Forever Yours Series Bundle (Book 1-3)

Now she seemed thrilled by his daring.

They slipped inside the crushed ballroom by entering through the side gardens and hurrying up the stairs to the open terrace windows. His wife giggled the entire time, her excitement at being so improper evident, and a joy to witness. They spilled inside the crush ballroom, and with a sigh of breathless anticipation, she flowed into his arms as the strains of another waltz played.

She moved with the grace of an enchantress, and the vigor she danced with mildly surprised him.

“People are staring,” she whispered grinning.

And they were, and his Viscountess did not seem to mind the least bit.

“I believe this is your first outing since you ran from the altar, my sweet. You are notorious.”

She laughed, and the blissful sound traveled, and he could already imagine what the scandal sheet would report as he danced the night away with his love.

How ravishing Lady Shaw appeared at last night's ball the headlines would shout. Or some nonsense of the double jilt securing the iron king and how besotted he seemed and how enchanting his wife was. Sebastian did not care, determined to attend any ball she wished and dance the night away with her. For he couldn't imagine a better place than being in her arms like this, feeling her energy, witnessing her joy, and just being with her.

I am falling for you, Fanny...I am falling hard.

Chapter 10

A few hours later, Fanny was wrapped in the arms of her husband in his chamber, moaning as he kissed her senseless. They had tumbled into bed shortly after returning from the ball, and instead of sleeping as she had expected, he had taken her into his arms and proceeded to make love with her.

“Does this mean you’ll be coming to my bed more than once a month?” she demanded breathlessly against his lips.

“If you would allow it, I’ll come every night.”

Pleasure arrowed through her. “Every night? Surely that isn’t possible?”

His fingers stroked her jaw, over to her collarbone, down to the underside of her breast. Her nipples ached, and it hovered on her lips to ask for his touch there. A delicate tendril of heat spun through her body.

“Let me put on the candles tonight,” he coaxed pressing soft kisses to her lips and cheek.

“I...I...” Anxiety seared her. “Perhaps the next time.” Her throat went tight, and she so hated to disappoint him.

He made no reply, only kissing her with passion. She fisted her fingers through the thi

ck strands of his hair, and melded her mouth to his, responding greedily. Sebastian stumbled with her to the bed, pressing her down and crawling over her with his powerful form. He glided his fingers over her sex in a heated sensual stroke before he had positioned and pushed his thick length deep within her.

Now he rocked slowly, but deeply into her snug channel. She tried to hold onto her dignity as he spread warm kisses to her neck and below. A sharp tug on her nightgown bared her breasts, a hot breath fanned over her nipples, and she stiffened. He paused and waited until she relaxed.

“Do you trust me, my sweet?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a mere whisper.

“I cannot see you, so let me touch you...kiss you. It won’t hurt, I promise it.”

He pulled down her nightgown even farther and took one of her nipples into his mouth. A cry tore from her, and she bucked in his arms. Then he started rocking again, and she grew wetter and wetter.

“I love how you bathe my cock with your passion, Fanny,” he murmured roughly, his pace increasing ever so slightly.

She blushed grateful for the dark. She had no notion what cock meant, but from the dark lust vibrating in his voice, she knew it to be wicked. I like being wicked. Acting on carnal instinct, she lifted her legs around his hips. Her husband groaned his approval, and though his smooth movements remained controlled, each thrust pierced deeper. She could feel the heat in her body, the sweat on her skin, and would not want him to witness her wanton reaction, yet in the same breath, she desperately wanted to see his face. Did he have that desperate mien of lust as he'd had earlier in his office? That wildness in his gaze, the sensual slant of his lips?

He kissed her, burning away all her musings. She clutched at his shoulders. His muscles twisted under her fingertips and the knowledge he was naked roused her to a fevered pitch, and she felt herself hurtling toward that bliss she had felt earlier when he'd loved her with his fingers. With a soft scream, she shattered, and a few thrusts later her husband joined her.

Her breath came in shuddering gasps, and it took a few seconds before she regained her composure. Sebastian pressed a kiss to her brow and gently disengaged their bodies. He pushed from the bed and parted the heavy canopied curtains which had cocooned them in darkness. As it were, the light from the fireplace barely outlined his shape as he padded to the small table and returned with a washcloth and pressed it between her legs.

After ensuring they were both tidied, he drew her into his arms so that her head pillowed on his chest.

“I received word earlier today that the minor repairs are completed on our country home. Should you wish to journey down soon, let me know.”