Chapter 34 #2
Now, he knew he’d never be able to get the sight of passion and need on his wife’s face out of his mind.
His lips crashed down on hers, his body sliding between her thighs. Her skirt was already up around her hips. One arm around her body to hold her against him, his other hand fumbled between them, undoing the front of his trousers—or at least, attempting to when most of his focus was on her lips.
How she tasted.
How she molded to him.
How her tongue met his in a dance of pure need.
He did not just kiss her—he claimed her.
And when he finally managed to free his cock and pull her to the edge of the desk so he could plunge inside her, he reveled in the sensation of both his cock and his tongue ravishing her senses.
Kissing her breathless as he began to move, hard and fast, his hands holding her at the edge of the desk, her hands wrapped around his neck as she kissed him back with all the passion a man could hope for.
He wanted to devour her.
Leaning forward, he felt one of her hands slip away, going behind her to help keep her in position as he thrust, sliding his cock deep inside her before retreating.
Her lips slipped away from his as their movements became more frenetic, more impassioned.
“Oh… oh God…” Her soft, high voice caressed his ears. But that was not what he wanted her to say.
“My name. Say my name.”
Her pussy clenched around him, drenching him with her arousal, and he thrust hard into the soft, wet haven.
“Hereford!”
Nathanial growled against her throat, nipping at the soft skin there.
“My name, Kalina.”
The way her muscles tightened around him was a spasm, a convulsion of ecstasy.
“Nathanial! Oh God… Nathanial!” She cried out his name, louder each time, as he moved harder and faster, his name on her lips sending him into an animalistic frenzy of need. He could not get deep enough inside her, could not be close enough to her to satisfy himself.
Falling back into his chair, he took her with him, her legs straddling him, and she moved against his body, rubbing herself against him as her own ecstasy spiraled.
For the first time, he was able to watch as she threw her head back in pure feminine bliss, crying out his name as she peaked, clenching around his cock as his own need came to its inevitable climax.
Sliding one hand up to the back of her neck, he pulled her forward, claiming her mouth again as his hips lifted slightly, devouring her cries of passion as his cock spurted inside her.
The clenching of her muscles milked his length, pulled spurt after spurt of seed from him, leaving him utterly wrung out and panting, her lips soft and hovering just above his.
He'd kissed his wife.
And now that he’d started, he did not ever want to stop.
Kalina lifted her head. Stared at him, as if she did not know what to do now.
Neither did he.
He was still inside her. It felt as though the wall between them had come tumbling down. But what did they do without it?
How did they act?
What did he say?
A knock at the door made both of them jump, especially as the door rattled a moment later.
“Nathanial? Why is your door locked? Is Kalina in there? Is she well? I thought I heard something.” Fiona’s questions came rapidly and had a similar effect on both him and his wife.
She jumped to her feet, hands immediately going to her hair as her skirts fell into place—rumpled and wrinkled, but thankfully, Fiona would hardly know what it meant.
The loss of her warmth against him, around him, was deeply felt, despite how he jumped to his feet as well, righting his own clothing and securing his trousers back in place.
“Give us a moment, Fiona.” His wife’s voice was higher than usual, the look in her eyes wild and horrified. Yet when she looked at him, met his gaze, the horror faded and was replaced by something softer.
Something hopeful.
“Go,” he said softly with a nod. Stepping forward, he brushed a lock of her hair back into place. Thanks to the positions they’d been in, other than her skirt, she was remarkably tidy. “She’ll want your attention before I take you away for the day.”
Kalina nodded.
They were standing very close together. His hand was still on her hair.
Nathanial lowered his lips to hers.
This kiss was different. Passion had been sated. Desire banked.
That was not what this kiss was about.
It was softer. Sweeter. Her lips clung to his, her hands coming to rest gently on his chest.
“Kalina! I want to show you what I did with Miss Temple this morning!” The door rattled again. From a distance, they heard the muffled sound of Miss Temple calling Fiona’s name, and the governess was clearly coming closer. “Nathanial, stop hogging Kalina!”
His wife’s laughter pulled her away from him.
“I think I need to go and have a word with Fiona about listening to her governess,” she whispered.
Nathanial let his hands fall reluctantly away from her hips, where they’d come to settle. Although he could intervene as well, he did not want to step on his wife’s toes, and overseeing Fiona’s governess ran under her purview.
The spanking had achieved exactly what he’d needed, he realized as he watched his wife go. It had broken through the barrier he’d erected, and for the first time since marrying her, he no longer felt the lingering resentment overshadowing every interaction.
He was free of it.
He watched Kalina open the door to his study, laughing as his youngest sister threw herself into her arms, immediately babbling about her morning, with an exasperated Miss Temple standing beside her.
Warmth filled him at the sight, and he realized far more than his physical needs felt satisfied.
The freedom from that resentment, from the barricade he’d put between them, meant that for the first time since their wedding, he felt as though he saw everything clearly.
He was hit with the sudden realization that he’d accidentally gone and fallen in love with his wife.
Bloody hell.