~ Epilogue ~

 

 

JUST AS BEL PROMISED, WE were married in Dover in the loveliest little church. Fitz walked me down the aisle, and Charles was Bel’s best man, and I felt as though I was in a land of enchantment. Was it really all happening to me?

The ceremony was wonderful, or at least I think it was…I was in a fog. The crew of Bel’s yacht was invited to both the ceremony and the dinner party afterwards. It was so much fun. Bel talks of giving a gala to celebrate our marriage when we set up our residence in London, but the fun we had with his crew and our two very best friends was all the gala I needed. Aunt Fanny was in great spirits throughout, but did not travel with us to Belfort. Instead, she decided to travel with her own coach to London to open her London townhouse.  

Our wedding night was spent in a charming inn along our route to Belfort, where I learned quite a great deal about the art of romance in my husband’s capable hands.

Max was not certain about what was going on in the bed he usually occupied with me, but by the third night, he found a place at the end of the bed and lay quietly.

And by that third night, I had become quite a naughty lady in my husband’s bed.

Indeed, by that third night, I was bold enough to undress while he lay back and watched. All the things he had whispered to me when we made love drove me to what I did next.  I gave him a wicked smile and took some of the whipped cream from our dessert and dabbed it onto my nipples as I presented myself to him.

He took my hips and bent his head to lick off all the cream as he whispered, “My little delicious tart.” He then held my breasts and suckled ’til I wiggled with need, and his grin was even more wicked as he said, “Even tastier.”

His machinations, his hands on my body, sent rivulets of heat through me, and before I knew it, I had taken his large hard cock in my hand and stroked it as he fell back on the bed. “Yes, sweet-life…yes!” he cried out softly.

It was empowering to have such an effect on him, and as I kissed, licked, and sucked, and then sucked his cock with some force, he grabbed hold of me and growled, “Climb on, little one…now!”

I did just that, and oh, the pleasure that took over my brain and body was beyond anything I ever thought possible. His cock filled me, and I rocked it with abandon while he held my butt in his grip before he rolled me over onto my back, raised my legs high, and dove deeper inside of me.

Lovemaking with my Bel was all-consuming. Our nights on the way to Belfort were filled with passion, and our days spent with Charles and Fitz, a most unusual honeymoon, but very much to my liking, were filled with laughter.

We arrived in Belfort to the horrible news that the treaty between France and England had been broken, and Napoleon had all Englishmen who had not already left France arrested and thrown into prison.

Bel, Charles, and Fitz marched around saying something had to be done to rescue our Englishmen. It worried me, as I don’t want them to rush off to France and risk their lives. Seems to me it would be a mission doomed to fail.

A few days after we arrived at Belfort, we received a letter from John Darcy, telling us that he and Lady Liz were safely established in London and he hoped we would make our way there soon.

However, I was most surprised when the Rochdales wrote congratulating us. Bel says it is only because they know if they don’t appear happy for us, the ton will turn their backs on them.

Max loves Belfort, and romps endlessly, enchanting all the servants. Bel has found my Lucy and brought her here to me, and being who he is, has hired her mother to be our housekeeper in London, and her brother, who was wounded and is lame, to be our butler, also in London. They have gone on ahead to open the London townhouse.

“Shall we follow them tomorrow, my love?” Bel had slipped an arm around me.

Fitz had entered the morning room just then and said, “Yes! The country is all well and good, but time to go to London.”

“Indeed, I would like to visit the Home Office and discover what I can about our fellow Englishmen imprisoned in Paris,” Charles added.

“I was asking my wife what she wished.” Bel turned an arched brow at them.

“I would love to go to London,” I said on a laugh.

“Then London it is!” Bel said jovially.

And so it was!