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After a couple of minutes, the door opened and Hugh entered, dressing trousers and the shirt he had been wearing for the wedding. He looked at her, her sparrow-wing coloured hair falling to her shoulders catching the candlelight, her transparent negligee mal covering her delectable body. Oh, God, he wanted her so badly! Just seeing her like this could be his undoing.
“They say I will have no chambers of my own.” She said timidly.
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his fleeced lean chest, bit by bit. “I want you in my bed, every night. All night.” His voice hoarse with desire. “In London it’ll be the same.”
She blushed. “Oh!”
Her parted lips set him ablaze. He had to slow down. It had been so long ago. He wanted her so fervently, he did not want to wait, he just wanted to pound in her time after time. “Come here, Sarah.”
At his grave command, she stood and walked hesitantly to him. He neared her. “You don’t need this.” He pulled the string of her negligee and removed it from her shoulders. It bunched on the floor around her feet. She sucked the air to her lungs, mesmerized. Sensation ripped her body and gathered in her middle.
“Neither this.” Her nightgown followed on the floor making her naked before him. She lifted her head to look at him wide eyed. Fire darted from his eyes as they strolled over all of her. She felt a melting heat traveling in her.
In a brusque movement, he lifted her in his arms; and took her to bed and settled her there gently. The fluffy mattress gave with their weight and then he came over her. He assailed her mouth as hell broke on both of them. His hand found her breast and she arched, moaning. His mouth kissed and kissed her in growing hunger. She held him legs and arms. She came back home as his weight lay on her.
Hugh went mad. He would not make it. He wanted her too much. “Sarah!” He moaned, trailing his mouth down, devouring her.
When he reached her breast, Sarah felt already impatient. His mouth starved for her breast. She arched pleading for more. Her hands fumbled with his trousers, freed his rampant member and it rested on her belly, weeping already.
He touched her the most intimately. She proved to be so eager and wet. “Sarah, I need you! Now!”
“Yes, Hugh!” She could wait no longer either.
He entered her in one long, smooth stroke and heard her groan in delight. Oh, damn! She felt so tight! “Sarah, you’re so…Oh!” He pushed further on the verge of insanity. He lifted his head from her neck and looked deep into her eyes. “Sarah?”
She met his stare head on. “It’s been only you, Hugh. There has been no one else!” She moved under him, craving more.
Panting, he lost control. The idea that she had been untouched by another man, despite being married, drove his desire sky high.
They started moving in unison desperation. She caressed his back. He kissed her senseless. She arched. He thrust deeper. He grunted. She groaned. They exploded in a shattering orgasm that drained them of all energy. He fell on her sated.
There came such a mixture of emotions in her. Those years, the pain, the longing, the sorrow, the memories. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time. She kissed him, she held him tighter and sobbed laughter and tears.
Hugh lifted his head, observed her and understood. “I know, Sarah!” He kissed the tears on one cheek. “I know.” His thumb caressed the tears on the other cheek. He kept dropping butterfly kisses over her face until her emotions subsided. Then he rolled on the bed and brought her to him. He covered both of them. He made her head rest on his chest and caressed her hair until both fell asleep.
During the night, they sought each other time and again until their starvation shrank to bearable levels.
Hugh opened his eyes to the dim early morning and felt Sarah’s body next to his. He smiled to himself. His woman, his wife. His lady. His Countess of Hawkmore. Forever. He held her tighter.
Sarah stirred and her lashes flew open. Happiness. That being the only word that could possibly explain her feelings. She looked at him. He propped on his arm, staring at her. She stretched her body as the memories of the night came back to her. She blushed, thanking for the curtains to be still closed.
The feel of her body all stretched against his seemed paradise. He held her caressing her under the sheets. “So you’re awake at last!”
“Good morning.” She moved all languid. “Had a nice sleep?”
“Oh, yes! Someone got me really tired, you know.” He smiled sideways.
She breathed out a smile. “Is that bad?”
“I cannot complain.” His hand fondled the length of her hair. “But now I am hungry as a lion!”
“So am I.”
“Shall we have breakfast here, or do you want to go down?” He grazed his lips on her shoulders.
“We can go down. I’d like to meet the house staff formally.”
“Alright.”
