Alex rolled to her back, lifting her left hand, and spreading her fingers to admire the ornate sapphire ring surrounded by tiny diamonds. It gleamed in the muted sunlight streaming through the sheer lace linings at the window. She was deliciously sore in all sorts of naughty places.
“Happy Christmas, darling.” Theo, her new husband, rose on a bent arm and leaned in, kissing her with soft brushes of his lips, flicking his tongue just below her ear, nibbling the lobe. As he worked his way to her breast, she felt his member dancing against her thigh.
Moaning, she rolled back into him and took his mouth with hers. She adored being married—not to just anyone mind, but to Baron Urvay, Theodore Millburn.
She still had nightmares of the night she swung the poker against the head of Theo’s uncle. But Theo was there with her every night, to sooth away the horrid images and reassure her of his love. Her mother was now ensconced at Soho Square while she and Theo occupied the home at No. 19 Thornton Place.
Theo moved over her, and Alex entwined her legs around his. “What time are we to arrive at Winsome’s?” he asked, nuzzling her neck.
“We have time,” she panted in his ear.
“Are you sure?” he whispered back.
“Well, we don’t wish to be too late. I promised Bernard I would be there just in case he trounced the duke. He’s been practicing.”
“You certainly can’t break your word to the young man I shall worship for the rest of my life.” He growled against her neck, sending shivers of desire over her entire body.
“No.”
His fingers worked their magic between them; the blunt force of his erection touched her apex.
He surged forward, moving slowly, savoring this unique joining they shared. Nothing had ever been so sacred.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing him deeper. He rocked against her until she was mindless with sensation, and he was swallowing her cries, and exploding with her climax.
His own surged from his body and he fell heavily against her.
She never realized how happy one person could be.
He lifted away from her, breathing heavily. “Are you going to tell me who your friend, Lady X, is now that I’m your husband?”
“I am not at liberty to disclose such information.” She grinned. “Besides, I’m not quite certain who she is. She’ll reveal herself when she is ready, I daresay.” She licked his flatted nipple, reveling in his shivers.
Thank heavens she hadn’t been fool enough in bending to her pride. Alex closed her eyes and silently rejoiced in his touch, in the smell of his skin.
“Oh, God, Alex. I love you.”
“I love you,” she said.