Epilogue #2
He grinned. His wanton wife never tired of watching him disrobe, claiming it was her right as his wife, just as undressing her was his as her husband.
He teased her by slowly unknotting his cravat and pulling it from his neck.
He then unbuttoned his waistcoat and removed it before gradually pulling up the hem of his shirt to reveal the hard muscles of his abdomen and chest before pulling it off entirely.
When his head was free of his shirt, he froze.
Alice had widened her legs and was stroking her sex, delving into her opening before drawing one finger up to circle her pearl.
She hummed, and his gaze shot up to hers.
Her hooded eyes held a mischievous twinkle.
His little minx knew precisely what seeing her pleasure herself did to him and was not above teasing him back.
He watched her for a moment before unbuttoning his fall.
He bent and pulled off his boots. When he stood to remove his trousers, he saw that Alice had come to her feet and was standing before him. "Allow me," she said.
She eased the fabric down his hips and went down on her knees to take his trousers off.
She looked up at him when she was finished with a wicked smile, and before he could move, she had her mouth on him.
Shortly after their wedding, he had taught her how to please him with her mouth.
She was an eager student and soon learned how to drive him to the brink of oblivion and further with her clever tongue.
She took him entirely into her mouth now and sucked, drawing a moan from him.
He shoved his fingers into her hair, scattering pins across the floor as she pulled back and swirled her tongue around his tip.
"God, Alice," he whispered. She moved up and down over his shaft, occasionally dragging her teeth over his length. He felt his release building and pulled himself out of her mouth. "Enough. I want more than your mouth."
She laughed as he pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. "So greedy," she teased, moved her lips to his ear, and bit down his lobe.
He snarled at her and shoved her back to the desk. He grabbed her waist and spun her around when she moved to hop back on it. "Bend over," he commanded. She did so happily.
Marco stepped up to her and pulled her legs apart as she pushed her pert bottom against him. She leaned over the desk, pressing her breasts against his leather blotter. Her hair fell around her in golden-red waves, and he grasped her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. "Ready?"
She hissed and pushed back again. He chuckled and thrust himself into her in one hard push.
Alice cried out his name, and all laughter died as her hot body gripped his shaft.
She looked like a goddess of sin like this.
His sinful goddess. He sometimes couldn't believe that something so exceptional could belong to him, but she did.
She belonged to him as he belonged to her.
And making her scream his name in pleasure was one of his favorite ways of showing her that.
He began to move in and out of her unhurriedly, relishing how she writhed beneath him, begging him to go harder and faster. He tortured her with slow thrusts until she cursed him, then he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and she arched back.
"Yes," she moaned. She loved it when he dominated her and urged him on. Marco pounded into her, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair.
Alice raised herself onto her elbows and pushed back against Marco as he pumped into her with punishing thrusts.
The new angle hit the sweetest spot inside her.
Her frantic cries went straight to his shaft, spurring him on.
He released her hair and reached around to stroke her pearl as he pounded into her frenetically.
"Yes, Marco. Oh god, yes!"
The sound of her release never failed to undo him. He allowed his body to follow her over the edge of pleasure. Their cries mingled to create a musical background to their joining as they climaxed together.
Alice fell onto the desk, unable to hold herself up any longer, and rested her cheek on the cold leather. Marco leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back. Their ragged breathing was the only sound in the room.
"Did I hurt you, my love?" Marco asked. He was still inside her when he pressed a loving kiss to her shoulder blade. Both of their bodies were misted with sweat from their passionate joining. His legs felt weak after the exertion, and he worried he had been too rough.
"Never," she declared, pushing back against him. He stood and pulled out of her. They both sighed and lamented the loss of contact.
Alice stood up and moved into his arms, snuggling close to him, and listening to his heartbeat as it returned to normal.
He brushed his fingers through her curls and kissed her head before moving back and gathering their discarded clothing.
Her dress was horribly wrinkled, and he knew she would never be able to restore her hair properly without a maid's help.
He smiled inwardly when he realized anyone who saw her when they went back outside would know exactly what they had been up to.
He didn't mind one bit. He wanted every man who looked at her to know that she was his.
And the satisfied smile she gave him told him she did not mind either.
After he was dressed, he assisted her with her clothing. "Thank you for the happy memory," he whispered as she turned her back to him and he began buttoning her gown.
"It will be a lovely memory indeed, but that was not what I had in mind when I suggested we make a new one here," Alice replied.
"It was not?" he questioned. He finished with her gown, and she turned around. He circled his arms around her waist, and she placed her hands on his chest.
"No, I had something to tell you."
"What is it?" he asked, unsure why her voice had softened.
She looked up at him then, and a beaming smile the likes of which he had not seen since their wedding day lit up her face before she said, "I am with child."