Page 28 of Pride of Lyons

“Thomas.” The candlelight softened her eyes, giving them a luminous glint. “Will you please make love to me?”

She took his breath away.

“It will be my utmost pleasure, my love.” He cupped her face and kissed her long and lovingly, scattering his kisses from her forehead to her eyelids, her nose, and finally her mouth, savoring again that utter sweetness. “I am sorry, my love, that the time is not what you would have chosen.”

She tipped her head back to stare at him. “But it is what I choose, Thomas, I swear it. I had already decided, after our kiss in the garden, before Danford appeared. I wanted you then. Wanted to be your wife in all ways possible.” Honoria smiled and rested her forehead against his. “Had things been different, I would have told you when you kissed me goodnight tonight.” She sighed softly. “I love you, Thomas. It has come to me quickly, I know, after the fuss I put up when we married. But you have shown me you are an honorable man, worthy of all the love I can give you.” She ran her hand down his chest, making him shiver as his cock leaped to attention. “Beginning here and now.”

Honoria couldn’t believe she was saying these things to Thomas. Of course, she meant every word, but she’d never spoken so brazenly before. But then, she’d never been married before—or alone with a man. Somehow it emboldened her. This was allowed now. She could be as shameless with her husband as she wished to be. And looking at Thomas’s sleek, beautiful body, she wanted to be an absolute wanton with this man.

“Oh, Honoria.” His eyes, already darkened, turned pure black with desire. He pressed her back into the pillows, kissing her lips, her cheek, her ear.

Oh, what a marvelous sensation. His ragged breathing told her of his need and inflamed hers in turn as he ran his tongue around the rim of her ear before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. Honoria groaned with the pleasure of it and opened her neck to his wandering lips.

Taking up that invitation, Thomas kissed downward onto her shoulder, then around to the top of her nightgown. He raised his head, then shook it. “I think this needs to go.”

Before she could quite understand what he meant, he’d grasped the neckline of her night rail and tore it neatly down the middle, exposing her breasts to his hot, avid gaze.

“Thomas!” She could scarcely believe he’d done something so wild. Then he lowered his head to her breast and engulfed her nipple with his mouth, sending her senses reeling.

Honoria had believed she understood the intimacies she would share with her husband. Her mother had spoken to her the night before her wedding, giving her a general idea of what would happen on her wedding night. But Thomas’s current form of attention had not figured in that talk at all. Now that the first shock had worn off a little, she had to admit her husband’s actions were rather…delightful. As he sucked and licked all around her nipple, a delicious sort of heat began to form deep inside her. When he changed to the other nipple, clamping his lips around the already hard tip and tickling it with this tongue, Honoria squealed and pulled his head closer to her. “Oh, Thomas. Oh, goodness.”

He smiled against her flesh, then his hand found her left breast and gently tweaked that nipple.

The heat at her core soared, and Honoria panted, unable to get enough air into her lungs for the fire in her belly. How much more of this could she stand without fainting dead away?

Mouth still busy with her breast, Thomas slipped his hand down her belly, sliding it over the naked flesh of her stomach.

What was he—“Oh! Oh, Thomas, what are you doing?”

His hand had continued downward until it brushed against the curls of her nether parts. He raised his head and smiled lazily at her. “You’ll see in a moment, sweetheart. If that’s all right?”

On the tip of her tongue to tell him to stop, Honoria gazed at his charmingly rakish smile, and the words melted away. She nodded and dropped her head back onto the pillow. She’d wanted to be wanton with her husband. This was her chance.

Thomas resumed his attentions to her breast, then continued his quest into the thicket of curls.

Her body now on fire, Honoria feared she would swoon from the heat that coiled at her inner core.

His fingers brushed against a small, sensitive spot near her private entrance.

A jolt of fire shot to her core, and her hips bucked upward. Honoria gasped, and he stroked there again. “Oh, what…what are you…doing?” Her last word came out low and guttural.

He raised his head and stilled his hand. “Do you like what I’m doing?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“I didn’t think so.” He swirled his fingers over the spot, and Honoria moaned with delight at the strange sensation. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She shook her head vehemently. If these feelings were part of her wifely duties, then she wanted to be the perfect wife for Thomas. “I want…more.”

“Then more you shall have, my sweet.” Staring deeply into her eyes, he resumed stroking her intimate parts, creating a new sensation in her core, as though her body was winding itself round and round.

If only he could tighten it enough…

Thomas stroked deeper, pressing the little button gently but firmly and…

The world flew apart around her. Honoria called his name loudly, her hips thrashing wildly as deep within her core throbbed relentlessly, sending waves of pleasure crashing through every part of her body.

Thomas stroked her again, and the throbbing continued, making Honoria sob with joy at the unending happiness. He kissed her lips and withdrew his hand. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”