Chapter Fifteen
During the ceremony, Jerome had refused to let all the niggles and doubts that had plagued him up to that point taint the moment.
He had made a decision to embrace the occasion with all his heart and soul.
He made his vows with deep purpose and intent.
All the reasons he had used to persuade himself that Ava would be better off with someone else were swept away.
She is mine now. My wife to love and cherish and protect. He trembled with the power of it. He felt humbled by the responsibility of it.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, tightened the tie of his robe around his waist and pushed open the dressing room door and stepped into the rose-colored bedchamber.
Ava was waiting for him in a chair by the fire and stood as he entered.
She checked her impetuous step in his direction as he closed the door behind him, his eyes drinking her in greedily.
She was wearing a translucent white gown embellished with lace, and the rosy glow of the fire behind her outlined her deliciously curvy body through the fabric.
Her blonde curls fell in a cascade around her shoulders and her blue eyes glowed; her generous mouth curved in a wide smile, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. She is gorgeous. And all mine.
His memories of the night at Ravenshaw were hazy, his drunken state had left gaps and made the rest take on the aspect of a half-remembered dream.
But one thing he did remember was the softness of her frozen little body pressed to his as it thawed out and stopped shaking.
The memory stirred his body to life and gripped him with an ache of longing he’d been fighting for two years.
A surge of joy took possession of him as he fully and finally accepted he did not have to suppress that longing anymore.
“Jerome?” Her voice, soft and tentative, brought him back to the present with a jolt, and he stepped toward her.
“Ava.” She flew to him then, landing in his arms, hers sliding around his neck, and she stood on tiptoe to offer her face for his kiss.
He bent his head and pressed his lips to hers, a soft gentle kiss.
At least that was intent. But Ava’s enthusiastic response soon sent it spiraling into something far more passionate, like all their previous kisses.
They seemed incapable of being sweet and tender.
As if whatever pulsed between them was too hot and dark to be contained and would erupt with explosive force on the slightest provocation.
He broke the kiss to catch his breath and said gently, “Slow down, Ava.”
“Why?” She pouted playfully. “I’ve been waiting for this forever. Haven’t you?”
He hesitated to answer. Should I admit to how long I have wanted her for? Instead, he said softly, “How long?”
She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. “I’ve been in love with you since I was fourteen.”
“I thought you recovered from that infatuation.” He frowned.
She shook her head. “It changed. You were a storybook hero to me back then. I suppose I came to see you as a man more recently. But everyone was so horrified by my interest in you, including you, that I learned to cover it up.” Her cheeks were stained pink, and a shy look entered her lovely blue eyes. “When did you see me differently?”
His face twinged, and he put up a hand to stroke a curl off her cheek. “I fell in love with you at your debut,” he admitted. A smile broke out on her face and his heart turned over with love for her.
“But I knew it was wrong and tried my damnedest to resist,” he added.
“Why was it wrong?” She frowned.
His lips twisted. “For so many reasons, Ava. Ones I thought were valid at the time anyway.” Charis still haunted him, but he pushed that thought away. He would not let ghosts of the past ruin this.
“And now?”
“Now, I’ve surrendered. I love you too much to keep you at arm’s length any longer, my darling.”
“Oh Jerome!” She tightened her arms around him and buried her face in his robe. “I love you so much!”
He stroked her hair and pressed kisses into the top of her head, dizzy with the feelings of love and happiness washing through him.
She raised her head, and he kissed her again, a deep loving kiss that set his body aflame and made his heart overflow.
Picking her up, he carried her to bed, set her down on it gently, and discarded his robe, then he climbed into the big bed with its soft pillows, white sheets, and rose-colored velvet coverlet and drapes.
A perfect, pink bower for the woman who held his heart in the palm of her lovely hand.
He pushed her gown up, and she helped him get rid of it, her face alight with the warmth of happiness and adoration.
Her curvy little body lay against the sheets and his eyes devoured her with desire and awe.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her again and again, his lips running over her cheeks, her jaw, her neck, and down onto the white pillows of her generous breasts.
“Ava, my Ava,” he whispered, taking a perfect pink nipple into his mouth and suckling.
She squirmed beneath him, whimpering, and her responsiveness fired his desire even more.
Switching to the other breast, he inhaled her lovely scent, rose water and Ava.
He felt a new kind of drunkenness. Instead of whisky, he was drunk on love.
Drunk on Ava. All the feelings he’d kept suppressed welled up and flowed out as he set himself to bring his wife the pleasure she deserved.
While his mouth made a meal of her delicious breasts, his hands ran over her body, caressing and stroking.
His knee pressed her legs apart and his fingers traced down her belly to the sweet spot between her legs.
The wetness that met his fingers made him groan as she undulated her hips in an erotic fashion that scattered his wits.
His cock pulsed, stiff and hot against her flank. Ava, my sweet Ava.
He stroked her, teased her with his fingers, lifting his head to watch her expression as she tossed her head, her eyes closed, her neck arched, her moans and whimpers telling him what to do to please her.
Of all the women he’d pleasured—and there were many—Ava was the most responsive, the most sensuously unselfconscious.
She gave herself over to pleasure with the same joyous wholeheartedness she did everything else. God, how I love her!
He leaned down to kiss her and slid his fingers lower, seeking the entrance to her body, to stretch her and make her ready for him.
She gasped at the invasion, but she didn’t flinch, pressing into his touch, eager for it.
Her breath came in little pants, her eyes glazed, her expression twisted with desire, as he pulled back to watch her, his weight on one arm.
She flung her head back with a moan as his fingers explored, and his thumb teased her clitoris, that tiny bud of joy, the source of her strongest pleasure.
He teased with barely there touches and circles, his fingers slippery with her arousal, inching her toward release.
He coaxed and provoked responses from her that set a burning ache in his groin and made his own breath ragged.
“Ava, Ava,” he rasped, her name almost a groan, as his fingers seesawed in her body, and he stroked her bud, taking her to the edge and pausing to let her savor it, pulling back a fraction, then taking her to the edge again. How many times can I do it before she tips over? Then he knew.
“Jerome!” Her body locked and then suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and she fell into the pleasure he’d been inducing in her body with a detectable fluttering of her flesh and tightening of her inner muscles on his fingers.
Her breathless moans of delight were his reward, and he grinned, pleased with himself.
Stilling his fingers, he pressed gently to let her experience the full spectrum of the pulsating pleasure.
When she lay loose-limbed and limp, he kissed her tenderly.
“Good?” he murmured.
She nodded, slightly dazed, her hands stroking his shoulders. “I knew it would be,” she murmured, with a drunken smile.
“I’ve dreamed of bringing you pleasure,” he said softly.
Then he moved down her body tracing kisses over her breasts and belly until he could press his lips to her swollen nether-lips and breath in the flowery, musky scent of her, which made him groan against her flesh and open his mouth to devour her with his tongue and lips.
She cried out and pushed up into him under this treatment as he brought her swiftly to another orgasm with his mouth.
Letting her ride out this second burst of pleasure against his tongue, he waited, pressing his lower body hard into the bed as his cock throbbed and begged to invade her body, take her, make her his.
Then he slowly teased her with feather-light touches of his tongue to bring her to the edge of desire, before rising up over her, and with his eyes fixed on hers he said, “Ready?”
She nodded, her arms engulfing him, a beatific smile on her face as he settled between her legs and, finding the right place by instinct, joined their bodies with a slow push.
His groan was loud and involuntary, as the tight, wet heat of her engulfed him and sent pleasure zinging up his spine and into his aching balls.
He breathed through the overwhelming desire to thrust and come instantly, and let the pulsing pleasure of imminent orgasm wash through him.
Clinging to the edge, he held himself still and waited out the urge.
It made him ache, but the almost orgasm receded, and then he was able to move, slowly at first, and then with increasing momentum.
Ava moved with him, smiling, her lovely blue eyes fixed on his, and he linked their hands, pressing palm to palm either side of her head, as their bodies shared this sacrament of love. She lifted her legs to take him deeper, and he sped up his thrusts, unable to hold off any longer.
She panted and whimpered beneath him, and he hoped she would experience another rush of bliss, but his own trajectory was unstoppable now, and the wave rose up and engulfed him in pleasure so sharp it took his breath away.
It crashed with a loud involuntary groan and rebounded through his body in eddying wavelets of ecstasy, leaving him eventually limp and dazed and so full of love for this tiny, beautiful woman beneath him that his throat clogged and his eyes misted.
Wordlessly, he kissed her gently, fiercely, and squeezed their linked hands. Her legs tightened around him, and he buried his face in her neck, fighting the wave of emotion that threatened to drown him.
Love. This is what love feels like.