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Reaching down, he released himself from his trousers.
“This time, Ophelia,” he whispered to her, “you’re in control.”
Her eyes widened before a mischievous smile crept onto her lips. As her hips moved towards his, she took him inside of her.
The pleasure was instant for Elliot. The feeling of having Ophelia above him, straddling him, moving her hips against his to draw pleasure for them both was a high like no other. He kept his hands around her corseted waist, urging her on to maintain that movement. She started slowly at first, experimenting in the way she moved against him, but she soon grew bolder.
With each move that her hips made, Elliot felt himself ascending heights of pleasure. She had a way of bringing a thrill from him he had not known before, not with Celeste or any other woman. Ophelia’s confidence as she rode above him with her hands gripping to his shoulders had him near his edge within minutes, yet he didn’t want to finish yet. He wanted to see her find her own height of pleasure first.
“Elliot,” she began to murmur his name, riding closer and closer to that edge.
“God, Ophelia.” He was tempted to whisper in her ear the truth of what he really felt for her in that moment.
I’m falling in love with you.
Yet they had only just sorted out their confusion and discovered there was someone trying to drive a wedge between them. He didn’t want to scare her away now they were coming together so well.
When Ophelia struggled to keep riding him, her pleasure overwhelming, Elliot wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped them over. Moving above her, with her back to the clothes on the floor, he pleasured her fast, watching as her cheeks flushed pink and she closed her eyes. Her hands gripped his biceps as she tumbled over that chasm of bliss.
Seeing her reach her end was what brought Elliot his. He let himself go, meeting her hips with his own merely twice more before he fell limp above her. Bending toward her, they both breathed deeply, kissing fast and intimately. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer in a way that he loved.
“No more confusion,” he murmured to her between their kisses. “Only this feeling now.”
“I don’t know what to call this feeling,” she said with a giggle. “Happiness?”
“Happiness, indeed.”
He had another word for it.
Love.
Chapter 20
“You’re back.” Ophelia lifted her head from the book she was reading. Laid out on the rug in the library, she watched as Elliot walked into the room, sighing deeply. “Was it so bad?” She winced to see his expression.
“I am glad to be back, let me say that.” He closed the door behind him and rather than sitting in the nearest chair, he moved to the rug where Ophelia was laid and sat beside her, flopping down on his back. “I’m glad to be with you again,” he said softly.
“You and I have spent nearly every minute this last week together,” she reminded him, sitting up so she could look down at his face.
Ever since their moment in the folly a week ago, everything had been wonderful to Ophelia’s mind. She and Elliot had spent the days and the nights together, sharing a bedchamber. They often made love and sometimes talked into the early hours of the morning. The very rug they laid on now they had made love on that morning, unable to get themselves to the bedchamber.
“I like being here,” Elliot said with a smile. “And it is infinitely preferable to where I went today.” In the end, he had torn himself away to go and pay the final debtor. Ophelia had seen in his expression that morning how much he had not wanted to go, but it was necessary.
“And? All the debts are paid now?”
“They are.” Elliot sat up with the words. “The devil tried to insist I owed him more money than I did. Worthless, these creditors, always out to make more money. But I paid him what I owed and left.”
“Wonderful! Then it is over?” Ophelia asked, putting down her book to the hearth beside him. She’d heard much from him this last week of how tense he had been ever since his parents had died. “You can feel as if that weight has been lifted from your shoulders now.”
“They’re a little sore from it.” He rubbed his shoulders, eying her carefully.
“I know what you’re trying to do. You wish me to massage you, do you not?”
“Was it so obvious?” His playful words made her giggle as she shuffled around him, reaching for his shoulders. She began to massage him slowly, feeling how he softened beneath her touch. “All is well with the world now.”
“Nearly,” Ophelia mumbled. “Tomorrow we must return to London, as you said, and there, well, there is a task I must perform.” She breathed deeply, thinking of the young lady’s maid who was back at that house, harbouring secrets. “I must speak to Miss Barge. I need to know why she would cause such trouble between us.”
“I was thinking about that.” Elliot angled his head a little, looking up at her. “The day the horses got out, do you think there’s a chance she let them loose? She was the one who supposedly saw the horses bolt, after all.”
