Page 120 of Enslaved
She obediently lifted her glass to her lips and lifted one leg at the same time. “Take off my stocking.” He slipped it off her leg and kissed her toes before he lifted her other leg to repeat the pretty gesture. She finished her wine and unhooked the fastenings on her corset. When she looked up at him, he hadn’t started to remove his clothes.
“Hurry,” she urged, stretching wantonly on the drift of snowy sheets.
He swallowed hard, wondering how he was going to deny himself.
“My favorite thing in the whole world is lying naked together and kissing,” she informed him.
Mark removed his shirt and trousers slowly, delaying the torture that awaited him. “Kissing is all you’re going to get,” he warned.
She looked at him to see if he was teasing. He wasn’t. He fully intended to deny himself for her sake. He was being noble. She decided to change his mind.
“Well, you’re the master, and I did promise to obey you.” She reached up and slowly removed her earrings.
Mark could stay away from her no longer. His side of the bed sagged under his weight and Diana rolled against him.
“I’d forgotten how muscular your chest was,” she said, running her hands over him.
“We’ll wait until you are stronger, sweetheart. A few days of good food and exercise and you’ll be fully recovered from your ordeal.”
She moved over him so that her pale breasts lay on his darkly furred chest. “I know a wonderful exercise, but I did promise to obey you.”
“You’re cock-teasing,” he whispered between kisses.
She moved her hand down his body. “It’s working.” She moved once more, so that now her bottom half also lay atop of him. “When you carried me across the threshold, you said we had to obey all the rules. Isn’t consummation the cardinal rule?”
Mark groaned, then said hoarsely, “I’m trying not to be selfish.”
She moved against him erotically. “Oh please, darling, be selfish!”
Their kisses deepened dangerously. To distract her, Mark asked her to describe a Roman wedding.
“It’s a long story, and it will be my pleasure to describe all the intimate details … after.”
“After?” he asked huskily, knowing he was going to give in. He had the strangest feeling they had exchanged these exact words before. He knew if he allowed her to remain in the dominant position, she would exhaust herself. He rolled with her until they were on their sides, then lifted her knee so that it rested on his hip.
She kissed his heart, then stretched so that her lips rested against the powerful column of his throat. She offered up a prayer of thanks that her baby was safe between their hearts. She wouldn’t tell him tonight. She would embrace her secret a little while longer.
Because he had tried to deny himself, Mark was iron hard and throbbing. He rubbed the engorged head of his shaft along her silken cleft, slowly. Each time it caressed her bud, heightening the sultry sensations until she became taut. When she closed her eyelids, all was black shot with silvery light; as she became aroused, the dazzling silver turned to gold, then changed again to crimson when he thrust all the way into her. The beautiful red color stayed with her, bringing her as much pleasure as his thick phallus sliding in and out in a rhythm that matched their heartbeats. Determined that this loving would not turn savage, Mark made it deep, slow, and sensual. Finally, the color beneath her lids intensified to deep purple and she licked and sucked his neck as her pulsations began and seemed to go on and on endlessly. When he spent, she climaxed again.
Mark withdrew and turned her so that she lay in the curve of his big body, spoon-fashion. She sighed with repletion, marveling that she could feel so luscious without even exerting herself. His hands caressed her breasts and belly. “You have such loving hands.”
He threaded his fingers into the golden curls on her high mons and cupped her with his palm, in complete possession. “Tell me about a Roman wedding,” he whispered.
She described all the lovely things she had planned for her wedding to Marcus, then she told him of the customs. When she finished, he tightened his arms about her and confessed, “These last few weeks I secretly feared you had gone back in time again … back to Marcus.”
“Darling, you are Marcus.”
“I know that now.”
“I can never go back. That time is finished. Our time together is here and now.”
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you,” she whispered back. She realized that love was far more important than marriage. Marriage was wonderful, but love was better. She had always hoped she could convince him. It was the most precious wedding present he could have given her.
They spent the morning riding in the spring sunshine. They left the parkland of Hardwick Hall behind as they rode out across fields filled with wildflowers. Diana took him up the heights of Landsdown, where the track for chariot races had been laid out, then they rode up Hay Hill into what was left of the vineyards.
On the way back to the hall, she insisted on racing. When she arrived at the stables, he was there awaiting her with uplifted arms. She went down into them for a kiss, her hair in a golden tangle, her cheeks blooming with roses.
