Page 99 of When a Marquis Chooses a Bride
“Are you all right?”
How could she not be? “Yes, oh yes.”
He switched to her other breast, but rubbing the nipple he had been sucking between his fingers. Her whole body was on fire. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand anymore, his lips and tongue moved over her stomach, down to her mons to a place she hadn’t known existed, but was glad it did. “Oh God!”
“I appreciate your piety”—he chuckled—“but I would rather hear my name.”
Dotty couldn’t help but giggle. She couldn’t believe the rogue, making her laugh at a time like this. “Dom. Do that again.”
“What?” he teased, parting her legs with his shoulders. His tongue caressed her center. “This?”
“That’s good, too.” She panted and reached down, spearing her fingers through his hair.
Dom’s low voice washed over her. “You taste better than any wine.”
She raised her legs as his teeth lightly raked over her nub, then his tongue entered her, and she screamed. Her back arched as she shook with wave upon wave of pleasure. Nothing she’d heard had prepared her for this.
Dom lifted his head and inserted one then two fingers into her, prolonging Thea’s climax. His shaft was harder than it had ever been, but if it was possible to make it good for her, he would. He covered her, positioning himself at her entrance, then thrust in, as her maidenhead gave way.
Thea gave a sharp gasp, and he waited. “My darling?”
Her face was pinched as if in pain. “I’ll be fine. I knew it would hurt at least a bit.”
She winced as he pushed in farther, and his heart twisted.
If only he could keep from hurting her. “Try to relax. It will be easier for you.”
Biting her lip, she nodded.
Damn him for a dolt. He trailed his tongue along the seam of her mouth. When she opened he captured her again. Stroking his tongue with hers and rubbing her breast with his chest. Finally her tension receded.
This time when he thrust she moved with him. “Put your legs around me.”
Soon her heels pressed into his buttocks, urging him on. In a matter of moments, he thrust one last time, releasing his seed, swallowing both their cries with a kiss.
She was his. All of her. If only he didn’t love her so much.
Rolling onto his back, he pulled her against him, stroking her as if he could make the pain she’d felt go away.
“How are you feeling?”
She was quiet for a few moments. “I’m fine.”
She didn’t sound as if she was fine. “Sleep. I shall wake you when it’s time for you to go back to your room.”
Yawning, she snuggled into him. “Good night, my love.”
Dom blew out the candles, plunging the room into darkness even though the drapes were open. Thea’s breathing evened out, and he held her boneless body tighter against him. He’d never spent the night with a woman before, but he did not want to and could not let Thea go.
Thoughts raced through his mind.Uncle Alasdair. Damn him for being in bed with them. How could he have told Dom to never fall in love? If he had not, he would have missed Thea’s lovely face in the throes of passion. He would have proposed to someone entirely different and completely wrong for him. He gave up thinking and let Morpheus take him, knowing when he awakened his love would be in his arms.
He woke several hours later to a gray light inching its way through the window. Thea slept soundly next to him, her head on his chest, and his arm still wrapped around her. Her long black tresses wrapped around his fingers and spread over her, shielding much of her body from his gaze. This was how he wanted to waken every morning, though possibly a bit later. In fact, why the devil was he awake at this hour?
A scratching on the door to his dressing room roused him. Kimbal? Had they woken him when they’d made love? He certainly wouldn’t approve. No, wait, Kimbal was gone. It had to be Wigman, but he didn’t sleep in the dressing room. What was he doing up this early?
Dom glanced at the clock on the mantel. Five-thirty already. He had to get Thea back to her room before any of the servants saw her.
Unwilling to wake her, he carefully slipped out of bed, donned his dressing gown, wrapped her in her robe, grabbed her nightgown, then scooped her up in his arms and went through the door to the connecting corridor, entering her chamber as he had the night before.
