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The contessa hadn’t said anything about having a man’s mouth on her. Gideon’s tongue touched the folds of Serafina’s sex, and she flopped back on the bed, letting out a gasp.
“Oh, Gideon,” she gushed.
He lifted her legs, parting them so that they rested on his shoulders on either side of his head. Serafina gripped the bedclothes. Whatever else her mother had said earlier that evening fled from her mind as supreme pleasure took over.
A skillful tongue flicked over her sensitive bud, and it was all she could do not to cry out. Not to beg for more. She lifted her hand and covered her mouth, muffling her groans.
He settled into a magnificent rhythm of thrusting deep into her sex with his tongue then following it with a long stroke which went all the way to the top. Serafina’s hips bucked off the bed. When he pushed his thumb inside her, she gasped and stilled.
“Hush, my love; it’s all good, just relax. You are almost ready for me,” he cooed.
His thumb stroked in and out of her, pushing Serafina ever higher. She recognized this path; it was the road to climax. She had been this way many times before but only by herself. Gideon’s hands and hot mouth blazed a whole new trail.
He finished one exquisite thrust and lick, and she knew she was right on the edge. Serafina’s back arched, and she sobbed. “Gideon.”
Two fingers thrust deep into her wet clasp sent her tipping over into a blinding orgasm. She was sure she could see stars.
She was still somewhere out far beyond the universe when Gideon climbed over her and pushed his hardened cock into her throbbing sex. There was a small sting, and she suddenly felt full, but then the last of her mother’s words came back to her. This was meant to be happening. Gideon had taken her virginity, and now he was making certain to ruin her.
She stared up at him as he lowered his lips to hers and captured her mouth. Clarity kicked back in, and she remembered another of the instructions. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around Gideon’s hips. With his hand gripping tightly to her right buttock, he thrust hard and deep into her sex.
Her body and mind exalted in the act of lovemaking. She had wanted Gideon from the first day they had met, and now they belonged to one another. “Yes. Make me yours,” she begged.
The bed made a pleasing creaking noise every time Gideon drew back and then speared his hardened cock into her. Serafina clung to him, urging him on. His thrusts grew shallower and more frantic, and then Gideon suddenly stilled. After a final flurry of powerful strokes, he collapsed over her.
Gideon lay with his face buried in the side of Serafina’s neck. He was panting, sucking in air. Sweat drenched his brow. Her own heart had slowed down, but she could still feel the vibrations of his as it thumped hard in his chest.
You are mine Gideon, from this day on.
Their lips met in another kiss, tender and sure. Gideon smiled at her as he brushed her hair back from her face.
“Consider yourself thoroughly ruined, Serafina de Luca. The sooner you become my wife, the better.”
Serafina couldn’t wait to marry Gideon. She made a silent vow that the next time they came together, they would be naked, and they would take all the time they wished.
ChapterForty-Eight
If only she could stay here all night.Gideon didn’t want to let her go, but it was too dangerous for Serafina to linger any longer in his bed. With great reluctance, he helped her to set the lace shift to rights and then put the dressing gown back on. Tying the ribbons together, he bent and kissed her. “If we are afforded time before we leave for England, I would very much like you to visit the shop where this piece of temptation came from. I have no idea if we can buy this sort of thing in London, but I am not prepared to take the risk.”
She grinned up at him. “I’m glad you liked it. When I saw it for the first time, I was taken a little aback. There isn’t much of it.”
That was the exact reason why Gideon found the lace slip so appealing. If the Venetian lace makers had intended that this whisper of a garment would drive a man to distraction, they had achieved their goal.
“I wish you could stay with me for the rest of the night. Our first time together shouldn’t have been like this. We should have been able to take our time.” Gideon wanted to snuggle up under the blankets and sleep with Serafina in his arms.
She offered him her lips once more. “It was perfect. You were everything I had ever hoped that a husband would be on my wedding night. Gentle and kind, and when the moment came, you knew how to make it wonderful.”
“I am not worthy of you.”
“Yes, you are, Gideon Kembal, now and forever. I love you.”
“I love you too. But we must get you back to your room. I need time to think about what I am going to say to your father.”
Serafina shook her head. “You should stay here; it will be easier if there is only one of us sneaking around the palace. More importantly, I know the guards’ routines, and I can avoid meeting them in the hallways.”
Gideon couldn’t fault her logic. Serafina knew her way through the galleries and rooms better than him. It would be safer for her to go on her own.
“I’m going to speak to Matteo in the morning. Hopefully he can find a suitable way for me to approach your father and get his approval for us to marry.”
