Page 45 of Avoiding the Merry Viscount
“Anything you wish, you shall always have.”
He withdrew and then entered her again, and he was rewardedwith a stream of unintelligible words, and he thought perhaps a couple of profanities too.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded gently, then gave her another long kiss.
She did as he said, and he thrust into her again. Nothing had ever felt better or more right than being inside of her. Joining with her in a way that was primal and just for them, forever. She would always be his home.
Elias increased his speed, and she arched her back and panted. His temptress begged him with her body for him to give her more. She moved with him, meeting his thrusts, taking an active role in their lovemaking. Oh, the wicked things he’d teach her.
“That feels so good,” she said between pants. She ran her hands along his body and his skin heated beneath her touch.
“You are so tight and perfect, Beautiful. I shall never get enough of you.” Truer words had never been spoken.
He shifted one of his hands down to her hip and lifted it slightly so he could enter her deeper.
“Yes,” she cried out when he thrust again. “God, yes.”
“I love you,” Elias said, slowing his movements so that he rocked into her with tender movements.
She looked at him and cupped his cheek. “I love you so much.”
He increased his speed again, ready to bring her to the edge and watch as she shattered and soared and everything between. She released a few more unintelligible words, and her eyes squeezed shut.
“Eyes on me, Beautiful,” he commanded. He couldn’t miss witnessing how they gave each other everything they had. All the affection, all the pleasure, and most importantly, all the love between them.
Lydia opened her eyes, which met his. Elias increased his speed, pulling out and thrusting into her as deep as he could.
“Don’t take your eyes off of mine while I make you come on my cock.”
In two more thrusts, she clenched around him and it undid him. The pulsing of her core milked the seed from his cock as he buried himself deep inside of her. Their eyes never left each other. He’d never spent inside of a woman, and nothing had ever been more perfect or more right than the two of them in that moment.
“That was…that was…” she started, her chest rising and falling where she tried to catch her breath. “I had no idea.”
“I didn’t either,” he said honestly. “It’s never been like that.”
The moment was charged and consuming, and love radiated through every fiber of his being for the woman beneath him. He would have only lived less than half a life if he had missed out on loving her, and he finally understood what his father meant.
As much as he didn’t want to move from his place on top of her, Elias climbed from the bed and went to the wash basin.
“Where are you going?”
He returned with a cloth and used it to clean between her legs. “There is blood your first time, so I am just cleaning you.”
After he finished wiping between her legs, he used the cloth on himself. He went and placed it back by the wash basin, and then locked his chamber door. Laughing to himself that he should have already done so.
Finally, he climbed back into the bed, both of them lying beside each other with his head on a pillow and hers on his chest. They fit together perfectly.
He pulled the covers over them and brushed her hair back out of her face, then held her tight against him.
The moon was bright and he could see the snow still falling outside the window.
“Happy Christmas, Beautiful.”
Epilogue
Elias
Christmas Eve 1812
