Page 79 of A Lady's Dangerous Secret
“This better be it,” James mumbled as he flung open the door of what she hoped would be the master’s chambers. They were met with a bedchamber decorated in dark green and gold,with an imposing canopy bed accented with fabric from the last century.
James slammed the door shut and lifted Charlotte once again. She let out an uncharacteristic squeal as James brought her to their marriage bed. He gently placed her on the counterpane. Charlotte’s hair was mussed, and her chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation while she lay waiting.
He peeled off his jacket and made quick work of his cravat and waistcoat. “I’m going to bed you properly, my wife.”
“I’m ready,” Charlotte responded breathily while she gazed at his muscular torso, peppered with dark hair.
“Come here, my marchioness.” James crooked his finger.
Charlotte sat up, and James crawled onto the bed toward her. He rotated her body and undid the buttons on her dress with nimble fingers. She heard him grunt in frustration as he moved down the column. “I could murder whoever decided to put this many buttons on a damn dress.”
Lottie chuckled in response to his exasperation. James did not find undressing her a laughing matter. Despite bringing her to release in the carriage, which was most ungentlemanly, he felt like he was still acting admirably, because he did not completely ravish her. After weeks of chastity during Lottie’s recovery and chaperoned visits, James determined he was an absolute saint when it came to keeping his hands off her. Now, all that stood between him and his delectable wife was a multitude of buttons and layers of fabric. He wanted to tear the dress away but knew his father had done everything in his power to give Lottie the perfect wedding gown.
James cursed under his breath when he finally reached the bottom and was presented with a new challenge. A petticoat and stays lay before him. He quickly removed the items of clothing with astounding dexterity. When he reached Lottie’s chemise, his patience was gone, and he tore the fabric off her body, leaving her in just garters and stockings. She turned around and sat on her knees with her bottom resting on the soles of her feet. A shy look crossed her face.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” James growled. Lottie should never feel embarrassed. She put every other woman to shame. Her chestnut hair fell out of its chignon while her face had a delightful glow. The freckles that he loved dotted her nose and shoulders. Her pert breasts stood proudly, while her trim waist widened into rounded hips. The dark thatch of curls between her legs teased him. He could not wait any longer. He had to claim the perfection that was his wife.
James eased her into a lying position before he hungrily kissed her. His tongue thrust into her mouth, as if he were a starved man. After a brief hesitation, Lottie met him thrust for thrust and their tongues intertwined. He kissed her neck, then moved his attention to her breasts and paid each one the reverence it deserved. Lottie threw back her head and moaned while she ran her hands through his hair as he sucked on each nipple.
It was not enough. He wanted more. “I need to taste you.”
Lottie’s breaths came out erratically. His arousal pulsated in his breeches. He spread her legs and dove between them. He lapped the juices from her folds that tasted of musk, salt, and something uniquely Charlotte. Lottie wriggled in response to his caresses, and she moaned his name. He grabbed those rounded hips and swirled his tongue to tease her pearl.
Lottie grabbed at the counterpane. “James!” He reached up with one hand and played with her nipple and continued hislingual ministrations. Suddenly, she came undone. He felt her body shake while she climaxed. His name came out of Lottie’s mouth, mixed with groans, while he licked her pearl so that she could have every last ounce of pleasure.
James used all the self-control he could muster to not spill in his breeches. His member pulsated with need. Eventually, her body quieted, leaving Lottie panting with her eyes closed. He lifted himself up and licked his lips to savor the taste of his wife.
Lottie’s eyelids fluttered, and she opened them sleepily. “Oh, James.”
He kissed her forehead. “Rest a moment.” She closed her eyes again, and her breathing slowed, appearing satiated.
James took this opportunity to ready himself. He hopped off the bed and discarded the remainder of his clothing. Once he was completely nude, he crawled back onto the bed and kissed her gently on her forehead, then cheeks, then mouth.
He leaned back and hid none of himself. Lottie’s eyelids opened, and two blue eyes stared back at him. She quirked up the side of her mouth and perused his naked form. Her gaze stopped at his throbbing member, and her tongue darted out over her lips.
“If I wait any longer, I’m going to explode.”
“I’m always ready for you.” She motioned for him to come closer. Lottie wrapped her good arm around his neck and pulled James down. He kissed her and positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, coating it in her juices.
“You’re still wet for me.”
Lottie let out a sigh. “Always.”
James entered her to the hilt.
“Your cunny is so tight.”
“Give me more, James,” Lottie moaned.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle.”
Lottie raised her eyebrows and locked eyes with him. “Who said anything about being gentle?”
“God, I love you,” James said. He withdrew slightly then began to thrust in and out of her perfect cunny. Lottie learned his rhythm and matched with the rocking of her hips. He drove deeper and deeper as pleasure built up further inside him. Lottie’s breathing quickened as she begged him for more. He felt her body hum with tension again. She was so close to her peak, and he wanted to get her there before he could let himself go.
Lottie screamed his name, and he felt her body pulsate. Her cunny tightened around his cock and provided the pressure that took him over the edge. James let out a yell and spilled his seed into her womb. The most exquisite pleasure washed over him. He collapsed next to Lottie and pulled her close so that she lay on top of him. He held her tightly to his body, waiting for their breathing to slow.
She lifted her head from his chest and looked down at him. “I love you, Captain.”
