Page 44 of Enchanted By the Lyon
“I’m here now,” he said in a husky whisper and she lowered her head to kiss him.
If her kiss could be an expression of words, it proved to Lucius she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. For months he had waited to make this lady his in every way. He lifted her up and slowly lowered her onto his manhood, moving slowly in a rhythm that was sensual and only made him want her more. She leaned her head back as she moaned in pleasure while he sucked each one of her breasts in turn. But confined within the limits of her bath, he was left straining for freedom.
“Hold tight,” he murmured as he stood, lifting her in his arms and carrying her over to the bed.
“Lucius, we’re dripping wet,” she declared, laughing.
He nuzzled her neck. “Don’t care…”
Their lovemaking took on a new turn. Lucius was determined to know every inch of his beautiful lady and he took his time kissing every part of her skin. Her moans of pleasure only heightened his desire for her and when he finally took her again there was a frantic need to find their release. And when they reached their climax together, they each said one another’s name as they floated down from the heavens and relaxed in one another’s arms.
He pulled her closer into his embrace and her fingertips ran across his furred chest. “You were right,” he said slowly still feeling the effects of their first time together.
She lifted her head from its place on his shoulder to gaze upon him with half-closed eyes. “About what?” she asked.
“Youwereworth the wait. I swear I’m never going to leave your side or this room again,” he declared leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
She gave a light laugh. “We may wish to move to your room eventually, my love, or at least downstairs so the servants don’t think we’re entirely wicked.”
Lucius pulled her up so he could gaze directly into her face. He cupped her cheek as she leaned into his palm. “I don’t give a fig what the servants think,” he declared before bestowing another kiss upon her lips. “Although I suppose we will eventually need to head back to London. Constable Jones will need a statement from you along with other details about your abduction.”
She traced his jaw with one finger. “Remind me to tell you later where I found Rupert’s will.”
His eyes widened. “You found it?”
“Yes. That last morning after you saw me home,” she answered before continuing. “But I don’t want to talk about any of that right now. Not when you could be making love to me again.”
Lucius wasn’t about to deny his lady any of his attention and for a while they were lost in the moment of being in each other’s arms. As he began making his way down her body trailing kisses along her skin, he looked up to see her watching him intently.
“You will marry me, of course.”
She smiled brightly. “Are you asking or telling me?”
He gave her a roguish grin already knowing his answer. “Will you do me the honor of taking me as your husband, Cassandra?”
She took hold of his arms and he moved back up her body to hover over it. “I thought you would never ask.”
As they sealed their fate together with a kiss, Lucius could never think of a time when he had ever been happier. He had found a woman who was his match in every way. Someone who not only could challenge him intellectually but also stand beside him as an equal partner to go through life. A loving, caring, and beautiful woman that he would one day call his wife. He was indeed a lucky man and would never take Cassandra’s love for granted. She had enchanted him at first glance and he now could accept the fact that he would never be the same again.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lucius’s manor homewas full to the point of being overcrowded with members of thetonwho were here to celebrate their engagement. Cassandra watched him from across the room as he stood with his friends Saxton, Wickes, and Asher. His brother was also by his side along with Valentine. There were other men in their circle. Josephine’s brother Simon was laughing at something Asher’s brother Gideon had said. All were handsome devils, Cassandra thought and one day the single men of their group may one day be just as happily coupled with a lovely lady… that is, if they could be as lucky.
Her eyes skimmed the crowd and she noticed Prudence and Abigail Danvers whispering behind the fans they held up to their mouths. Cassandra didn’t realize they were on the attendance list but she supposed to exclude them would offend their mother. Still… the way they were inspecting everyone in the room, she had the feeling those two would contribute some bit of gossip to theTeatime Tattlerin tomorrow’s edition.
“Do you suppose there is any way at all that I could ask the Danvers sisters to leave?” Cassandra asked her friends.
Moriah took a sip of her wine. “At least we won’t be the reason behind any more of the tittle tattle they feed the editorto whom they report. Samuel Clemens is relentless for news and the sisters are more than happy to provide him what they learn.”
Josephine sighed. “They must be getting paid a substantial amount of money for them to be so thorough, even if some of their tales are lies.”
Patience nodded. “How else do you think he sells so many papers? Lies or the truth, Society just gobbles up whatever that rag puts in print.” She put her empty glass on the tray of a passing servant. “Which reminds me… OurWicked Widows Clubhas come to an end. What are we going to call ourselves once Cassandra is finally wed?”
“Happy?” she asked smiling. Cassandra pulled Patience to her side linking her arm through her friends. The other two women did the same until they formed a circle. “Through all the hardships of our lives, I am indeed thankful that our friendship has survived all these years. I don’t know what I would have done without you and your support.”
Moriah wiped at a tear in her eye. “Nonsense. You’re the one who took us in when we were basically left out on the streets. We’re the ones who will be forever grateful for your friendship.”
“And for paying such a huge sum to Mrs. Dove-Lyon to find us husbands,” Josephine added. “That in itself is a debt I can never repay.”
