She heard him fumble with the buttons of his breeches to free himself.Then his hand was gone, and his thick cock pressed against her entrance.He paused, his breath ragged against her neck.
“Thea.”His voice was strained.“I must stop this madness.Your first time can’t be against a door in—”
“It won't be my first time.”
He went still, and there was pain in his brown eyes.
“William and I—” She forced herself not to look away from him, even if she hated what she had to admit.“Well, we were going to be married.And I thought if I couldn't have you, I should at least try to want someone else.”She swallowed.“But it was you I thought about.Even then.It was always you.”
For a long moment, Wesley didn't speak.
“Thea,” he leaned his forehead against hers.“Why?Why didn’t you just tell me how you felt, or give me any indication?”
“Why didn’t you?”The fault that they hadn’t already found their way to each other was not hers alone.
He groaned and his cock was still hard at her opening.
She sank her fingers into his hair and forced him to look at her.“There is nothing we can do to change the past.But we are here together now, and I am yours, Wes.”
Wesley gripped her thigh, raised her leg to rest on his hip, and thrust inside her.
They both groaned at the sensation.He was bigger than William had been, stretching her in a way that bordered on pain but felt impossibly good.
“You are mine.”His voice was rough, almost guttural, as he began to move.“I’m going to make sure you don’t ever forget it.”
Her breath caught from the intensity of the pleasure.“Yes.I always have been, Wes.”
Whatever restraint he'd been holding onto shattered.He drove into her harder, faster, one hand gripping her hip while the other slid between them to tease between her thighs.
“Please say you’ll marry me,” he said against her ear.“This will never be enough.I need you every second of every day, sweetheart.Please marry me.”
“Yes.”She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts.“I’m marrying you, Wes.”
The pleasure was building, winding tighter with each of his thrusts.His fingers circled her most sensitive spot while he continued to drive into her, and she felt herself climbing toward release.
“Come for me, Thea.”His breath was hot against her neck.“I want to feel you come around my cock.”
The words pushed her over the edge.She cried out, clenching around him as pleasure crashed through her.She felt him follow a moment later—his hips jerking, a groan tearing from his throat as he spilled inside her.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, still joined.Wesley pressed his forehead against hers again, his arm coming around her waist to hold her steady.
He kissed her, soft and deep, and she felt tears prick her eyes.This was real.After years of wanting, they were finally here.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips.“I should have told you years ago.”
“I love you too.”She kissed him again.“I've always loved you.”
They straightened their clothing in the dark, helping each other look presentable.Thea's hair was a lost cause.She'd have to slip up to her room and fix it before anyone saw her, but she couldn't bring herself to care.Her body was still humming, and Wesley kept looking at her with that expression that made her chest ache.
“I'll call on you tomorrow,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.“We'll do this properly.I’ll speak to your mother, and then we shall announce the betrothal.”
“That sounds lovely,” she agreed.
He snuck out of the study first.Thea waited a few minutes before following, making her way up the servants' stairs to her bedchamber.
It wasn't until she was alone, staring at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, that the weight of what she'd done settled over her.
She'd said yes.She was going to marry Wesley.She was going to be a duchess.
