Chapter 37
“Wherein our hero and heroine discover the future is wonderful place.”
It took more than a few minutes before Sebastian could coax his wife to open her eyes again.
There was a satisfied smile lingering over her lips he couldn’t help but feel a little smug about, however, so he allowed her a few moments to recover.
He couldn’t help but think this a heroic, possibly even saintly gesture, as his own body was screaming for release and his lovely Georgiana temptation incarnate.
Stroking his fingers over the satin skin of her belly, he lingered at the soft curve of her breast and cupped his hand around the warm, inviting mound.
She gave a deep sigh of contentment and stretched, arching further into his hand with a luxurious gesture that made his body taut, and his own needs refused be ignored a moment longer.
Moving over her he pushed her legs open and settled himself between them, sliding his aching shaft over the slick, swollen skin he had so recently pleasured. She gasped, her eyes flying open as he smiled down at her.
“I hoped that might get your attention.”
Her eyes grew hazy again as he continued to slide against her, and he felt a possessive surge of desire as she let out a soft moan and raised her hips to meet him.
“Oh, love,” he whispered against her skin as he dropped his head to claim her mouth. She met him with her own, their tongues sliding together in rhythm with their bodies as Sebastian moved to enter her.
She was everywhere perfection, and he was beyond desperate to be inside of her. That she was here at all seemed at once too impossibly wonderful to be true and startlingly real.
That after so many obstacles had been set in their way, after he had made so very many idiotic decisions, that she should be here, his wife, seemed nothing short of miraculous.
He groaned as her tight heat encompassed him and he slid a little further into the decadent pleasure of her body.
Aware of her hands clutching at him, at the sudden tension in her body, he forced himself to still, though it took every ounce of self-control not to simply plunge into her and find the release he had longed for, for such an eternity.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his voice rough, hating that he had forgotten himself to the extent that he hadn’t asked her sooner.
To his surprise she gave a little laugh and shook her head. “No, no ...” she whispered. “It’s just so ...”
He moved, just a fraction deeper inside of her and she caught her breath, her eyes going wide as her head tipped back, exposing her throat to his searching lips.
Sebastian kissed every inch of skin he could reach as he moved deeper, in excruciatingly small increments designed to drive him out of his mind. Every muscle in his body was rigid, locked down with the need to keep control as he tried desperately not to hurt her.
But then he felt her hands slide down his back to the taut muscle of his buttocks and she pulled at him, raising her hips at the same time, encouraging him deeper.
Any lingering shred of self-control fled in the face of such wanton need and he sheathed himself inside her with one deep thrust.
She gave a startled cry of surprise but to his everlasting relief he felt her relax beneath him as he continued to move, her body meeting his as her breathing became faster and harsher.
He allowed his weight to fall upon her, gathering her body in his arms and abandoning any pretence that he had any control over this at all. He was lost, beyond anything but the pleasure to be found in the woman he loved, in the need to be with her, a part of her.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, the words full of surprise and wonder that anything could feel like this, so much more than he had ever expected.
The idea that he had almost lost this, that if the fates had conspired harder against him, she could even now be in Beau’s arms not his, made emotion claw at his heart.
“I love you,” he said, the words harsh and true as he thrust into her and pleasure stole any last reserve he may have had. “Oh, my sweet girl, I love you so.”
He heard the soft words of her reply, but they became lost in the raw cry of his climax. Shuddering as the force of his release tore through him, he believed nothing could be more perfect until he felt her clutching at him with desperate hands.
He moaned against her hot skin as her body tightened around him, sending him hurtling into the white light of rapture as her cries of elation took them both further than they had ever been.
They lay together, a tangled mesh of sated, sweaty skin and limbs as their breathing slowed and the languid stupor of satisfaction made their bones feel too heavy to move.
“Am I crushing you?” Sebastian asked, wondering if he could find enough energy to move away from the delicious pillow of her body.
“Yes,” she sighed, rubbing her face against his neck. “It’s quite wonderful.”
A chuckle rumbled through his body and she began to laugh too.
“Oh stop, that ... that tickles,” he said.
With a supreme effort he moved just a little, easing out of her body and regretting the little wince he saw tighten her eyes.
“I’ve hurt you?” he asked, looking down at her and feeling like a brute for not having taken more care.
“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide as she reached her hand up and touched his face, such love in her eyes that something close to pain bloomed in his chest at the wonder he felt.
He could never lose this.
“It was ...” She stopped, her mouth still open, but the words had apparently deserted her.
“It was?” he asked, feeling just a little anxious after all.
“I don’t have the words,” she said, laughing, a surprising amount of reticence in her eyes until she found what she wanted to say. “It was perfect.”
Sebastian let out a breath of relief and pressed his mouth to hers. “You are perfect,” he murmured, with absolute sincerity.
She gave a delightful gurgle of laughter that made happiness jolt through him.
“If you think that, your grace,” she said with mischief dancing in her eyes. “Then I can assure you, you’re in for the most shocking surprise of your life.”
He smiled at her, cupping her lovely face with his hands. “As long as I am the only one in your heart or your bed, I think I can handle it.”
“Oh, you say that now ...” she replied, the mischievous look growing brighter. “But just you wait until the Siren gets to Paris. Can you imagine what damage I can do to your ducal reputation in such a decadent place?”
He allowed her to push him onto his back as she climbed over him and sat astride his hips. He felt his body grow hard again at the closeness of her and put his hands to her waist.
“Oh, I think I know how to keep you in line, little minx,” he said, grinning and raising his hips to nudge his hardening body against her soft flesh.
She gave a little gasp of surprise and stroked one hand over his chest, her face growing suddenly serious.
“I don’t need anything or anyone but you. Just love me, Sebastian. That’s all you need do.”
“I have every intention of it, darling.”
She smiled at him, suddenly looking a little shy as she leaned down and kissed his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, nose and finally his mouth.
“I love you,” she breathed against his lips. “I’m so happy I don’t know whether to laugh or cry or ... quite what to do with myself.”
He chuckled at that and tumbled her onto her back as her body opened to welcome him with enthusiasm.
“Well, love, in that case it’s a good thing that your stuffy, top-lofty husband has a very definite idea.”
“Yes,” she murmured, laughing against his skin. “A very good thing indeed.”
The End