Page 101 of A Literary Liaison
“My love,” he murmured against her throat. “Do you know what you do to me? How you’ve changed everything I thought I knewabout desire, about love?”
His confession undid her completely. With a soft cry, she pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him with all the passion and love she’d been forced to hide. Edgar responded with equal fervor, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to taste and claim.
The marble table pressed against her back as Edgar’s body crowded closer, his arousal evident through the layers of their clothing. The hard proof of his desire sent answering heat spiraling through her core.
“What if I told you I’ve dreamed of holding you like this? What if I confessed that I’ve thought of nothing but being inside you?”
“Then do,” she whispered.
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With reverent care,he lifted her onto the smooth marble surface, his hands gentle despite the urgency of his need. The cold stone made her gasp, but Edgar’s mouth quickly claimed the sound.
“Are you certain?” he asked, pulling back to search her face in the moonlight. “Once we cross this threshold, you’ll be mine in every way that matters.”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” she replied, her hands working at his waistcoat buttons. “I want to belong to you completely.”
Edgar captured her hands, stilling their movement, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what was about to happen. “And I want to belong to you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “My heart, my body, my future—all of it yours.”
As clothing fell away and moonlight painted their skin silver, Edgar’s hands trembled with anticipation. Her wrapper pooled like moonbeams around her, revealing curves that took his breath away. The sight of her naked before him—trusting, willing, exquisite—sent blood rushing to his already aching cock.
“My beautiful bride,” he breathed, his voice rough with need as he positioned himself between her thighs. His member, thick and heavy with desire, pressed against her folds. A groan escaped his throat at the contact—so wet and silky. Soon she would be his wife in truth, but tonight, she would become his in the most primal way possible.
He traced the slopes of her breasts with reverent fingers, then bent over to take her nipple in his mouth. Elisha tilted her head back with a soft moan as he began to suck and nip at her peak. Soon, he couldn’t wait any longer. His cock ached to be buried inside her.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, his own breathing unsteady. “I want to see your eyes when I claim you.”
With exquisite care, Edgar began to enter her, his cockhead breaching her entrance. The sensation was overwhelming—her tight heat enveloping him inch by inch, her body yielding to his invasion with such sweet resistance that he nearly lost control immediately. She gasped at the unfamiliar intrusion, her nails digging into his arms, and Edgar stilled, every muscle in his body coiled with the effort of restraint.
“Breathe for me,” he rasped before he began to suck on her nipple while his body screamed for completion. The feel of her—so incredibly tight, so wet and warm around him—threatened to undo all of his control. “You’re so small, so perfect.”
His hands roamed her body as she adjusted, one cupping her breast while the other found that sensitive pearl nestled in her folds. When he began to stroke her there, she melted around him, her body opening like a flower accepting rain.
“That’s it,” he groaned as she gradually took more of him. “Christ, you feel incredible. Like silk and fire.” His voice broke on the words as sensation overwhelmed him. Every nerve ending felt alive, every touch magnified. The scent of lavender mixed with her arousal, the feel of her skin like satin beneath his hands, the sight of his cock disappearing into her body—it was almost too much to bear.
When she finally accepted him completely, Edgar thought he might die from the pleasure. She surrounded him like a velvet glove, her inner muscles fluttering around his length in ways that made him see stars.
“So deep,” she whispered, wonder in her voice, and Edgar felt his heart swell with possessive pride.
“Mine,” he breathed against her throat, beginning to move with slow, deliberate strokes. “Every inch of you belongs to me now.” The sensation of withdrawing and then sliding back into her welcoming heat was indescribable—like coming home and claiming heaven all at once.
As they found their rhythm together, Edgar lost himself in the symphony of sensations. The slick friction as he moved within her, the way her breath hitched with each thrust, the crescendo of her soft moans that went straight to his bollocks. Her hands roamed his back, her nails leaving crescents in his skin.
“My duchess,” he rasped, his pace increasing as she began to move with him. “My heart, my everything.” Each endearment was punctuated by a thrust that had her crying out beneath him.
Edgar wrapped his arms around her back and bottom to protect her from the hard surface, absorbing the cold, but he barely noticed anything beyond the exquisite torture of her body accepting his. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him even deeper, he nearly came undone.
“Please,” she gasped, and Edgar could feel her body tightening around him, her release building. “Edgar, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he growled, his hand finding her pearl again. “Come for me, my love. Let me feel you around me.”
When she shattered beneath him, her body convulsing around his cock in waves of pleasure, Edgar’s vision went white. The sensation of her climax gripping him, milking him, pushed him over the edge with devastating force. With a groan that seemed torn from his very soul,he followed her into bliss, his seed spilling hot and deep inside her as her name fell from his lips.
The aftershocks seemed to go on forever, their bodies locked together in the most intimate of embraces. Edgar felt fundamentally changed, marked by this woman who had given herself to him so completely. She was his now—branded by his touch, claimed by his body, bound to him in ways that went far beyond any legal ceremony.
Afterward, as they lay entwined on the marble surface with his coat draped over them, Edgar felt fundamentally changed. And he couldn’t remember when he’d ever been this happy.
“No regrets?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.
