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He stood, lifted her, and then seated her on the oak desk, spreading her thighs in one powerful motion. A very blunt but wonderful pressure notched at her slick entrance.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his dark green eyes glittering with emotions she could not decipher.
“I can’t help it,” she whispered on a half groan, needing him to fill her.
With a powerful surge he entered her, and Livvie cried out, gripping his shoulders. Holding her gaze, Tobias glided back and drove forward repeatedly, at times shallow, and then wonderfully hard and deep, filling her with bliss until she climaxed with soul-searing intensity. He kissed her and seconds later he hugged her into a tight embrace, and with a groan, found his own release.
They stayed like that for a few seconds and she became aware she was the only one breathing so erratically. His were even and controlled. Though she had felt such wonderful pleasure, tonight felt different from their night in the closet. In the dark, they had been free, wild, and without restraint.
He pulled from her and she gasped softly. Her core was achy and tender.
“Did I hurt you?”
She found it hard to meet his eyes. “No.”
He straightened himself and fished a handkerchief from his pockets and pressed it to her. Livvie fought a blush, staring into the fireplace. They had consummated their vows on a desk in his library. He removed his hands and the cloth and gently tugged her nightgown down so it fluttered to her ankles. At the silence, she turned her head to him. He was staring at her, and Livvie could do nothing but return his regard. His arms went around her waist, gathering her close. Her heart tripped in delight and she all but melted against his bare chest.
“Hello…wife,” he said softly, a decidedly puzzled and fascinated vein in his tone.
“Hello…husband,” she replied even softer, biting her lower lip to stop its tremble.
His forehead dropped against hers. “My behavior is inexcusable. I pounced on you like a starving man. I should have escorted you to our chambers and—”
“Is there a rule that says wedding nights are most enjoyable in one’s chambers?”
“No.”
“Then I think we are doing well.”
A slow, lazy smile swept across Tobias’s face. “You are beautiful, wife,” he said, quite unexpectedly.
It felt as if a fist closed over her heart. “I…thank you.”
He skimmed his fingers over her cheek almost tentative in his exploration. Then he pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips. It was light, tender, sweet, and soothing. Emotions clogged her throat and a craving for something more surged through her.
“I find I do not want to release you.”
Her heart kicked into a furious rhythm. “Then don’t.”
His eyes bore into hers. “Normally, I would be writing, practicing my fighting arts, or if in Town, visiting one of my clubs.”
“I would be painting. I want to paint you…as you are now, so raw and beautiful.”
Another slow grin, heartbreakingly sensual, tugged at his lips. Livvie was at a loss as to what was happening…but it felt as if invisible strings were drawing them closer together. She was still seated on the edge of his desk and he was wonderfully close. The intimacy of their situation had a sweet tension pooling through her veins.
“Would you like to play a game of chess?”
Pleasure filled her. “Are you not afraid I will trounce you?”
His left brow climbed arrogantly. “I accept this challenge.”
He lifted her from the desk.
“I was quite capable of dismounting without assistance.”
“I like touching you.”
“Oh.” The very notion pleased her to her toes. There was hope for their marriage after all.
