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He reached up to tug her hands down to his chest, which she willingly rediscovered with her fingertips.
CHAPTER 14
“The energy of the mind is the essence of life.”
Aristotle
Aidan grunted in pain, pulling Gwen’s hands down to his chest lest he yell out loud. Her fingers had found the worst of his bruises, digging in so he felt dizzy from the sharp pang.
Thankfully, the ache dropped to a dull throbbing, and the fire of lust rose once more. Aidan ransacked his thoughts on how to make love to Gwen without hurting himself and alerting her to his injuries.
His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her bodice as he tried to recall the illustrations in the Sanskrit book that Trafford had lent him.
Inspiration hit as Aidan finished unbuttoning her gown and pulled it away from her, down her arms. Gwen moaned when he brought his hands back up to cup her breasts,kneading through her stays while he plotted a course to her bed.
He pulled on the tapes of her stays and dropped them over her arms to the ground while Gwen turned her head to nuzzle his neck with soft lips.
His heart pounded with the force of his passions as he ripped at his coat to drop it to the floor. His waistcoat followed quickly.
Seeking her lips, he used one hand to pull her into another searing kiss while using his free hand to unbutton his falls. Once his breeches were hanging loose, he grabbed Gwen by the hand and led her to the bed.
Yanking the coverlet and sheet back, he nudged her to sit before joining her to take his boots and stockings off. Gwen’s arms were tendrils, her hands exploring his body without pause as he struggled with the excess clothing.
He rose and kicked off his breeches and small clothes, before dropping into the bed and hauling Gwen over him. It made his bruised muscles protest to lift her so, but it was over shortly and then she was straddling him with her slick crease pressed against his erection. Aidan grabbed handfuls of her shift and pulled it up, up, up her gyrating body before tossing it away.
And then his Venus was rising above him. In the darkened room, he could yet make out the expanse of pale skin and the bared roundness of her breasts hovering above him in a tempting manner. Reaching up roughened hands, he caressed soft skin. The jutting tips of her nipples erotically pressed into the palms of his hands as he kneaded and plumped.
Gwen moaned loudly, her head dropping back to lift her breasts in his grip, and Aidan was overcome.
Gently, he ran a hand down her undulating belly to search through her nest of curls and find the center of herpleasure, using a fingertip to brush over the little nub at the apex of her crease. Gwen gasped loudly above him, pushing her hips up as Aidan swirled over the pearl that Trafford had emphasized the importance of.
Botheration! Do not think of Trafford!
Aidan’s pleasure was mounting immeasurably as Gwen moved over him. He had to bring her pleasure quickly, as his own peak approached, so he focused his attention. Spreading the honeyed wetness of her excitement over plumped folds, he continued his ministrations with Gwen bucking forward and over him in a frenzy as if riding a mount.
Soon she was keening, chasing her peak until she moaned loudly above him. As she slowly relaxed onto his chest, Aidan guided his cock to the entrance hidden within her moistened cleft and thrust up to bury himself in her wet heat.
Gwen shifted in his arms, moaning as he joined with her and finding his lips to kiss him with fervor. Aidan growled in the back of his throat, her tight channel clasping him firmly as he bucked and thrust to his own completion, dizzy with the pleasure of feeling her lithe body in his arms as his lust reached a crescendo and he spent his seed deep into her writhing body.
His bride collapsed over him, draped across his body in the manner of linen clinging to sweat-soaked skin. Aidan leaned up to kiss her damp cheek. His gratitude that he had found such a woman knew no bounds as he wrapped his arms around her to bury his face in her citrus-scented hair. He prayed he could somehow sort out this muddle with Smythe while holding on to Gwen’s affections, which had become essential to his future happiness.
AUGUST 27, 1821
Aidan made love to her a couple more times throughout the night, all in peculiar positions that she had not been aware of. She had wanted to caress his body, but the ecstasy of their lovemaking had swept all thoughts from her head as Aidan had taught her new ways to bring them both pleasure in the dark.
After the first time, he rose to don his shirt and had lit only one lamp on the far side of the room before collecting their tray of food from the hall. It was barely enough light to see what she was eating, but it had been a romantic interlude only heightened by the deep shadows shrouding the bedroom.
They had finally fallen asleep close to dawn, their arms wrapped around each other as if they were afraid to let each other go.
Gwen fell into a slumber so deep, she did not even dream, nestling into Aidan’s warm embrace and unwilling to release him, even for a second.
She awoke to cool sheets. Aidan had left her side yet again. Gwen groaned as Octavia pulled the curtains open and gray light entered the room. Buttercup raised her head to give a curt bark as if she, too, was astonished to be disturbed so rudely.
“What fresh hell is this?”
Octavia giggled. “It’s the afternoon. I decided it was time to wake you up, or you’ll struggle to fall asleep tonight.”
Gwen sat up, clutching a sheet to her bare body. “Afternoon?”
