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They should stop. Right. Now.
But neither of them did. Neither of them could.
All she could do was spread her legs even further when his hand slid underneath her gown. His fingers slid past her drawers, touching her naked flesh. She wriggled, gasping for air. No one besides herself had ever touched the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Or higher… higher…
Her eyes were closed in the darkness that welcomed her.This must be how it feels to belong to a man, she thought. The tips of his fingers were agonizingly gentle, circling against her flesh. An unknow flame burst inside of her, and she, like a moth, knew she could never turn away from it. She would come closer and closer until it was too late.
She listened to the sound of his steady breathing against her cheek. His fingers kept heightening her need, making her yearn for him more and more. The tensions inside of her were so delicious, yet it was too much. She never felt this sensation as she dug her hands into his shoulders, refusing to let go of him.
“Oh…” she moaned as his finger grazed against her swollen bud.
He barely touched it, yet she felt it as if he smacked her with a hammer. Then, he did it again, equally softly, equally gently, but she felt it even stronger this time. The friction became more powerful, rubbing the nub just before her opening. A knot tightened inside of her, and each single stroke only served to make it tighter and tighter.
“That’s it, dove…” he whispered to her. “Spend for me…”
There was something about the way he said it, his voice caressing her mind, her heart. She was walking along that fine line, looking into the dark abyss of pleasure, about to push right into it. Without any warning, the knot untied itself with an explosion, unexpected, all-pervading, complete. Her heart hammered. For a moment, she thought she was dying, but a moment later, the warm and cataclysmic thrill passed.
Joseph’s fingers disappeared, and his lips once again found hers. Only this kiss was not passionate. It was loving, tender. The kiss of forever.
The leftover feeling of euphoria gripped her as she wrapped her arms around him, laying her ear onto his chest.Thump, thump, thump.His heart was beating fast, just like hers. They were beating together in unison forever more.
“That was…” she started, but realized she was unable to find the right word.
“… only a preparation for what is yet to come, dove,” he whispered tenderly. “And it will be even more wonderful. I promise you.”
“I know,” she smiled back in the darkness, listening to the heartbeat of her future husband. How could it not be?
Chapter 29
Finally, Lady Bridget Beaumont was his wife.
Well, she was Lady Bridget Turner now. He liked the sound of that. He liked it a lot.
The wedding ceremony was not how he would have preferred it, to be quite honest. He wished for a private, precious moment with his future wife and only several of their closest family and friends, but what the two meddling mothers had arranged for was far beyond what he wished for or expected. Still, he did not mind, and neither did Bridget. She was his. Nothing else mattered but that.
The wedding breakfast passed by in a haze of congratulations and pattings on the back. He could not stop smiling. He also could not stop looking at Bridget. She would laugh so melodiously it sounded as if the angels themselves were singing. That was the sound he wished to keep hearing for the rest of his life. There would be more than enough time for that. Their life together was only beginning, and there was no end to his happiness.
Once the ceremony was over, he grabbed her by the hand, and together, they climbed up the stairs.
“Joseph,” she chuckled. “Why are you in such a rush?”
As if she did not know already, the little minx.
“Because I cannot wait a single moment longer,” he admitted as they flew through the corridor towards his bedchamber. Then, without any warning, he put one arm behind her while the other swooped her from underneath her knees, picking her up in his arms.
She laughed once again. How he loved the sound, but that was not the only sound he wished to hear now.
“Joseph, you silly man! What will the servants think?”
“I could not care less, dove,” he murmured, heading for the door of the room he did not plan on leaving for the next week. “I do not pay them to have an opinion regarding what I do withmywife.”
“Your wife?” she echoed, content to be in his arms. He inhaled her scent, wanting to lose himself in it. “I like the sound of that.”
“And I like the feeling of you in my arms, in my bedchamber, and of course,” he paused to plant a soft peck on her nose, “in my heart.”
He kicked the door open with his boot then kicked it closed again. He did not plan on opening the door again until the next morning. Not even then perhaps. Everything he had to live happily was already in his arms in this room. Nothing outside of it interested him.
“Did you just open the door with your foot?” she asked, laughing. She could not stop making that beautiful sound.
