Page 68 of Long Live the Baron
Lily bit her lip, reaching out to graze her fingers across his broad chest and trace the musculature beneath the crisp, curling hair adorning his lean body. He reached up to grab her hand, his other coming to cup the back of her head. Leaning in for another kiss, he licked at her lips, until she parted her mouth to let him in and their tongues tangled together.
She breathed in the scent of citrus and mint, parting her legs as he lowered her to the bed and his weight came over her.
“I love you, you wild, uninhibited creature!” He whispered his words against her cheek, sensation shooting out at the flutter of his breath, before his mouth returned to hers.
Hungry hands swept over her body, cascading heat in every direction until Lily was squirming against him in mindless excitement. The heat from his body warmed her skin through the thin linen between them, and she strained to feel more of him. “Take it off,” she slipped her head away to cry out.
Brendan captured her lips once more, sipping deeply. But she felt one of his hands on her calf, and then he was lifting the hem in compliance with her demands. His hot fingers swept up her leg until the garment was bunched at her hips, and, before she could comprehend what was happening, he pulled away to drop to his knees on the floor.
Startled, she raised herself on her elbows to peer down at him as his hands braced around her hips and pushed the shift up to reveal her to his gaze. Lily gasped, attempting to close her legs, but he moved swiftly to hold her thighs apart.
“You are beautiful, Lily. Ravishing!”
Brendan leaned in to press a kiss against her inner thigh while she wriggled in mortification that her nether regions were on display in broad daylight! Well … in the dusky interior of their dark home, which badly needed to be renovated to let in more light, at least.
His hot mouth moved up her thigh, holding her legs apart as his chin scraped against her tender skin. She yelped at the roughness, which stirred her senses and made her feel delirious with unbridled desire.
“Oh,” she cried out, collapsing back onto the coverlet and flinching when she felt the wet lick over the offended area. “Oh, great heavens,” she cried even louder, her hips jolting up. “Brendan, I love you!”
She felt his mouth pull into a smirk. “Just wait, you will love me more in a moment.” He moved to the crease of her thigh to press his lips against her sensitive skin, causing her to squirm and arch her feet in rapture, before moving his mouth to lap at her crease.
Lily howled, praying that there were no servants on their floor to overhear as she unraveled into mindless insensibility. His tongue languidly contemplated the folds of her quim while Lily writhed in something akin to agony, desperate to reach the pinnacle that Brendan had taken her to only days before. When he finally made contact with the nub at the apex, stimulating her to mindless raptures, she could no longer hold back as wave after wave of pure sensitivity lifted her to the peak and she threw her head back to scream her climax.
Brendan continued to lap until she relaxed her tortured body back onto the bed, satiated.
“I love being married,” she exclaimed.
Rising, Brendan’s eyes ran down her form in a drawn-out surveillance. “As do I,” he purred, appearing rather smug as his fingers worked the buttons of his breeches loose.
Despite how wrung out she felt, sprawled out on the bed without an ounce of modesty because of her boneless state, Lily watched as he lowered his breeches, and giggled in delight when he revealed his erection.
“It is so strange, how it grows! And how pleasing it is to be the cause of it!”
Brendan turned to sit on the edge of the bed, awkwardly removing his riding boots and stockings so he could take the breeches off. “Here I was, so proud of my performance, but then I remove my clothing in the wrong sequence because of my haste to …”
“To?”
He turned his gaze to her, his eyes shining in the gloom. “Take you.”
It was a simple statement, but Lily’s desire came rushing back. Between her legs, her core thrummed back into tingling excitement, and she found herself panting again. Suddenly aware of her own garment still bunched around her waist, she made quick work of tossing it aside.
Brendan stood, shoving the breeches off to pool at his feet, before stepping forward and placing a knee between her thighs. “You are an enchanting woman, wife. I have not had you out of my thoughts since you entered the church on Sunday.”
Lily licked her lips, which had gone dry at the growl of his admission. “Truly?”
“Every damn minute. I admired you greatly before that day. Then you walked into church and I saw you as a woman for the first time. It took little more than that to fall for you. I needed a second to catch my breath after all that has happened, but since that night I have wanted to be back here, to feel you wrapped around me as I …” He shook his head as if overcome, before lowering himself down. Lily gasped at the feel of his naked skin against her own, gyrating her hips to press his hard length against her mound.
“I have been thinking of it, too,” she admitted breathlessly as he swiped his tongue against her earlobe. “But this is better now that I know you are choosing me.”
“I choose you, Lily. I choose every entrancing inch of you,” he whispered against her throat.
Lily felt his length nudge against her, and her legs clung to him in invitation. As he entered her slowly, it was overwhelming. This time there was no pain, so she could just focus on the pleasure of his invasion. Throwing her head back, she mewled in throaty abandon and lifted her hips against him as he seated fully within her throbbing channel. Instinct drove her to pump against him, the bundle of nerves at her center rubbing against his pelvic bone as she sought her release once more.
“God, Lily!” Brendan thrust, groaning as she continued to move her hips against his. At first his strokes were measured, but soon he lapsed into a frantic pace, until Lily hit the point of no return, keening as she found her peak once more. As if it was a cue for him, too, Brendan growled loudly, spending deep inside her as her toes curled in deep appreciation of the man she loved.
“I choose you, Lily! I choose you every single moment of every single day.”
He dropped to his elbows, leaning over her with an expression of complete surrender, and Lily realized her campaign was finally victorious. General Tzu would be proud of her. Their marriage was a true love match.
