She sauntered toward him as he pushed down his breeches.
She kissed him deeply. It was unhurried yet urgent, an affirmation of the vows they had made just hours ago. He lifted his hands to her hair, tangling his fingers in the strands, and pulled her closer, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth.
She stood on her tiptoes and ran her hands up and down his back and shoulders, memorizing every muscle.
“This height difference is unfair,” she complained, breaking the kiss and looking deeply into his brilliant sea-like eyes.
“It is one of my favorite parts about us.”
“Us.”
“Us.”
He scooped her up like she was the most precious thing in the world, cradling her in his arms. Then, he laid her down on the silken sheets in the warm, flickering firelight.
Elspeth looked up, noting the stars embroidered on the canopy of the four-poster bed. She picked one and made a wish.
May it always feel like this.
Hugo lowered himself on top of her with a tender, desperate slowness and slid his hands up and down her sides, each touch a reassurance. He trailed his lips along her jaw and neck, each kiss a whispered promise.
“There are no more walls, no more ghosts,” he said, brushing her cheek. “There is only us.”
He leaned to the side and plucked a lily from the bouquet on the bedside table. His hands trailed up and down her naked body, tracing her full curves with the soft petals. She shivered at the contact, moaned at the sensation.
He then moved to her nipples, stroking them with the petals before planting his full lips on her right breast. He kissed the mound, tracing every inch before sucking her erect nipple into his mouth. He massaged it with his tongue, pulled at it with his lips.
“Do you like that, Duchess?” He nipped it gently. “You do not need to answer that.”
He dropped the flower by her head on the pillow, the scent pleasant. He then moved his fingers to her left breast, kneading it while kissing down her belly to the inside of her thighs. He slid his fingers up and down her thighs, and she bucked her hips, desperate for his touch.
“Not yet, angel,” he said as he sucked on her nipple. “This is where I am in control, and you will obey. Hold still while I tease you, Elspeth.”
He continued sliding his fingers up and down her thighs, and she felt his thick, hard cock prodding her leg. She grew wetter with each passing moment until, finally, he thrust two fingers inside her. He slid them in and out with a steady rhythm, massaging her sensitive bud with his thumb.
How large is his hand that he can do—ahh, do this?
He ground his hips against her leg, and she began to wonder just how big other parts of him were. Against her will, her mind began to wander further.
How will it fit? Will I be able to walk after this?
“I know you are nervous, Elspeth,” he said, brushing his lips against her ear. “I will make sure you are good and ready for me,that every moment sends you into oblivion. Are you ready for me, Duchess?”
“Aye.” She gulped, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation. “I am ready.”
“Look at me, Elspeth.”
She looked up at him, his wide blue eyes and his genuine smile.
I have nothin’ to fear.
“Take me, Hugo,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer.
He held his hard length between her legs, rubbing it up and down her slick folds. That sensation alone was enough to make her breath hitch, her vision starry with bliss.
She had never known that it could feel like this, that the mere contact would be so perfect. She felt as if they were made for each other, that his very essence was a part of her being.
“I know you are ready for me, my perfect angel,” he purred, slowly pushing himself inside her. “Relax. You were made for me.”
