Chapter Ten
Diana
Diana slipped fromthe bed as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Graham. She hadn’t expected that they’d share a bed together the entire night. But the night was spent dozing off after the exquisite bliss of a climax and then one of them waking the other to do it again. Her body ached, but it was well worth it. She’d tired out muscles that she’d never known existed.
She studied her sleeping husband in the morning light streaming through the curtains. His dark hair was thoroughly mussed, one arm flung across the space where she’d been lying. Even in sleep, he looked satisfied—almost smug. As well he should be, given how many times he’d made her cry out his name throughout all hours of the night.
It was clear why women were discouraged from knowing about such pleasures before marriage. Because now that she’d had her husband, she certainly didn’t want to stop.
Her skin heated again from recalling how wanton she had been in their marriage bed. The way he’d turned her onto her stomach and taken her from behind, so deep she’d seen stars and knew she’d beg for him to do so again. The way he’d pulled her atop him, teaching her to ride him as she’d ridden Luna, praising her when she found the rhythm that pleased them both. And the exploration they did with their mouths…
And she knew she was a frightful sight after the most exciting nightof her life.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Graham mumbled into his pillow.
“To order a bath. I’m rather in need of one.”
“Mmm.” He cracked one eye open. “Come back to bed after.”
“I think you are missing the point of the bath, husband.” Diana giggled then leaned down and kissed his shoulder, before slipping into her chemise and venturing to her adjoining chambers. For a moment, she paused and pondered how affectionate acts seemed natural already. Easy, even.
She rang for Mary, and immediately asked for hot water to be brought up for the bath.
While she waited, she examined herself in the mirror. Her lips were swollen from kisses, her neck marked with the places where his mouth had been, and her hair in complete disarray. She looked thoroughly debauched…and quite satisfied.
The servants arrived, filling the copper tub with steaming water and Mary left lavender oils and fresh towels. Diana dismissed them, then pulled off her chemise and tested the water with her toe.
“Starting without me?”
She turned to find Graham leaning against the doorframe, completely naked and given the state of his manhood…aroused.
“You appeared content in your bed,” she said, trying not to stare at his naked body now that she could see him even better in the daylight. Yet his gaze wasn’t focused on her eyes.
“Our bed.” He slunk toward her, and captured her hands in his. “I think we have demonstrated the necessity of sharing a bed.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest. She almost thought she might wake at any moment to find that it all had been a dream. She blinked her eyes closed and when she opened them, she was elated to find that it was all real.
Graham helped her into the tub, and Diana sighed as the hot watersoothed her aching muscles. Then he climbed in behind her, pulling her back against his chest.
“This is heaven,” she murmured, relaxing into his embrace.
“No,” he corrected her, sudsing up her arms. “Heaven was last night. This is merely pleasant.”
Diana laughed. “Merely pleasant? You wound me, husband.”
“Then let me make amends.” His soapy hands moved to her breasts, massaging them gently. “Better?”
“Much.” She arched into his touch as his thumbs circled her nipples. Despite her soreness, desire began to stir again.
Graham took his time washing every inch of her, his touch alternating between soothing and arousing. When his hand slipped between her thighs, Diana gasped.
“Still sore?” he murmured against her ear.
“Yes, but—” She lost her words as his fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling gently.
“Let me make you feel good,” he coaxed, his touch light. “Just relax against me and I’ll do everything.”
Diana melted into his chest as he worked her body with maddening slowness. He massaged her thighs and brushed his fingers over her sensitive nub. He kissed and licked along her ear and neck. The pleasure built gradually and she had never felt more relaxed, yet more aware of every sensation in her body. She tensed just as she was about to fall over the edge of the building pleasure that he teased her with for what felt like an hour.
