Page 55 of An Earl's Christmas Seduction
Amelia gasped, a mixture of pain and pleasure now flooding her, overwhelming her. For a moment, she wanted to draw back, fearful of what was to come, but with a gentle ease, he brought her further into his embrace, pressing his lips to hers, his arms strong and reassuring.
Her body was tense, and she did not know what to do or how to do it, but now he drew back, his rhythm gentle at first, teaching her by his movements. Gradually, the pain of those first moments subsided, replaced by a pleasure such as she had never known before. It was overwhelming, and it was all she could do to lie back and allow him to guide her towards greater heights of ecstasy.
“Are you all right?” he whispered, his rhythm now growing more pronounced, and Amelia gasped, clutching at him, her own rhythm now growing stronger.
She realized she could control his movements with her own, pushing back, or pushing forward, finding the most pleasurable of position. And heightening the obvious pleasure he was experiencing, too.
“I am,” she gasped, unable to think of anything but the climax building inside her.
The heat was growing stronger in her loins, more intense, flooding her with the same power as before, but now with the promise of something more. His breathing was growing stronger, his eyes closed, and with a shuddering gasp he gave forth, flooding her with his seed and letting out a stifled cry.
Amelia, too, let out a cry, her whole body giving way to the ecstasy now flooding her, and together they fell back, their lips pressed together, still locked in the embrace of passion they had shared.
“Amelia. I can’t…” he stammered, but again she pressed her lips to his, not wanting their pleasure to end, even as now the heat subsided, the two of them breathless as they lay on the bed together.
“You don’t have to,” she said, still caught up in her desires, and hardly daring to believe what they had just shared.
This was the whispered pleasure of the marital bed, the consummation on the night of the vows. If her mother discovered what she had done, if anyone discovered what she had done, the result would be a scandal.
“You should put on a different dress. I don’t think we can summon Elsie to repair that one now,” Nicholas said, laughing as he rolled onto his back, gazing up at the canopy above the bed and Amelia rested her head on his chest.
“All in good time. It’s getting late. I don’t want to go back down now,” she said, even as she knew it was unavoidable.
He sat up and smiled at her, running his hand through her hair.
“I’d like nothing better than to stay here the whole night with you,” he said, and he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Amelia put her arms around him, wanting just the same as him. But she knew they could not do so. Elsie could appear at any moment, and the others, too, were waiting for them downstairs.
“I just wish… it was simpler… all of this,” she said, and he sighed.
“It will be. One day, it will be. But for now we’d better go back downstairs,” he said, and reluctantly they got up to dress themselves.
Amelia had no choice but to put on another dress, and it was Nicholas who laced her up, pulling the strings of her corset tight, and helping her adjust her skirts.
“Do I look respectable?” she asked, and he laughed.
“You look beautiful, Amelia. Come now, I’ll go first, then you follow a few moments later. Tell them your maid couldn’t fix the tear and helped you into the new dress. No one will suspect anything different,” he said, before kissing her again and putting his arms around her.
She rested her head on his chest, wanting only to remain in his company and forget the others. He was all she desired, and the thought of what they had done, of what they had shared, filled her with a longing to experience it again. She was falling in love with him, and nothing else mattered but what the two of them now shared.
“Then we should go,” Amelia said, taking a deep breath.
He nodded, taking her by the hand and leading her to the door. He opened it, glancing out into the corridor to ensure no one was there, and turning to her, he stole a final kiss, before hurrying off along the landing. Amelia watched him go, smiling to herself at the memory of what they had shared, her heart filled with longing for the same for him, and all that could be.
Chapter 17
“Couldn’t Elsie fix your dress?” Amelia’s mother asked, as she entered the drawing room a few moments later.
“Oh…no, it’ll take much longer than that. She was going to pin it, but it didn’t look right. It doesn’t matter, I’ve got plenty of other dresses,” Amelia replied, smiling at her mother, who nodded.
“Well, I think most people are going to bed now. I certainly am. We’ve all had enough of the viscount’s singing for one night. Are you all right, Amelia, you look flustered?” her mother said, and Amelia nodded.
“Oh, yes. I’m quite all right, really, I am. I’m just tired, too,” she said, and her mother nodded, leaning forward to kiss her goodnight.
“I’ll see you in the morning. What pleasant perfume you’re wearing, I don’t think I’ve smelled it on you before? Is it something new? It smells familiar, though,” she said, raising her eyebrows, and Amelia blushed, knowing it was Nicholas’ scent her mother could smell.
“Oh, it’s nothing, just something I brought with me from home. I don’t even remember the name,” she said, and her mother nodded.
