Page 115 of The Fighter who Needed Me
Brooks
Northumberland, England June, 1813
Persephone walked around their room as if in a daze and she had a grin on her face that made him grin as well.
Brooks was elated for Rhia and Aidan. They deserved all the happiness in the world and to have a healthy child? It was everything.
Persephone walked up to him, “I cannot wait for that to be us. For our child to be here in our arms.”
He leaned down and kissed her, pulling her into his arms, “I know. I cannot wait either. I want to see your stomach round like that. To know that I planted my seed deep inside you and that it made someone for us to love.”
Persephone’s eyes went soft and she cupped his face, “I love you. Thank you for bringing me back to you.”
He closed his eyes and savored her touch, “I will always come for you. Never doubt that.”
She pulled out of his arms and turned around, “Will you help me undress?”
He swallowed hard and nodded, “Of course love.”
He untied her dress and pushed it carefully off her shoulders. Being careful of the fresh wound she had there.
He kissed the edge of her shoulder and then pushed her dress off her hips and picked her up carefully, leaving her dress on the floor.
Then he knelt in front of her and took off her shoes and then rolled her stockings down her legs.
Then he stood again and untied the strings of her corset.
He knew she didn’t love wearing them and as he took it off, said, “Love, if you do not wish to wear these corsets any more, I doubt anyone would fault you.”
She smiled, “I believe you are right. I know you do not love it either.”
Brooks let out a laugh. “I certainly do not. I want easy access to my wife.”
She laughed again, and when he pushed the corset off her she took a deep breath and he pulled her chemise off with one tug as well then pushed the drawers she was wearing down her legs.
When she stood naked for him, he had to swallow down the desire he felt for her, knowing she was still healing.
He clenched his hands at his sides, and she turned around, and gave him a confused look.
When she saw his clenched fists, she raised one eyebrow.
“Why aren’t you touching me?”
He shook his head, “You are still healing.”
She put her hands on her hips, giving a slight wince, and he gave a slight step forward to help her and she stopped him with her glare.
He tried to focus on only her eyes, but with her hands on her hips, her breasts were raised higher and he felt his cock go to stone.
“You listen to me husband. I will tell you if I hurt in any way. Which I do not. I am fine. I am not made of glass. I want my husband to make love to me.”
He shook his head, “Persephone,”
She took a step forward and dropped her hands to her sides. “Do you not desire me anymore? Is that it?”
His jaw dropped open, “Are you quite serious?”
She raised her eyebrow again and he roughly pulled at the front falls of his breeches, making his cock jump free.
