Page 97 of Tempted By the English Marquis
With one long suck, she drew back, then released him. Resting on her haunches, Serafina glanced up at her husband. “I can finish this now if you like.” The salty taste of his essence sat on her tongue, and she was hungry for more.
Gideon offered her his hand and drew Serafina to her feet. “That was amazing. And yes, I would very much like for you to complete me that way, but this is our wedding night, and I want to take you properly. Naked. Willingly.”
He reached for her cloak and slipped it over Serafina’s head. The laces of her gown were no match for his dexterous fingers. As each layer of her clothing found its way to the floor, Gideon peppered the newly exposed flesh with tiny butterfly kisses. She shivered at his touch.
“So beautiful. I still can’t quite believe that you are all mine,” he said in a voice filled with gratitude.
“You are all I have ever wanted, Gideon. Husband.”
The last layer of cotton lay between her and his gaze. Heat flushed her body. It was silly really, considering what he had seen her wearing the previous night, but there was something different about the thought of being naked in front of Gideon.
His hand brushed over her breast, and her nipple peaked. “I’m almost afraid to remove your shift because there will only be the one first time that I get to see you as you are.”
She wanted this moment to be perfect. For both of them. “Can I help with your clothes? Maybe if we both strip to nothing at the same time it will be even more magical. I want to see you, Gideon.”
Gideon shrugged out of his coat and jacket. They were still too big for him. “Hopefully I will live long enough to pick up my new suits and shirts. The ones my wife chose for me.”
Serafina worked to loosen Gideon’s cravat, then slowly pulled it away from his neck. She tossed it onto the floor, then gave him a proud, happy smile. “You will look marvelous in them. Everyone in London will be demanding to know the address of your tailor.”
He gave her a hurried kiss, then stripped off his shirt and boots. Serafina didn’t get the chance to remove Gideon’s trousers—they simply fell from his hips and onto the floor. Stepping out of them, he kicked them out of the way.
“I am going to have to fatten you up, Lord Holwell. I shall insist that you eat a big bowl of fresh pasta every day before we leave.”
All those weeks at sea would give them plenty of time to work off any extra pounds her new husband might gain before they set sail for their new life.
His rigid manhood proudly greeted her once more. She was tempted to take him in hand, but Gideon playfully swiped her fingers away. “Let me touch you. But first, I want to see you. All of you.”
They had made love the previous night, but this was the first time she would be fully naked before her husband. Her fingers grasped the folds of her shift and Serafina slowly lifted it over her head.
A gasp escaped Gideon’s lips. His gaze roamed over her body, and he whispered, “You are so beautiful, wife. I will never forget this moment.”
His words sparked desire in her blood. Sparked an aching need for his hands to be on her body. To explore. To touch, to take what was now his. What she freely gave.
“Take me to bed, husband. Make love to me.”
Gideon lifted Serafina, and carried her over to the generously sized bed, where he set her down. She reclined on the burgundy coverlet, offering him her lips when he lay beside her.
A finger traced over her breast and down her stomach. Reaching the thatch of hair which sat at the opening of her sex, he paused. “Have I told you how fortunate I am to have a wife like you? And if not, I promise to tell you, every day for the rest of our lives.”
Serafina’s eyes filled with tears. “I love you, Gideon.”
His lips followed the path of his finger, stopping when they reached the tight peak of her nipple. He drew it gently into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth. The tender suckle was exquisite and sent heat pooling between her legs. Her sex throbbed as he nipped the bud playfully with his teeth. It was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough.
“I want you to do what you did last night. Touch me. Stroke me,” she begged.
With her nipple still held in his mouth, Gideon rose up on his elbow. He stroked his thumb around her sensitive nib and Serafina’s hips bucked. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. He did it again, then slipped a finger into her slick heat and began to stroke. Long, deep caresses which had her gripping his shoulder while she fought for air.
Her breast popped out of his mouth, and he whispered, “You are so wet. Tell me when you want me to make love to you.”
“Now. I want all of you. Deep and hard. Please, Gideon.” She stared up into his warm blue eyes as he settled over her and slowly pushed his way in. His thumb continued to work its magic over her tortured peak, and Serafina let out a moan.
The only sounds that could be heard in the room for the longest time after that were Serafina’s soft cries of pleasure and the gentle squeak of the bed.
ChapterFifty-Five
After a few hours of sleep, Gideon and Serafina woke to the cries of the street market vendors in the Piazza della Rotonda outside the hotel. Serafina slipped out of bed, dragging her tousle-haired, and beautifully naked husband with her over to the window.
The daylight revealed the Pantheon just across the square from them. Putting a hand to the glass, Serafina sighed. “You could almost reach out and touch it.”
