with his unrepressed need to touch her, and she ached for him to unleash his desires. Her gaze trailed lower to where his hand stroked the length of his cock. Soon she would feel the strength of him inside her, pulsing with his need alongside hers. Her fingers curled into the quilt to keep herself from reaching for him. Her inexperience left her doubting if she held the skills to seduce her husband.
Ian dropped to his knees when doubt filled Sara’s gaze. His hands glided along the smooth silk of her stockings. She was bewitching, wearing not a stitch but those. When he reached the garter, he placed a kiss on each flower pressing against her thighs. He eased her legs apart and grazed his thumb across her glistening clit. Sara arched her back off the bed at his touch. Her gaze no longer held doubt, but desire flared from her turquoise depths.
His wife ached for his love, and he would spend an eternity worshipping at her feet if she would forever gaze upon him with love shining from her eyes. Silk caressed his sides as he pressed himself between her thighs. He blew a soft breath against her core, causing Sara to lift her hips.
“Ian,” she moaned.
Ian smirked before sliding his tongue along her pussy. “Yes, Your Grace?”
Her husband not only teased her with his reply but left her incapable of any coherent thought with his attack on her senses. Her fingers uncurled from the blanket and sank into his locks as he trailed a path of fire across her wetness with his tongue. With each teasing flick of his tongue, Sara lost herself in the passion and succumbed to his wicked pleasure. They no longer held themselves back from the attraction demanding them to be together. They were free from the polite demands of their union. Now they were two souls binding themselves together with the passion in their souls.
One taste of Sara and he drowned in the erotic flavor of her on his lips. Her musky scent inflamed his senses to draw her desires to pinnacle heights with each caress of his tongue. Every night since they married, he’d introduced Sara to the pleasure of intimacy while staying dressed. His wildest fantasies had never prepared him for the exotic lady he now pleasured. She was far more delicious than he had ever imagined.
He set a rhythm, sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy, while his tongue flicked against her clit with an intensity to send her into a frenzy of release. But as soon as her pussy gripped his fingers, he pulled back and licked her with slow strokes, drawing out her release, only to repeat the act. Silk rubbed against him with each slide of her thighs pressing tighter against his face. With each lick of her wetness, he hungered for her release. He not only tortured Sara with his teasing but himself too.
He gripped her hips and brought her flush against his mouth. With each slide of his tongue seducing her to succumb to their desires, he urged her to move her hips in rhythm. He no longer wanted to deny them her pleasure. Soon her hips raised and pressed against his mouth as her body shuddered with her release. Her wetness coated his tongue, and he devoured Sara like a starving man hungered for her sweetness.
Ian kissed a path up Sara’s body, devoting himself to her pleasure. He lit a fresh fire in her with each gentle caress and soft kiss. While he eased her ache, he built a need inside her that left Sara breathless. As he rose above her, she reached out to grip his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. She waited with eagerness for him to make her his. It would hurt, but she welcomed the discomfort for the chance to become his wife. His lover. His soulmate.
And hopefully one day his love.
Ian held back from sliding his cock inside Sara. The passion surrounding them pushed him to the edge of controlling himself with her. He needed to enter her gently to ease her discomfort. However, the need coursing through him demanded its fulfillment. Once the warmth of her pussy wrapped around his cock, he would be powerless to slaking his desires with the intense ache racing through his body.
He slammed his mouth against hers, ravishing her lips with a kiss that left them both breathless. He gathered her in his arms as her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and with a slowness he didn’t believe himself capable of, he slid inside Sara. She tensed for a second as he pushed past the slight barrier of her maidenhood, but soon sighed into their kiss as her hands caressed the length of his back. Her gentle touch would be his salvation from taking her like a savage.
Sara melted into Ian’s arms as he slid in and out of her with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes. Her white knight made love to her with a care that made her dreams come true. However, Sara soon discovered she much preferred the untamed passion her knight kept hidden behind his shield. Now, only to entice him to indulge in his wicked desires.
His wife’s seductive smile as she teased him with a kiss should’ve been a warning that he would lose the last of his control. He lost himself in the pleasure of her lips as she trailed a path of kisses along his neck and across his shoulders. When she arched her back, he swore she scraped her nipples against his chest to tease him. But when she rotated her hips before wrapping her legs around his waist, he realized he was powerless to resist her spell a moment longer.
“Duchess,” he warned.
“Yes, Your Grace.” Sara’s laughter teased him.
He pressed in deeper and held still. “You are playing with fire.”
“Then burn me,” Sara whispered in his ear.
Her taunt, along with the brush of her hands gripping his buttocks, sent him over the edge. His demure governess shared a dark need with him that only he could fulfill. He caressed her hips as he slid from her warmth. The tip of his cock hovered at her entrance, building their anticipation to fly over the edge together.
Sara attempted to press forward, but Ian held her firmly, withholding the pleasure their souls desperately craved. The storm gathering in his gaze kept her entranced under his spell. She was but a willing slave to their impending passion. She gasped when he pushed his cock inside her with a powerful thrust. Before she drew another breath, he repeated his act, deeper than before.
His thrusts became more demanding as his tongue licked at her nipples. He bit them with a softness to appease his hunger. No part of her was untouched by his reckless passion. Each caress singed her and left her aching for more. She felt herself spiraling, lost in the ecstasy of their lovemaking.
Ian roared as he exploded inside Sara, and she tightened around him with her own release. She clung to him, lost in the rapture of their souls joining as one.
He rolled over, bringing her across his chest while they caught their breath. He never meant to take Sara with such force her first time, but he’d abandoned his morals once she tempted him with her seductive expectations.
When Sara pressed a kiss against his chest and her fingers traced a path back and forth across his stomach, Ian tightened his grip on her hair. She decided to embrace her wanton thoughts and entice her husband to make love to her again. Her lips trailed higher to his, and she gave him a gentle kiss, enjoying the press of his mouth against hers.
He pulled back. “You are impossible to resist.”
“Then why try?”
Why indeed? Ian brought his mouth back to hers and continued their kiss. Each pull of their lips became more demanding as their passion raged out of control again. Soon, he rolled them over and entered Sara with the fierceness his soul demanded. His wife matched his need with her own uncontrollable passion.
They were a match destined for eternity.