Chapter Ten
Jilly: Seriously, Jack. What's up with you? You've been AWOL for days.
JILLY WANTED TO PINCH herself.
Did the last eight hours really happen?
The private jet ride from San Antonio to Jackson Hole, where Guy knew a judge who was capable of officiating their marriage in a snap, and then the most surreal and magical experience of her entire life as his sleek black car had pulled up to this archway that read Welcome to Foxtown in elegant Old English script.
Beyond it laid what could only be described as the Regency lover’s ultimate fantasy come to life, with real flowers blooming everywhere in magnificent riots of color because it was summer in Wyoming and roses and peonies and delphiniums created a backdrop so breathtakingly beautiful it looked like something from a movie set.
There were also ladies in empire-waist gowns and gentlemen in breeches, all of them striding down lantern-lit roads while horse-drawn carriages rolled past. It was the Regency dream come to life, the park designed with such meticulously immersive detail that crossing its ornate gates felt like traveling back in time.
"Welcome to Foxtown, Your Grace, milady,” the palace guards had said as they bowed to Guy, and that was when she’d learned that her new husband was the Duke of Rockforge.
Like, seriously.
Of course Guy would be a duke.
The ceremony that should’ve felt rushed instead felt incredibly intimate, with rugged mountains as their solemn witnesses and a symphony of meadowlarks serenading them with nature’s own wedding song.
And when her handsome groom had drawn her close for their first kiss as husband and wife...
Oh, my love.
The memory had Jilly's toes curling hard under the warm water, bubbles swirling around her naked body. She had thought a little soak in the Jacuzzi would calm her nerves, but—
Too late.
Because her husband had already strolled in to join her, and the sight of him shirtless and wearing only a pair of low-slung cotton pajama pants that left absolutely nothing to her imagination—
Oh...my.
Guy couldn't remember seeing anything as sweet as his bride staring at him with her dazed green eyes and slightly parted lips, bare shoulders glistening just above the bubbles that covered all the parts of her that he was dying to see and touch and taste.
She looked like a nymph waiting to be ravished...
By him.
Jilly's breath caught as he joined her in the jacuzzi, the warm water lapping at his skin as he settled across from her, ice-blue eyes fixed on her face with an intensity that made her feel like the only woman in the world.
"Nervous, sweetheart?"
"You know I am...and you're enjoying it, aren't you?"
A flash of the most wicked smile.
"Immensely."
Jilly wanted to roll her eyes at this, but there was no chance of doing so, with Guy further distracting her as his mouth took hers in a soft but deep kiss.
Guy, oh Guy.
The kiss deepened, his tongue mating with hers, and heat started licking all over her skin when he sat down on the Jacuzzi's built-in lounge so he could draw her on his lap.
"Shall we play a little first?"
"I...I..."
Had no need to answer, Jilly realized helplessly a moment later, with Guy's fingers already finding the place where she needed him most, and... aaah!
The cries of his bride as she shattered in his arm were intoxicating, the speed of her release, and the responsiveness of her body to his touch devastating to his control, which was already hanging by a thread.
It was tempting, too damn tempting to just watch his Jillian lose herself in his touch, but because he wanted to lessen the pain of her deflowering as much as possible...
Jilly was still trembling in the aftershocks of her climax when she felt Guy lift her up so he could... oh!
A gasp escaped her as he guided himself to her entrance, the thick head of his erection brushing against her sensitive folds.
"Look at me, wife."
Oh, to hear Guy, her beloved, precious Guy, of all people call her that...
How in the world had this happened?
She could only lift her dazed eyes to his, unable to fathom that all of this was truly real, and that Guy, her Guy...
Aaaah!
Her husband...
Her Guy...
He...
He was now inside of her, claiming her innocence with one smooth thrust, the tearing pain of his possession absorbed by the waves of pleasure that still rocked her body.
I'm his now, Jilly thought dizzily, and always would be.
She belonged to her husband, and oh...
The fullness of him took her breath away. All of this was just so new, so overwhelming, but oh so impossibly right, their bodies becoming one flesh, his hardness against her softness, and all she could do was sob his name out—
"G-Guy!"
Because her husband (oh, would she ever get used to calling him this?) had started to move, and each thrust made her feel hotter and fuller and softer. It made her feel all the fluttery things there was to feel, made her feel that yes, oh yes, this...
This was worth waiting for all her life, and when she heard him suddenly growl against her throat—
"Mine."
His hands gripped her hips hard as he pounded into her with an irresistible mix of roughness and urgency.
"Tell me you're mine, wife," her husband gritted out, and of course, oh of course...
"Y-Yours," she whimpered.
Didn't he know she had been waiting for this day since forever?
"I'm y-yours."
Because this...
Oh, this...
This wasn't just a matter of chemistry or obsession or lust.
You were chosen for me, my love.
This was one of the things they were made for, and it was why...
"Guy!"
Her second orgasm was even more intense, and this time, she didn't even know how long it lasted. She was just this sobbing and shuddering mess, her body welcoming his pounding thrusts until he finally spilled himself inside her with a possessiveness that felt almost primitive in its intensity.
Oh, my love.
Guy.
My love.
She wished she had the courage to tell him of her feelings. Wished she had the courage to...ask what was happening?
Jilly's eyes flew open the moment she felt her husband turn her around in the water, his hand guiding hers until they were braced against the smooth edge of the jacuzzi.
"G-Guy?"
She could feel him positioning himself behind her, and surely...
Surely...
She tried to look at him over her shoulder, but her husband only chuckled as he made her look straight ahead.
"Relax, sweetheart."
Oh, she wanted to, she truly did, but how could she when he had set her body on fire by whispering the words straight into her ear?
"G-Guy, I n-need a minute."
Her heart pounded as his hands spanned her waist.
"I c-can't—"
"Ah, but I think you absolutely can."
Guy was already bending her over the edge as he spoke, the position making Jilly feel completely exposed and terrified and oh so shamelessly excited.
"One more time, sweetheart."
Jilly could only cry out as he slammed into her from behind.
"P-Please..."
Jilly wasn't sure at this point if she was begging her husband to stop or to never stop, with the way her body was welcoming his every thrust despite her exhaustion, and oh, the way he was taking her now...
This new angle had Jilly gasping with how fuller he made her feel, and there was nothing gentle at all about the way he was taking her, his every thrust so fiercely possessive it bordered on savage, and no, oh no...
Jilly could feel her senses spiraling as she came for the third time, came harder than ever, and she just...oh, she was losing it, she was just losing it completely...
Guy could only growl out his wife's name as he reached his own release, the sight of her losing her mind over his touch making his body shudder as he filled her to the brink.
She was the first woman he ever had unprotected sex with, and already he had come inside of her twice in their first night alone.
Why, dammit?
Why was she so different from everyone else?
He waited until her weight grew heavy against his before slowly pulling out, but this still had her making a small sound of sleepy protest, and a slight smile touched his lips.
By the time he had her settled between the sheets, her eyes had drifted closed, and Guy found himself watching his wife sleep as he found himself battling the kind of terror that had him struggling to breathe.
Jillian owned him...in a way that no woman had ever owned him before.
She mattered to him in a way no one else had.
And it was why...
Guy didn't think he had it in him to ask Jillian if it was the same for her.
Did he also own her completely?
Or was her body all she had to offer...because her heart belonged to someone else?