HE NARROWS HIS GAZE AND scrutinizes me as if my words hold another meaning than that which I’ve said. Finally, he relaxes his features and presses a kiss to my forehead. When he pulls away, his normally hardened features seem soft.
“I’m sorry if I treated you in an ill manner this afternoon. I assure you that wasn’t my intention, love. You’re special to me. Precious, even. I don’t understand it because it is out of my normal character. As you well know, I’m a man who can hardly be tethered to one woman. Yet, with you, I feel as if I’m drawn to you like a fly to honey. Your magnetism allures me in a way that confuses me. But I crave it nonetheless.”
His words thread themselves inside me and latch themselves on. For once, I have hope for something more—something authentic for myself. That tiny sliver may as well be as thick as a sailor’s rope, because I desperately hold on to it as if it will save me from drowning in my own misery.
“You’re beautiful, Edith,” he murmurs as he drags his fingers along the front of my breasts, over my dress, and down my sides to my hips. “You have a natural, simple beauty about you, but when you dress like this, you’re absolutely exquisite.”
I let his praise wash over me and reward him with a smile. The man can be quite a romantic when he wants to be. I’m starting to understand why he was the ladies’ man prior to our coming to Havering.
He’s now a one-lady man.
My man.
“I didn’t think you noticed,” I admit with a small smile. “Alcott noticed at dinner, but it seemed that you looked right through me instead of looking at me.”
He growls at the mention of his brother. “He’ll do best to not notice you ever again. You’re mine, Edith. Mine.”
My skin flushes at the possessive way he claims me with his words. I lift my hands to the buttons of his dress shirt and begin undoing them. His hands simultaneously tug at the ribbon on both sides of my dress. As soon as he unties them, the material loosens and sags away from my body. Then I drop my arms to my sides and the dress falls to a heap on the floor.
“This corset will be the death of me,” he grumbles almost angrily.
But I know he isn’t angry. Far from it. He’s turned on by the sight of me in it, and that turns me on. I feel my arousal dampen my knickers and wish to rid my body of them.
“Sounds like such a simple death,” I muse.
He chuckles as his lips find my neck. “There is nothing simple about this corset and you in it.”
I gasp when his hands find my arse and he squeezes gently. My knickers are ruined by the way he suckles on my neck—it causes my body to drip with need. When he pulls away and begins working the ribbons on the corset, I watch his face. Determination furrows his dark eyebrows together as he sets to further undressing me. The moment the corset falls away, his eyes widen and his lips curve into a half smile.
“Your breasts are absolute perfection, Edith.”
I smile and tease him. “Perhaps, if you hadn’t been in such a rush earlier, you could have properly enjoyed them.”
“I’m an ignorant man, dear. Please allow me to make up for my foolish ways. I want to mark your pale flesh. I want your breasts to be bruised and tender from the delicate assault I plan on inflicting with my mouth.”
As if to prove his words, he kneels before me and wriggles out of his shirt. Once he’s tossed it to the floor and awarded me the view of his sculpted chest, he grabs hold of my hips and hauls me to him.
Pulses of desire course though me at having him in such a position that he seems to be worshipping my body. The moment his lips connect with the skin of my belly, I whimper. As he sprinkles soft kisses along my abdomen, his hands find my breasts and he cups them reverently. When his thumbs skim over my hardened nipples, I cry out.
“Are you wet for me, dear Edith? Do you want me to pleasure every inch of your body?”
I thrust my breasts into his face and thread my fingers into his thick, brown hair. “Yes. Do it. I need you to love my body with your mouth.”
His tongue flicks out and he tastes one of my nipples. The sensation is almost too much to bear.
“I cannot pleasure you the way I want from the floor, wife. Remove your knickers and shoes. I need you bare and open to me. I’m simply holding on by a thread from ravishing you completely,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling me.
When I don’t move, he grabs my knickers and yanks them down.
“Oh!”
“Oh is right,” he growls. “Now, get naked and onto the bed.”
I kick out of my shoes and then flash him a saucy grin as I sashay over to the bed, giving him an irresistible view of my arse, which is wiggling just for him.
“Goddammit,” he curses. “Could your body be any more perfect?”
I smile at his praise and crawl onto the bed. Lying down on my back, I steal a glance at my husband. He’s pushing his trousers down, and his erect cock bobs heavily out. My pelvic area physically aches with need as I know that, soon, he’ll fill me to the hilt with his sheer size.
When he reaches the end of the bed and hoists himself onto it, I nearly melt from the anticipation of him touching me. This man, my husband, is the most exquisite man I’ve had the pleasure of being with. His body is simply a piece of artwork with its chiseled lines. I could easily view it for hours and be wildly entertained.
He smirks. “Something funny?”
I give in to the giggles of imagining him on display for my own personal viewing. “N-n-no.”
His eyebrows pinch together as if he’s angry, but his lips draw up into a breathtaking smile. “Woman, you lie. You’re laughing at me. What is it? You haven’t seen a cock as impressive as mine before?”
His words only serve as fuel to the fire of my laughter, and tears roll down my cheeks.
“You’re in trouble now,” he growls playfully as his body pins mine.
His strong hands grip my wrists, and he holds me firmly against the bed. I can feel said impressive cock pressed against me, and I can’t help but wriggle against him, hoping it will push its way inside me.
When his lips capture mine, the laughter melts away. The kiss is powerful and possessive. I relish in the way he tangles his tongue with mine as if they were always meant to dance this way. All jokes are tossed aside as we lose ourselves in each other.
“Make love to me,” I gasp between kisses.
He’s heavily pressed against me, so the moment he lifts some of his weight, I slip my legs out and wrap them around his hips. My husband isn’t one to waste a moment, and within seconds, he pushes his massive cock with one hard thrust into me.
“Alexander!” I scream at the joyous sensation of being stretched fully by his thickness.
“My God, your body fits like a glove,” he hums against my lips.
I love the way he crushes me with his strength. It would be my desire to stay connected with him this way all day without another care in the world.
One of his hands cradles my cheek as he pounds slowly into me. “Dearest Edith, I like this—this lovemaking of which you speak. I feel my soul tethering itself to yours. The very idea of being tied down used to terrify me, but right now, in this moment, there’s not another soul on the planet I would choose other than you.”
A tear rolls out as his words cut open my heart and insert themselves inside. It is my hope that his words are true and honest, because I so desperately want to believe in them.
“This feels right, Alexander,” I whimper as his thrusts become harder. “How were we so lucky? Two people lost in a world only to find solace and companionship in someone just as fractured as they are. I think destiny has played a hand in our union.”
My words are stolen from me as I feel the delicious beginnings of an orgasm. Then it clutches my abdomen and explodes throughout my body. I buck up from the bed as I lose myself to it. Nothing exists in our world but him and me.
“My love,” he groans as he bursts his own hot climax into me.
His thrusting slows to a halt, and he lifts slightly to regard me with sexually satisfied eyes. But behind the satisfaction lies something else. An emotion I feel with every ounce of my being.
Dare I say that the emotion is love? I want to ask him but I don’t dare sever the moment of our blissful union. I’ve had many lovers in my lifetime, but nothing compares to the way Alexander encompasses me fully.
He’s my ending. My happy ending.
I—Edith, the horrid home-wrecker—have somehow found myself with luck and captured the beautiful man before her.
“Is it unusual that I find myself wanting to remain locked within you, only staring into your eyes for the rest of the night? Does it make me a perverted fool to want to keep my cock seated inside you even as it relaxes?” he questions with a grin that does me in every time.
“We must be unusual birds, the only two in our flock, because I don’t find it perverse at all. In fact, I find it highly arousing. My body tingles at the prospect of you sleeping with me tucked beneath you. I feel quite safe and protected in your arms.”
He dips down and places a kiss on my nose. “I’ll always protect you, Edith. We may have begun this marriage as a sham, but there is nothing false about my feelings for you. Tomorrow, I hope that you have the most breathtaking reception for our wedding, because you do, indeed, deserve that. Allow my mother to spoil you as I know she will. And then I shall spend the rest of my life spoiling you as I wish. You’re mine to cherish, my precious jewel.”
Thoughts of his mother once again bring tears to my eyes. “Are you sure Ma is going to be all right? I’m sick with worry about her.”
His stare becomes firm as he looks me over. “Darling, she will be more than okay. I promise. Nothing is going to happen to her. Mother is as tough as they come. She’s the paste that holds this broken family together. Without her, my father and brother and I would have parted ways long ago. We stay, though, because of her.”
My eyes flutter shut when his lips find mine again, and he kisses me as if to solidify his promise with it. I cling to it, because once again, I hope that his words are true and I can trust in them.
If Alexander ever becomes bored of me like his past lovers, I’ll die. Plain and simple.
“I can feel myself growing hard inside you. How is it that I’m already eager to make more of this love with you? Under normal circumstances, my body requires rest. Alone. But now, I want to take you again and then I want to rest with you in my arms, dear. You’ve bewitched me, I believe. However, I’m your willing victim.”
I giggle as he begins thrusting at an agonizingly slow pace within me. “Husband, you best be hastening your speed. Because, if you keep it up with your teasing, you’ll be a victim for sure—a victim of having been smothered by a pillow.”
He slams himself into me hard enough to make me scream his name again. “So my sweet wife loves the slow but she also loves the hasty fucking as well? Am I right, love?”
My words are garbled as he takes me roughly. He’s right. I’ll take him any way and at the moment, I’m quite content at the way he owns my body.
When I don’t answer him, his mouth finds my earlobe and he nips at it with his teeth.
“Yes, Alexander. I like it when your lovemaking is turbulent as well. Take me hard,” I instruct as my nails dig into his shoulders.
The moan that rings out into the room is almost embarrassing when he forcefully sucks my neck into his mouth.
“I’m going to impregnate you with my children,” he announces unexpectedly.
I’m too far into the throes of passion to do anything other than nod emphatically. “Yes,” I agree and then give in to another all-consuming orgasm.
The thought of becoming a mother has always been a dream of mine. But hearing it aloud that he, my husband, wants me to be pregnant with his child washes through me, and I’m cloaked in the joy of his proclamation.
He grunts and unloads more of his seed into me. As he settles and relaxes, he once again makes no moves to sever our physical connection. Unlike my lovers in the past, he slides his arms beneath me and hugs me tight. My hands slip into his hair and I hold him to me.
“Don’t ever let me go,” I murmur as I begin to drift to sleep.
His voice is thick with sleepiness but firm. “I’ll never let you go. It isn’t an option. You’re mine until the end, Edith Dumont.”