Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“Cedric, I can’t,” Deborah gasped.
Yet even as she said so, Deborah’s third release rose like a great wave and came crashing down hard on her body, sweeping through not just her veins and nerves but her mind.
Any fear, any worry of what their past was or what their future would bring- it all vanished as she was consumed by the greedy fire of need.
Cedric murmured words of praise as he lapped at the soaking evidence of her release, making her shiver with every flick of his tongue.
Unable to wait any longer, Deborah’s fisted hands released Cedric’s hair and smoothed her hands down his shoulders, only to tighten her nails there so she could drag him up.
He came willingly, his wicked grin shining with evidence of her pleasure as his manhood lined up with her slick entrance.
“One day,” he said, slowly drawing the back of his hand over his chin to wipe away her wetness, “One day I am going to tie you to my bed, and this is all we will do. I will make you explode in my mouth for hours until you are senseless.”
Deborah let out a gasp as his words drew a detailed picture in her mind. Could she survive such ecstasy?
His throbbing member between her legs quickly drew her back to the present, though, and she dug her nails deeper into his shoulder blades. Cedric let out a deep groan as she tugged him closer, and his grin quickly shifted as his black eyes grew hooded.
“Hold onto me, love,” he breathed, drawing his hips back until his tip aligned with her slick entrance, “And try to breathe.”
Before she could even fathom a reason to question his guidance, Cedric’s hips surged forward, and his thick shaft drove into her sheath.
Deborah’s breath punched out of her lungs as she felt the stinging pain of being stretched by his girth and length, but by the time she managed to exhale, such pain was already starting to subside.
“That’s it, sweetheart, breathe for me,” Cedric coaxed, drawing his hips back again.
White sparks erupted behind Deborah’s shut eyes as he sent another thrust of his hips, and she instantly became dizzy with the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain.
“Are you still with me, love?” Cedric rasped as he drew out again.
“Yes,” she gasped, drawing in quick breaths just as he commanded.
“Then open those eyes, Deborah. I need to see those beautiful eyes of yours as I make you mine and you make me yours.”
Deborah sighed softly at his words, and after struggling for a moment, her lashes lifted, and she found Cedric’s devastatingly handsome face peering intently down at hers.
“Oh, yes,” he groaned, slowly sliding back inside of her as pleasure sparked in his black pools, “There you are. My perfect wife. My fierce, perfect, beautiful wife.”
For the next several moments, Cedric took her slowly, reading her body for every twitch or spasm of pain until they died away and she relaxed beneath him. Then he leaned down and kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue and letting her suckle on it as his thrusts grew faster.
That pain in her womb diminished entirely, and in its place drew a coil of pleasure that seemed to tighten with every thrust of his hips and tongue.
Deborah broke the kiss when the coil felt as if it was going to break, and she arched her hips into him as she threw her head back in a silent scream.
For a moment, every muscle and tendon in her body grew rigid. Even her breath stilled.
Then the rush of pleasure came, sweeping through with such intensity that the darkness behind her closed eyelids turned into a burning white light, and her body exploded.
Tremors of ecstasy took over her, settling into every fiber of her being.
Through it all, she could make out Cedric’s words of praise, letting her know how very good she was for him as his thrusts grew faster and more possessive.
She barely had time to recover from the first explosion before another began to gather in her lower belly, and with no more pain to hold her back, she hooked her ankles behind Cedric’s sweat-slicked back, pulled him fully down on her, and let him take her fully.
“Thank you,” Deborah heard Cedric say politely as she hid behind the dressing partition in the corner of his room.
“Do you require anything else, Your Grace?” She heard the maid ask.
“The bathwater and tea are all I require,” Cedric replied. “However, when Her Grace’s sister awakens, would kindly let her know that Her Grace is still getting her rest, and that she is welcome to anything on the grounds until Her Grace can join her?”
Deborah pressed her lips together and smiled, blushing as she heard the maid murmur her agreement. She then waited until she heard the door close, and on still-trembling legs, she came around the dressing partition. She was quickly met by Cedric, who lifted her bridal-style into his arms.
“You did not have to hide, you know,” he said with a cheeky grin as he carried her to the bath. “Everyone in this house knows we are husband and wife.”
Deborah’s blush deepened as she looked down at the sheet she’d wrapped around her; the evidence of her virtue bright against the white fabric.
“I know,” she replied softly as he gently lowered her to her feet beside the steaming tub of hot water, “But not everyone knows how long we have waited to consummate.”
Cedric’s cheeky grin slipped a little, but he nodded in understanding. Then he slipped the sheet he’d tucked around his waist to the floor, revealing his perfectly chiseled body, before he held his hand out to her.
“Come my love,” he coaxed, taking a step into the deep tub, “Let us get you clean.”
Still blushing, Deborah took his hand and let him help her into the bath.
She was grateful for it, for after nearly three hours of lovemaking, her body was deliciously sore, and her steps were not as sure as they usually were.
Cedric sank into the tub first, pressing his back into the edge and spreading his legs until they brushed the sides so that she could nestle between them.
A sigh escaped Deborah’s lips as the warmth of the water surrounded her tired muscles, and with her back to him, she sank into Cedric’s chest and closed her eyes.
She hummed with happiness as she felt Cedric drop a kiss, one arm wrapped around her, and the other reaching for the sponge.
With soft, gentle strokes, Cedric began to wash her clean.
After their first bout of lovemaking, Cedric had cleansed away the evidence of her maidenhood with a cloth and water from the washstand, but now there was the sweat they had both garnered during their carnal frenzy to wash away.
As she was lulled by the way he took care of her, Deborah slowly opened her eyes and looked beyond.
Cedric had moved the empty tub to face his eastern windows.
He’d also pulled back the dark green curtains and opened the panes, letting the warm morning air sweep in and fill the room with the scent of flowers.
The sun, brilliant yellow, edged with light pink, was rising slowly up the horizon, over the treetops and roofs of the city beyond. beyond.
“Beautiful,” she whispered, admiring the view.
“Hmm. You certainly are,” Cedric murmured in response.
Deborah smiled, tickled by the way he complimented her.
She then sighed and settled further into his arms once he put the sponge back on the nearby table.
His fingertips stroked lazily up and down her torso, trailing just beneath her breasts and down to her pubic bone, then back again as they soaked in peaceful silence.
“Can we stay like this?” She murmured, intoxicated by the moment.
Cedric’s deep chuckle rumbled in her ear before he kissed the outer shell of it.
“As long as you wish,” he whispered back, “Though I do fear at some moment your sister or Adeline may grow worried and come looking for us.”
Still smiling, Deborah groaned at the thought as she half-turned and nuzzled her cheek into Cedric’s chest.
“That would be no good, would it?” She asked, and again, Cedric let out another throaty chuckle.
“Sadly not,” he replied, reaching up to stroke her hair, “But I promise you we can do this again whenever you would like. No matter the time of day or what is going on, I will always make time for you.”
Deborah snuggled deeper, touched by the sincerity of his words.
They stayed that way until the water grew cool, then Cedric lifted her from the bath.
Her feet only touched the floor for a moment as he wrapped a sheet around her, then he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
They giggled softly at one another as Cedric worked to dry her off, and then he helped her into one of his shirts.
It was loose and long, falling to her knees, but the white fabric was soft and smelled of him, and she loved it immediately.
“Come, love,” Cedric coaxed, laying her down in the clean sheets he’d changed himself, “Let us get some rest. You have two young ladies who are very much looking forward to spending time with you.”
“And you are done spending time with me?” She could not help but tease as he slid into the bed with her.
Cedric gave her a rueful grin before tugging her to his chest and kissing her until she was dizzy.
“Not even close,” he said after he ended the kiss, “But I can be a patient man. For you. And at least for a little while, I can step aside while you get reacquainted with your sister and niece.”
Warmth glowed from Deborah’s heart. Her niece. For Adeline was now just as much hers as she was Cedric’s. She would love her, care for her, and help her grow into the beautiful, strong young woman her mother always wanted her to be.
“Sleep now,” Cedric whispered as drowsiness took over her.
“Will you be here when I wake up?” She murmured, her eyes already closing.
“Always, love,” he promised, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Always.”