Page 72 of The Traitor
Likeavillageswainkisseshisdamsel.She pulled his hair rather than struggle for the words, holding him still so she could possess his mouth. When Sebastian broke the kiss and cradled her head against his shoulder, they were both breathing hard.
Milly waited, the rain pounding down outside a perfect metaphor for the tumult inside her. They were not finished. Heaven help her, they were not even started, and already, she was struggling against the urge to weep.
***
Sebastian rested his chin on his wife’s crown and mentally grabbed for some…some restraint. Thank God his path had not previously crossed that of any village girls, if Milly’s kisses were an indication of how they went about their pleasures.
He’d have marks on his arse from the way she clutched at him. Marks he’d delight in knowing she had put there.
“Stop wiggling.” He delighted as well in her name: Milly St. Clair. She’d think him daft if he appended it to his every remark.
“Wiggling is part of it,” Milly replied, tracing her tongue up his throat. God abide, she was a fast learner. “Perhaps you’d care to demonstrate?”
The way she patted his backside…affection, command, protectiveness, and desire, all in one small, warm caress.
“Not until you stop thrashing about.”
The slow undulations of her hips ceased, like an ocean going quiet as the wind died. And yet, like an ocean, Sebastian could feel currents moving in her even when the surface of her appeared calm.
He shifted his weight to one elbow, took his cock in one hand, and nudged among her damp folds. “Do not think of moving.”
An intended command came out sounding like the plea that it was. Milly kissed his throat and brushed her hand over his arse.
Reassuringly?
He pushed forward cautiously, assured himself he’d located the proper trajectory, and hitched himself over her.
“Sebastian, I want—” She grabbed two handfuls of his backside and gave him a solid squeeze.
“Hold on as tight as you please. It helps me…” Helped him resist the urge to charge headlong.
“I want to move. Ineedto move. It isn’t fair that you’re moving…”
He quieted her with a shallow rhythm, a slow, gentle invasion and retreat that would last as long as he needed it to. “Move, then. Never let it be said I was unfair to my bride.”
What followed was a conversation of bodies new to each other, and in some sense, new to the business of lovemaking. For Sebastian, anything but a mindless rogering between strangers had been beyond his reach for years, and for Milly…
He was her first, her only. No man had even kissed her before he’d appropriated that privilege for himself, and that…suggested he had judgment superior to any of the Englishmen strutting about old Albion.
She delighted him, with her hair pulling and arse grabbing, but now that the moment of consummation was upon them, she delighted him with her trust. Her maneuvers were delicate, questions rather than commands. A flex of her hips here, then a pause.HaveIgotthatright?
He answered as civilly as enthusiasm would allow, with incrementally deeper thrusts.Perfect. You’re perfect. Again, please.
Rhythm took over, not his, not hers,theirrhythm. Milly’s sighs fanned past Sebastian’s neck; she hooked her ankles at the small of his back.
He could hear her body awakening, could sense passion overcoming all her caution and self-restraint, and the wonder he felt to witness her transformation aided his control.
“You’ll not rush me, love.” A vow, one that ought to be included in the wedding ceremony.
“You’ll not… Oh,Sebastian.”
Sebastian understood torment in all its forms. As Milly unraveled beneath him, bucking into his thrusts, mashing her face into the crook of his shoulder, moaning softly against his neck, he had his first experience with the bliss that lay on the far side of torment.
For her, he could endure the sharp, burning ache of unfulfilled desire. For her, he could go quiet, stroking his hand over her hair, cherishing her in silence while his body clamored in vain for its own satisfaction.
Her moment was his, her pleasure his goal and his glory.
“Sebastian St. Clair.” She kissed his jaw. “You…You… I shall cry now. Please tell me it’s permitted. Nobody warns one, nobody even hints…”
