Page 54 of The Heir's Fortune
He allowed her to do so, the only sign of his growing impatience the tick in his cheek from where he held his jaw tightly together. Finally, he sprang free of his breeches, and Madeline swallowed hard.
For she suddenly realized just how large he was – and that he was supposed to fit inside her.
“Gideon,” she said nervously, “are you sure this is going to work?”
“Very sure,” he said. “I promise you that I will make certain it will go smoothly.”
He kissed her again, holding her hair back away from her face as his other hand drew a path down her body, stopping at her ankle and beginning to inch up again, only this time beneath her chemise instead of above it. She shivered and he paused, leaning back from her but keeping his hand where it was before he swept a blanket over the two of them.
“Better?” he murmured, and she nodded as his hand reached her hip, splaying across it while his thumb hit her centre, andshe nearly jumped off the sofa, even as she remembered all he had done with that expert hand before.
He massaged her, relieving her of many of her worries as she relaxed into him, his thumb circling, his fingers beginning to stroke. The desire that had been so present before began to return, until she found herself rocking into his hand, desperate for more.
“Now, Gideon, please,” she murmured, not wanting to feel her pleasure entirely with his hand, but along with him.
He nodded, moving slightly as his cock pressed against her entrance. He guided himself with one hand, the other sliding up to play with one of her nipples. She gasped at the sensation of the two different areas of her body, as he stroked, kneaded, and tweaked her breasts until her nipples were peaked, sending sensations down to the centre where he was slowly easing into her.
There was a brief moment of pain, highlighted by her uncertainty, but as soon as her worry began to overwhelm her, he slid out, then in again a fair distance farther. He continued to rock back and forth, entering her so slowly that she didn’t notice how far he was until he was fully seated within her.
A drop of sweat laced his brow, and she reached up, whisking it away as he held still, allowing her to grow used to him.
“That’s it,” he said, leaning in and raining kisses over her cheeks. “Relax for me.”
She took a breath, realizing how much easier it was when she did as he said. She showed him that she wanted more by arching into him, yearning for him to take her higher, and he began to rock in and out once more, this time providing her with friction as his pelvis hit hers in exactly the right place.
“Yes,” she said, as he became the one in charge now, the confident one willing to show her all that was and all that could be between the two of them. “Make me yours, Gideon.”
“You already are,” he said hoarsely, “and you always will be.”
He continued to thrust into her, his words causing her to move even closer to the edge that was awaiting her. When he reached down and began to knead his thumb over the sensitive swell between her legs, she began to lose her sight as the world turned black, leaving her as blind as he had been with the cravat over his eyes.
“Gideon!” she cried out as she began to tremble around him, and with a cry he let go of all the reserve that had been holding him back as his movements became more rapid, more hurried, until he let out a cry that was near animalistic as he found his own release, holding her close against him as he gave her all of him.
They stayed locked together as Madeline came back to herself, blinking as she realized that the darkness had been caused by squeezing her eyes shut to the point that she had lost herself in the moment – in Gideon.
“Did that really just happen?” she whispered, and he stroked her hair, leaning back to look into her eyes, the dim light casting shadows of the two of them locked in their embrace on the wall behind him.
“Do you regret it?” he asked.
“Never,” she said fiercely. “No matter what happens, that was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Then let’s do it again, as much as we’d like, for all the years that we might have,” he said. “Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?”
A small, nearly imperceptible whisper at the back of her head questioned if this was enough, his offer only when he felt that he no longer needed what another woman could give, but she immediately silenced it. He was only being the responsible lord he must be. It was not as though he had ever wanted another. She had been the woman that he had yearned for, that he hadshown his affection for even if he hadn’t been able to offer for her.
“Of course,” she said, leaning in and kissing him chastely compared to their previous kisses. “I would want nothing more.”
It was at that moment a loud banging on the door had them both jumping.
“Come out, you two!” Devon called. “We found another bottle of brandy.”
Gideon and Madeline stared at one another in shock for a moment, before she couldn’t help it. She started to laugh and he soon followed, as they knew their friends held no judgement but would certainly not hold back from merciless jesting.
Gideon took the blanket and began to clean Madeline up with it before he cast it in the corner and then leaned down and found her stays and gown. He helped her into both, somehow his redressing and retying more intimate than the act of removing them had been.
“Well,” he said, holding out a hand after he had set himself to rights, “are you ready to return?”
“With you,” she said with a smile before she clasped his outstretched hand, “always.”
