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“Don’t stop,” she whispered to him. Her words made him growl beneath his breath, before he lifted his lips from her and backed her up toward the four-post bed in their hotel room. Made of dark wood, with plush satin blue covers, Ophelia barely got a glimpse of it before she was tumbled down to those sheets. She laughed at Elliot’s eagerness and reached up towards him, unbuttoning his waistcoat.
This time, she didn’t want anything between them. She wanted to be completely open with Elliot, trusting in him. The waistcoat and shirt were quickly shed, along with the cravat. His trousers followed. He smiled, rearing up as she pushed the pants down his legs.
“I hope it is your turn soon,” he said mischievously. She agreed and laid down again, opening herself up so he could undress her. He didn’t hesitate. He reached first beneath her gown, taking hold of the tops of her stockings and pulling them down her legs until they dropped off her toes. The stolen touches he bestowed on her thighs and calves had her wriggling, wanting his hands elsewhere.
The gown was soon thrown away and she rolled over for him to undo the corset. He muttered in frustration as he tangled the knots, hurrying to break it open.
“Impatient,” she teased him, lifting herself off the bed and reaching behind her body to help him. She was distracted as he placed soft kisses to the back of her neck and across her exposed shoulder.
“You are fond of teasing me. You always have been,” he whispered in her ear, moving his lips up her cheek.
“Maybe I like the mischief we share together?”
“I love it, too.” His deepened words had her reaching for the corset ties with as much impatience as he had shown before. They tore it free from her body and the chemise soon followed.
Once they were both bare, he lowered her down onto the bed on her back and laid himself over her, finding his lips with her own. The kiss was gentle. Their lips explored one another, with taunting flickers of something deeper, as their bodies pressed together.
Ophelia felt her legs rising around Elliot’s hips as one of his hands ran down her chest, pleasuring her with touches to her breasts before those touches shot somewhere lower. When he reached her centre, she broke apart from the kiss, panting at the pleasure of the sudden intimacy. When he found she was ready for him, already wet, he adjusted their bodies together and entered her.
Ophelia tilted her head back on the bed, moaning in a thrill. Her legs widened around Elliot’s hips as he placed his hands on the bed on either side of her and set up a rhythm. It was slow this time. Each thrust allowed them to explore one another with pleasure, an intoxicating and heady mix of heat and slow seduction.
When Elliot’s chest was beading with sweat, Ophelia clung to his biceps, wanting to feel more. Her sudden movement against him surprised him enough that he rolled the two of them together. As Ophelia straddled him, she took over the control, rocking herself against his hips to draw pleasure from the two of them.
Elliot was the first to begin panting harder, his cheeks blushing a deep red, clearly coming close to his end. When his hands reached for Ophelia’s hips, the intimate touch of his fingers on her skin sent her near her own edge.
It was a giddy moment, one so full of pleasure that Ophelia struggled to maintain her rhythm. The feeling of Elliot’s hands on her hips urged her on, though, persuading her not to abandon the thrill just yet.
Her movements became more harried above him. She barely managed a few more rocks before she felt him tumble over his peak of pleasure. She bucked against him one last time, feeling the pleasure shoot through her body, to the point that her toes curled and when she closed her eyes, she saw stars.
The two of them came down together, with Ophelia leaning over Elliot. He raised one of his arms and wrapped it tightly around her, holding her in an embrace.
“I have missed you so much,” he whispered to her.
“You missed this?” she asked, tauntingly with a smile.
“Every part of being married to you,” he said, his smile growing. Ophelia leaned toward him, kissing him slowly once, chastely.
As she lifted herself off him, resting at his side, he brought her closer and tugged the covers over them, keeping her warm. Ophelia sighed with happiness, scarcely able to believe how sad she had been the morning before, compared to how happy she was now.
“Elliot?” she whispered.
“Yes?”
“What do we do now?” she asked gently, toying his fingers with her own. “After what Gertrude and Lord Chester did… I cannot describe my anger at them.”
“Nor can I describe my own.” He shifted his lips, kissing her softly on the forehead. “I say from now on, we make a resolution. We stay together, and we agree not to let them or anyone else come between us again. Should any doubts or confusion arise between us, we talk of it from now on. We do not let the shadows settle over us.”
“The shadows…” Ophelia mused. “How poetic.” She lifted her gaze and looked at the sunlight dancing through the window of the hotel room, lighting Elliot’s figure above her. “We fight the shadows together?”
“Just so.”
“Hmm, I’m tempted to tease you and point out that fighting a shadow is rather difficult.” Her words made him chuckle softly, angling his head toward her so that she could admire his angular features and the darkness of his eyes.
“Tease me all you like. I’ve missed it.”
They rested there together, bundled up in one another’s arms. As Ophelia let her eyes close, she rested a hand on her stomach, thinking of the child that was growing there.
Would the babe look like her? Or maybe he or she would be more like Elliot?
