Chapter 24
Chapter
Twenty-Four
The carriage rocked to a halt, and William pulled back, glancing outside to see that they were before their home. He turned and settled her skirts about her legs and clasped her hand.
The door to the carriage opened, and he climbed down, helping her alight before starting indoors.
He glanced back at her. Her cheeks were red, her hair askew, and desire snaked over his skin, his pulse thumping through his body for what was to come. A lifetime of leading her into their home. Of calling her his.
His wife…
The door to the house opened, and a footman waited for them to enter. Without words, he led her upstairs, wanting her to see the room he’d decorated especially for her in the colors Rosalind mentioned would be best suited.
She followed, her hand warm in his, before they came to the first-floor landing. He swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall.
“Whatever are you doing?” She laughed, the vision of her happy, smiling face lit up a part of him he didn’t know needed reviving.
“Taking you to your room.”
She grinned and wrapped her arms about his neck. “You have a room prepared for me?”
“Of course. You’re to be my wife, if you’ll still have me?”
She studied him a moment before she nodded. “Of course, I will still have you.”
He lowered her to her feet, but didn’t let go of her; instead, he pulled her close and kissed her. Took her mouth in a kiss that encompassed all that he would promise her forever and a day.
She moaned, her fingers spiking into his hair, fisting his locks and sending a bolt of desire to his cock.
“Do you want to see your room?” he asked, reluctantly pulling back.
“Yes.” She bit her lip, and he fought to control his desire. She drove him to distraction, had so for weeks, and now she was here. In their home, alone, and no matter the scandal, no matter how much he knew he ought not, or what he’d promised not to do earlier in the night, he would have her.
Tonight.
Make her his in a way that no one could ever take her from him.
He reached for the door and pushed it open. She walked in before him, her mouth slipping into what he hoped was a pleased smile at the light greens and rich purples that now encompassed the room.
“It’s beautiful, and my favorite colors. How did you know?” She turned to him, a question in her eyes.
“The duchess mentioned one day at a ball in passing, and I took note.” He remembered everything about her and was determined to make her life happy. Just the two of them. A family.
“I love it, thank you.” She went to him, and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her anew.
She didn’t attempt to stop the firestorm that roared between them.
He kicked the door closed and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed.
He set her down, and she kneeled on the bedding, watching him, her eyes wide, as he ripped off his cravat, fought with the buttons on his waistcoat, then hauled his shirt from his breeches and tossed everything to the floor.
She reached out and clasped the hem of his breeches and tugged him closer. He laughed, his cock aching for her touch, his blood loud in his ears.
“Are you a minx, Lady Clementine?” he teased.
She grinned and worked the buttons on his falls. “Well, if I am, it’s because you make me so.”
She met his eyes, and he read the desire there, the need, the question of what to do next.
He took pity on her and kicked his breeches free before turning her about on the bed and working the small, delicate clips on her dress. One by one, they gave way, her undergarments revealed themselves, and if he thought he was hard before, he was solid as a rock now.
He untied her stays, threw them somewhere behind him, before reaching for her shift and sliding it slowly from her person. Taking the opportunity to feel her body as he teased the garment over her head.
She turned, still kneeling on the bed, and looked at him. He devoured the sight of her full breasts, small waist, and flaring hips. And her cunny, which he would devour with pleasure before the night was over.
Clementine reached up and pushed a lock of hair over her shoulder, and he leaned in, kissing her there. She shivered under his touch, and he breathed in deep the sweet scent of roses.
“William, I’ve never….that is to say I do not know what…”
“I’ll show you, darling.”
She lay down, her wide, bright eyes watching him as he joined her. He clasped her thigh and squeezed her flesh. “Wrap your legs around my hips.”
She did as he asked, and he reached between them, rolling his fingers over her weeping heat. A moan escaped. His? Hers? He couldn’t be sure, but blast it all to Hades, she felt good.
He rolled his fingers over her engorged nubbin and watched, fascinated, as pleasure crossed her features, her mouth gasping for breath, her eyes widening with need.
“You like that, my Emmie?”
She nodded, undulating her hips against his hand. “I do.”
Her words almost had the power to make him spend. He clasped his cock and positioned himself at her core. “This will hurt for a moment. I’m sorry.”
She met his eyes, fear clouding them. “I trust you.”
Her words would have crumbled him to his knees had he been standing. He pressed into her, felt the resistance, and thrust all the way in, making her his. They were one now, locked together, promised to one another forever.
“William,” she moaned, her legs slipping higher on his waist.
He held still a moment, allowed her to grow used to his size, the foreign force of them being this way.
She opened her eyes, such a piercing blue that reminded him of the deepest oceans, and clasped his face. “I need you to move. I want you, William. So much.”
His balls ached, and he pulled out, thrusting into her with a force that left him reeling.
She moaned, tipped her head back, and he kissed her, deep and long.
Relished the feel of her tight, wet heat clutching his cock.
He dove into her relentlessly, pushed her toward release, wanting to hear his name on her lips as she came.
Her hands slid down his back, her nails scoring his flesh. It was too much, and he lost control. He came.
Hard.
He’d never in his life spent before the woman had found pleasure, and he stilled, unable to fathom what she’d done to him, how much power she now wielded over his life, his body.
Of every aspect of his soul.
“William, you make me feel so good.”
He pulled free, and with one last kiss on her lips, he moved his way down her body. Taking his time on her breasts, sucking one nipple, then the other, twisting his tongue about the beaded peak, teasing her with his teeth before moving down her stomach. She was so soft, beautiful, and his.
He clasped the underside of her thighs and lifted them to sit on his shoulders.
“William, I cannot possibly…” He glanced up and met her startled eyes, grinned at her pinkened cheeks.
“Oh yes, you can, darling, and you will.” He dipped his mouth onto her cunny and licked along her folds. Suckled the little nubbin that all but begged to be teased. She squirmed beneath him, and he flicked her with his tongue, teasing her, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure he could.
She murmured his name, words he could not make out. He could taste himself on her. Her own juices his to relish. Damn, she drove him to distraction. It would be a surprise if they ever ventured out of their rooms ever again.
He suckled her sex, refused to relinquish her button until she shattered.
“Oh yes, William.” She undulated on his mouth, rode him in a way he knew she wasn’t even aware. Gratification ran through him at her release. His name on her lips, a chant he would never tire of.
He relished her flesh until the last of her tremors subsided and she lay spent and satisfied. William came up to lie beside her, pulling her into the crook of his arm. “I love you so much,” he said again, kissing her temple.
She snuggled next to him, her leg lying lazily over his, her arm across his stomach. “I love you too.” She looked up and met his eyes. “Promise me that we’ll always choose each other. Never allow anyone else to come between us.”
He nodded, knowing that of all the promises, it would be the easiest to keep. “I promise. I shall never let you down again. Never.”
And he would not.