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Calum climbed the stairs two at a time in an eager race to his bedchamber. After the party his siblings threw to celebrate their marriage, Grace had retired to their bedchamber. He didn’t know who held more excitement over Grace becoming his bride. Everyone in his family and the servants welcomed Grace as the new marchioness. It warmed his heart at how accepting they were of her transition from governess to his wife. He had noticed the tension melting away from Grace once she realized how much everyone cared about her.
After a delicious meal, with singing and dancing afterwards, the servants delivered a cake to the drawing room. His mother and Cameron toasted their marriage, and his family mingled with the servants as they enjoyed the celebration. The servants had been with them for years and were as much a part of their family, so it was only fitting they joined in. Once the hour grew late, his mother led the children to their bedchambers. Grace followed behind them with a shy smile gracing her lips.
He had been about to follow her when Cameron insisted on sharing a drink. He had agreed because he thought Cameron held more insight about the letters that he hadn’t wanted to share with Courtland and Somerville. But his brother only wanted to harass him for falling for his mother’s schemes. After one drink and countless jabs, he left his brother to enjoy his favorite bottle of whiskey without him.
Lockhart would enjoy something more pleasurable in the delectable form of a wanton temptress. Grace had hypnotized him during the meal and celebration. With each glance, she pulled him deeper under her spell. Combined with her shyness about sharing affections with him in front of his family, Lockhart only wanted to sweep her away with one kiss after another. He longed to claim her in his bed.
Soft candlelight met him when he opened the door. Every surface was scattered with candles, and their flames flickered in a dance of seduction. Grace had even pulled open the window hangings for the moon and stars to shine through. The quilt lay pulled away, waiting for him to lie Grace against the silky sheets. Her scent lingered in the air, teasing him to find her.
He found her near the fireplace, wearing a gown that left him speechless. It looked similar to the nightdress she had worn when he kissed her in the library. Except, one side held a slit along it, teasing him with glimpses of her bare leg, while the front dipped low to show him her breasts. A single ribbon held the fabric together. Grace’s hair lay in wild abandonment across her shoulders and down her back. She was a vision he would never tire of.
“Grace.” The sound of her name came out in raspy desperation.
Grace answered him with a sultry smile and a tug on the ribbon. Her breasts spilled out, tempting him to draw nearer. He needed no other encouragement. His steps ate up the distance at a speed that caught them both unaware. Calum swept Grace into his arms and carried her to the bed.
“You are the minx of my dreams,” Calum declared.
Grace wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Her fingers glided through his hair as she traced her tongue across his lips and kissed the corner of his mouth. Calum growled at her teasing but held back from Grace’s exploration. Her teeth tugged on his bottom lip, then she soothed it with her tongue. He tightened his grip, trying to hold himself back from devouring her.
Grace didn’t make Calum wait long before she devoured him with her kiss. She held nothing back and kissed him with the greedy need that consumed her. She had waited for what seemed like an eternity for him to join her. With each passing second, her desire left her aching with a need so profound it stole her patience away.
When he stepped through the doorway, she had wanted to run to him, fling herself into his arms, and beg for him to kiss her. The passion blazing from his eyes when his gaze traveled the length made Grace feel so desirable. At his first touch, their attraction had sparked between them.
Calum stretched out alongside Grace, gliding his hands across her soft curves. She felt exquisite against him. Her body responded to his slightest touch by arching to get closer. Her soft moans filled the air with a melody that hardened his cock with a powerful need. However, he held back and allowed Grace to continue with her seduction. He was but a willing victim.
Grace rolled on top of Calum and straddled him with her core brushing across his hardness. Calum’s readiness gave her the confidence to act as the seductress. She wanted to show him how much she loved him by worshipping him as he had her countless times since they wed. The vow she would confess later would never be enough. She wanted her love to fill his soul.
She pulled the lace free from her gown. It gaped open in the front, allowing it to fall from her shoulders. She leaned over and tugged on his cravat. After it unraveled, she tossed it behind her and started on the buttons of his shirt. Calum sat forward and yanked it off as if he were eager for her touch. He lay back against the pillows as Grace spread her hands across his chest, her fingers dipping along the grooves of the muscles that rippled under her touch.
When Grace dipped her head and trailed a path of kisses along his chest down to his stomach, Calum released a deep growl. She stretched her legs out and settled between his as she slid lower. She brushed across his hardness that bulged tight against his trousers. With trembling hands, she undid the buttons that kept her from the object of her desire.
“Grace,” Calum moaned.
Grace’s glance slid upward to encounter the blazing need in Calum’s eyes. She enfolded his cock in her hand and brushed her thumb across the tip. His eyes darkened to the shade of a forest once the sun began its descent. Flecks of gold glistened like firelight. Drops of dew beckoned Grace to sample the flavor of his desire. She lifted her thumb to her mouth and slowly sucked it inside. Calum’s reaction was to entangle his fingers through her hair.
Calum’s fingers twitched in Grace’s golden hair. The fire in the background gave it a reddish tint, showcasing the vixen she had kept hidden from him. Her wicked smile as she teased him rendered him defenseless to her seduction. When she lowered her head and coasted her tongue across his cock, he tensed, fighting the urge to unleash his passion. He ached to slide inside her warm heat and become one with her.
She placed the softest of kisses against his cock before she slid him gently into her mouth. She kept her tongue pressed against his hardness as she guided him deeper. Her lips spread apart as he grew harder with his need. She drew him out and licked around the tip before sucking the end of his cock between her lips. With each slide inside her mouth, she took him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat.
Stars clouded his vision at the extreme pleasure Grace gave him. She gripped the base of his shaft and guided his cock in and out of her mouth with her tongue pressed tight. She increased the pace, pushing him closer to the edge, only to pull away and glide her tongue across him in the gentlest of strokes. He pulled her hair to the side to capture the memory of Grace abandoning her inhibitions to bring him to completion.
But he refused to finish before sliding his cock inside the warmth of her pussy. His control hung by a thread and threatened to break if she continued to tempt him with her seductive curiosity. He grabbed her by the arms, brought her flush against him, and devoured her lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled with the urgency to satisfy their needs.
Calum wasted no time in stripping Grace from her nightgown. He wanted to rip it from her body with his pent-up desire, but it held sentimental value to them, and he wanted her to treasure the gown throughout their lifetime. Calum hoped she would wear it for him again soon.
He rolled over and nipped at her lips. “You are a tempting vixen with a wicked mouth that has left me beholden under your control.”
Grace pressed her hand against his cock. “My only wish was to please you.”
He brushed a soft kiss against her lips. “You brought me pleasure beyond my wildest fantasies.”
Grace wrapped her hands around his neck, drawing him down for a deeper kiss. She slid her leg alongside his and wrapped it around his waist, pressing her wetness against his hard cock. A cock that tasted like heaven and made her heady with power. The growls he emitted and the grip on her hair tightening each time she drew him inside her mouth had encouraged her to become bolder with her affections.
She ached for him to touch her. Grace whimpered as his chest brushed across her nipples, hardening them into tight buds. She grabbed his hand and urged him to slide it between her thighs. When she tried to pull away, he entwined their fingers together and guided them to her wetness. With each glide along her swollen lips, Grace moved her hips. The need for release strung her body together in an unbearable ache. However, Calum teased her as she had teased him. Building the pleasure in reaching the pinnacle, only to slow their fingers to where they only hovered over her pussy.
“Calum.”
Calum didn’t need Grace to say another word. Her breathy moan declared her desires. With one thrust, he pushed himself in so deep, he didn’t know where either of them began, only that they came together as one. Each thrust left them breathless but needing more. He gathered Grace in his arms, and she clung to him, moving in perfect rhythm. Their hips brushed across each other when he settled deeper, and she arched against him. He lowered his head to draw her hard buds between his lips, sucking with ravenous hunger, moving back and forth between them to satisfy his cravings.
Her pussy clamped around his cock as her juices flowed, coating them with her passion. He throbbed between her walls, on the edge of flying in her arms. Grace’s nails dug into his shoulders as she climbed higher. He thrust harder, waiting for her to reach him. When her body shook from pleasure, Calum sent them over the ridge and into the abyss of their oasis.
Calum caught Grace in his embrace and lowered them to the bed, tucking her into his side. He gazed at the rapture gracing her features. Calum had waited for months to share his bed with her. Now it seemed so surreal that the moment had finally arrived. He would never forget this memory for as long as he lived.
Grace opened her eyes to find Calum staring at her with an expression of wonderment. She understood exactly how he felt, for she was in awe of the passion between them. She reached up to trace her fingers across the gruff hair covering his face. The whiskers tickled her fingers. The simple gesture of intimacy left her eager to share her affection.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Calum had not been expecting Grace to profess her love, even though her every action spoke of the love she held for him.
Calum brushed her hair off her cheek. “My love, do not feel you must profess a grand declaration until your heart is ready to do so.”
“My heart has been ready since the day I met you.”
Calum smiled. “I love you, my darling wife.”
Contentment settled over Calum with Grace’s confession, so much so he did not wish for them to elaborate on their love. In time, they would discuss the tension that kept them apart. However, for now, he only wanted to soak in the afterglow of their passion and hold Grace in his arms until they both fell asleep. The evening had ended perfectly, with Grace granting his every wish. While they held each other, all their troubles and worries disappeared.
Hopefully, tomorrow held the same joy for them.