My Duke's Desire (Wicked Lords of London 4)

“Now,” he leaned down close to her ear, “Let’s see our guests off. We’ve a honeymoon to begin.”

Chapter Sixteen

Violette attempted to be patient as they said their goodbyes. Many women were frightened of their wedding night, but she couldn’t feel less so. Excitement and passion bubbled in her veins. This, more than the journey, was her first adventure. And Theo would be by her side.

As they waved their final goodbyes, Theo swung her into his arms. His lips pressed to the sensitive spot behind her ear, causing her to shiver wantonly. “We can wait until dark if you’d prefer.”

Her mouth dried. Wait? “I don’t want to go another second,” she breathed. “And I want to see everything.”

He gave a low rumble deep in his chest. “My little vixen,” he murmured.

The name only made her insides tighten as he carried her across the deck and back to the Captain’s quarters. The breakfast had already been cleared and after he strode across the room, he opened another door. Against the far wall was a bed. Their bed.

Violette squirmed out of his arms, anxious to rid of her clothing. As she began to pull on some of the buttons, Theo chuckled. “Allow me, my love.”

He deftly worked the buttons until the dress pooled at her feet. Then he plucked the ties of her corset loose.

With those layers gone, he worked the buttons of his own shirt as she kicked off her shoes and rolled down her stockings.

When he shrugged off his shirt, she caught sight of his deeply muscled chest and narrow waist. Doing this by the light of day had been an excellent choice. Unable to resist, she pressed herself into his arms, their lips coming together in a passionate kiss.

He wrapped his hands around her waist then slid them lower, pressing their hips together. Without thought, one of her legs wrapped about his midriff.

He gave a low, deep groan, which only made her more frantic for his touch. Violette stepped back and tugged off her chemise, sending several of the carefully placed pins in her hair, flying about the room.

Theo growled as he moved toward her again. “You’re stunning.” He reached for her, pulling her close again. Somehow, even as he kissed her, he managed to shed the last of her clothes. He bent down and then picked her up, carrying her to the bed.

The feel of their bare chests, pressed together, nearly undid her and she rubbed against him, eager for more.

“Violette,” he hissed. “What are you trying to do to me?”

She had twined her arms about his neck and she tightened them, wanting no space between them. “Show you how much I love you.”

“My love,” he gritted out, sliding his lips lower. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

He peppered kisses along her neck and collarbone then travelled lower. When he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth pleasure erupted deep inside her. She tangled her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer.

As he lifted his head, she gave a cry of protest but then he lowered his lips to the other peak, giving it equal attention. One of his hands slid up her thigh and as it brushed the silky folds of her core, she moaned in ecstasy.

He began a rhythmic stroking that had her heart pounding wildly as pleasure built inside of her.

Frantic for more, she tugged at his breeches, eager to see and feel all of him.

He lifted himself up and finished the job, pulling the fabric down around his thighs. His member sprang free and she had her first moment of fear. “It’s so large,” she whispered.

He gave her a devilish grin. “You’ll come to appreciate that, my love.” Then he slowly lay back down giving her a leisurely kiss. “There is no need to rush now. We’ll take as much time as you need.”

But as its rounded tip came into contact with her soft flesh, it didn’t hurt at all. In fact it was terribly exciting. She rubbed against it, the feel of it touching her sex even more thrilling than his fingers had been until it slipped inside her.

Her inner muscles stretched to accommodate him, and a twinge of pain accompanied that but also an intense longing. “Oh, that’s not bad at all.”

He grimaced. “It isn’t over yet darling. Slow or quick?”

She took a deep breath. “Quick.”

He thrust inside her. A cry erupted from her lips as she screwed her eyes shut. Theo stopped. Kissing her, he held still and soon the pain receded.

A she took a deeper breath, her muscles contracted and the feel of him inside of her caused tiny ripples of pleasure. “Oh,” she said as she looked up into his. “Oh, it doesn’t hurt.”