Page 45 of New Storm Rising
This was so different. So much more. There was no need for professions of love to someone who was already inextricably joined with you.
“My littleifrit!”
The whispered words in the moonlit room should have been almost inaudible—but in my ears, they rang as loud as a bell. Like a feather on velvet, Mr Ambrose’s hand travelled up my belly, towards where the other still rested above my heart. Then, with a rip and a flick of his finger, the scrap of cloth that separated us disappeared, leaving me bare. In every single sense of the word.
“Mine. Forever.” His lip whispered against my heart and…other things around there. Shivers of heat and cold rushed over my skin, and I squirmed beneath him.
“P-please. I…please, Mr Ambrose, Sir…”
“Shh…” The tip of his finger came to rest against my lips. “Patience.”
Patience?Hewas tellingmeto bepatient?
Where was his bossy attitude? Where was his need to have everything instantly now without delay?
It was…gone.
In its place was a sudden tenderness shining in his cold eyes. A tenderness I didn’t understand but found myself craving more of.
“W-what is happening?” My voice sounded like a shy song bird, trembling in the icy night. Nothing like it was supposed to sound like, dammit! I should be pissed about this! I should be. But…I couldn’t. “I’ve never felt like this…I…I…”
“I know.” The tenderness in his cold eyes was almost unbearable. “I know.”
His hands once again started roaming across my body. Every single touch was like a fiery brand on my skin, times ten thousand. What the bloody hell…? I’d been with him before! I should be prepared for this! But I bloody hell wasn’t! This was too much! This wasn’t nearly enough!
“This…” By now, my voice was nearly inaudible. “This is so different.”
Nearly inaudible.
But he heard every word.
He cocked his head. “Adequate different, or bad different?”
A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Could he possibly know how those few little words warmed my heart?
“Adequate. Definitely adequate.”
“Then…” Reaching for my thighs, he gently pulled them apart, moving closer. So close the heat of him nearly burned me. “How about I make it better?”
“Yes!”
And before I had time to say another word, he moved in.
That night, I decided that gentle was good. Very, very good. This honeymoon was definitely looking up.
***
“Bleeeargh!”
I really had to stop putting my foot in my mouth. Particularly right now, while it was busy with…other things.
“Bluurgh!”
“Take this bucket. The other is almost full.”
Turning back, I sent a glare at Mr Rikkard Ambrose, something that was considerably more difficult than you might think when he was completely, gloriously naked.
“This is the point where you are supposed to ask ‘Are you all right, Darling?’.”
