Page 75 of A Wild Spinster for the Duke
“Abel,” she panted feverishly, “we are still on my father’s g-grounds. Perhaps we should… we mustn’t…”
Her half-hearted protest trailed off into a breathy moan as he found the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder, worshiping the tender flesh with his lips and teeth until her nerves tingled with unbearable ecstasy.
“You are my wife now, Bridget,” he growled against her skin, every syllable vibrating through her to her very core. “No force on this earth could compel me to wait a moment longer to revel in that reality.”
With that, he claimed her mouth once more in a blistering kiss that swiftly robbed her of all coherent thought and reason.
Surrendering herself utterly to his questing hands and insistent caresses, she understood that this… this blissful oblivion and the joining of two souls was just the first delicious taste of many things to come.
As the carriage lurched into motion, Bridget allowed herself to be swallowed up by the sweetness of the moment. Nothing had ever felt more right than this, and her soul begged for more. This was what life was about. She could already see it stretching before her, the life that she and Abel could live. Endless, tantalizing pleasures, and a promise of indulgences.
She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as Abel kissed her neck again. Life, as she knew it, was about to change, and she intended to embrace and explore every blissful second of it.
The End?
