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“Would you be repulsed if I had killed a bunch of nuns?” He asked.
Her eyes flickered, sensing that this conversation would be the turning point in their relationship. If she could see him for the beast he was, would she still want to be with him?
“Yes,” she replied with only the smallest hesitation.
“You would see me for the beast I am?”
“You are not the monster you think you are. But if you are, then I am worse. Because I want you in every way possible. More than is reasonable for any wife to want her husband.”
He found that hard to believe, but he kissed her anyway.
CHAPTER 24
Theresa knew that they would never be able to avoid consummating their marriage for long. Each time he touched her, she felt her skin light up with sensations that had been dormant all her life. Not only did she want the pleasure he gave her, but she wanted to return the favor.
Could she make him feel as good as he made her feel?
She shook the thought out of her mind and surrendered to the moment.
Aaron pushed on her shoulders until she plopped down on the settee. Then, he went down on his knees before her.
He kissed her breasts and did that thing with his tongue again, swirling it around each nipple. Theresa had no idea that her breasts could be so sensitive to touch, so sensitive to heat.
But the best moment was yet to come, as he trailed kisses down her belly and toward the apex of her thighs.
His tongue lapped at her. He was unable to share his feelings with her in words, but that did not mean that Theresa had no inkling of what his feelings were for her. Surely, a man could not express himself this way with a woman unless there were some underlying affection for her.
She let out a loud moan, not caring if anyone was standing outside the library, listening in.
“Aaron,” she panted. “Please, more.”
He pulled his mouth away from her to give her a devilish grin.
“What are you doing? Please, don’t stop,” she begged.
“I can’t have you finish like this,” Aaron said with a smirk.
He stopped touching her. She felt his absence immediately, cold air rushing in to fill the empty spaces. She gravitated toward the fire, its warmth and its light.
“Turn around, wife,” he instructed.
She dared not disobey him now.
Theresa turned on the settee so that her back was facing him, but she did not know what to expect. This was like the first time he touched her all over again. She shivered with the anticipation of what was to come.
A brief silence fell between them, and she wondered what he was doing behind her. Then, she felt him take a step closer, and his manhood pressed against her sex.
“Are you ready to truly be my wife?” His voice came out as a growl.
Theresa arched her back in response, offering herself up to him.
“Aaron, please,” she moaned, not sure she could wait any longer.
She was nervous because no one had ever prepared her for this moment. No one had ever explained to her what happened in the marriage bed.
The sisters had told her that making babies started with kissing, something she found that she enjoyed immensely. They had never told her that her husband would slide his fingers inside her, that he would lick and kiss and suck on her most sensitive parts.
Perhaps they had left out something else.
