“But what do you mean, am I not already yours, James?”
“What we did in the coach together, and the way it made you feel? I’ll do that…and more. Much more.” She swallowed deeply, and her lovely neck pulsed down to the hollow of her throat and bobbed back up. “And we will be very close with each other, and yes, Celeste, you are already mine.”
She blushed prettily and nodded her head, and he wondered if she really understood his very brief explanation. Who knew what her mother had told her about the marriage bed, if anything at all. Mrs. DuBois seemed a rather silly woman in his estimation, but she had brought Celeste into the world so he was grateful to his mother-in-law for that at least.
“All right, James, I will come.”
Yes, you will, beautiful one, I’ll make sure of it…and so will I.
Bertrice the maid left the room with barely a click to the door when she closed it behind her. Celeste took a deep breath and looked at herself in the full length mirror of her dressing area and tried to calm her nerves but it was no use. She was shaking at the thought of what James had told her before he’d left her with Bertrice to prepare for bed. “What we did in the coach together, and the way it made you feel? I’ll do that…and more. Much more.”
The very idea of feeling that way again was alarming. James had touched her intimately and now he was going to do even more than what he’d done in the coach? A long shiver rolled through her spine and she took a few more deep breaths. Bed. He’d also made it sound as if she would be sleeping in his bed tonight—with him! The idea was confusing to her because her mother had specifically told her that her new husband would desire to sleep separate from her. She’d explained to Celeste how lords and ladies always kept to their own rooms and if Lord Blackwood had need of her he would come to her as he wished. Her mother had also told Celeste to be a dutiful wife and to be agreeable to whatever Lord Blackwood demanded of her, and she would be rewarded with her own babies which would make her husband happy. And that was the sum total of wisdom Celeste had been given about being a good wife.
He told me to come to him in his room. Celeste just felt so very unsure of everything at the moment. This strange house, her new role as mistress, being a countess, these luxurious but very unfamiliar rooms, James’ behavior in the coach, all combined to have her wound into the tightest of knots in apprehension. But still, she was curious, and would rather be with him than all alone in this strange house. She reminded herself that James had never been cruel to her, nor had he ever been anything other than a gentleman every time she’d been in his company. And he was her husband now and she loved babies. The idea of having her own children was a happy one, and she hoped she would have lots of little boys and girls to love. If that would make James happy too, as her mother had said, then all the better.
And if it was James’ wish for her to sleep in his bedroom tonight, and to come to him dressed only in her pale pink nightdress with her hair down loose around her shoulders, then of course, she would do it.
Celeste walked slowly to the door James had pointed out to her earlier, turned the heavy latch, and slipped inside the master’s chamber.
Her first awareness was the spiced scent she’d come to associate with him clinging to the air. He always smelt so divine to her. She recalled his unique scent from their first meeting when he’d carried her to safety. Like shaving soap mixed with exotic spices. She would never forget it until her dying day.
Celeste breathed in a lungful of James and moved further into the room, taking in the enormous carved bed draped in silk bed curtains and wondering where her husband had got to because the master’s chamber was most definitely empty.
CHAPTER 5
These were most assuredly rooms for a man, Celeste thought as she familiarized herself with her surroundings. The master’s chamber was done in opulent burgundy silk and rich brown leather; the colors tempering the heavy furniture from too much severity while retaining a masculine quality completely absent from the pale décor of her suite.
But the bed was a daunting thing all on its own, and she shivered at the thought she was to sleep in it tonight. Everything was so new and strange and she had no idea what she was supposed to do, or how to behave, or anything at all. And James was nowhere to be seen even though he’d said he would be waiting for her to come to him. “James?” she called, but heard no response or sounds.
Feeling a bit weary after the long day and travel, Celeste made her way over to the huge carved bed, climbed atop it, and was pleased to find it was much softer than it looked. In fact it felt deliciously comfortable as she sat upon it waiting for her husband to come and “make her his completely” whatever that meant.
James found her curled in the middle of his bed and had to admit she looked perfect sleeping there. He’d never seen her asleep before and realized this was just another first of many for him with her. She was also achingly beautiful from her chestnut hair loose and wild upon the bed covers, to the form of her full breasts and long legs under the silky nightdress, down to her pretty feet peeping out from the bottom of the hem.
And it all belonged to him.
He desperately wanted to see her clothed in nothing but her beautiful hair, but realized in that very moment he felt so much more than just sexual desire for his Celeste. He wanted to take her badly, yes, but she was more than just an easy fuck to him because he had a husband’s rights to her now. James also recognized that his feelings for Celeste had been unique since the very first moment he’d seen her. She’d gotten into his heart somehow just like an arrow shot from Cupid’s bow.
He sat on the bed beside her and drew her into his arms, burying his face at her neck and inhaling the intoxicating floral scent of her. She came awake and spoke his name sleepily, “James?”
James loved the way Celeste said it, the slight French accent beneath the proper English pronunciation, which made sense because her people had deep connections to the noble houses of France. Despite their new wealth, the DuBois family had a pedigree which probably trumped his on paper. Nobody could find fault with her as a bride, not that he cared what anybody thought. Hell, his own father had never shied away from giving him advice over the years. Be quick about marrying and getting an heir once you inherit, son. James had inherited the title over two years ago, and there was only one way that he knew of to make an heir.
Lately he’d used up plenty of hours thinking about Celeste and what it would feel like to be inside her—to fuck her wildly until his raging desires placated to the point he could think normally again. James had to admit he’d been nothing even close to ‘normal’ lately. He’d used all of his normalcy up on dreams of taking her in his bed every night, and the joy of getting lost in the pleasure of her young body. But what if she didn’t understand his needs? What if she hated the sex…or him? Celeste was no practiced strumpet making her living entertaining male companions. She was an innocent girl with no experience or knowledge in the ways of carnal pleasures, and he’d spent hours thinking on that, too. He would have to instruct her.
Before he rescued her that night he’d never given women much notice beyond the tarts at social events or the whores from the bordello he preferred when he was of a need. But then he’d never wanted a woman like he wanted Celeste. She was probably the biggest shock of his life. Finding her that night, and then once she was in his arms and safe, he’d found he didn’t want to let her go. He was unable to let her go, so the only alternative was to marry her and make her his.
James had been further surprised when she accepted his proposal without even a hint of hesitation. He’d worried she might hold bad feelings for the way in which they had first met, remembering her traumatic ordeal and wishing to forget everything about that night, even his timely rescue of her. But not his brave Celeste. She’d never shown that she associated the unpleasant memories of the Hellfire Club ritual to him, nor to his courtship of her, either. Quite the opposite in fact. She often called him, mon beau sauveur, her handsome savior, which j
ust made her all the more remarkable in his mind. Quite simply, he was a very lucky man, and now it was time for him to show her all that he felt.
“I love seeing you in my bed, Celeste,” he told her softly, cupping her cheek and holding her face to his so he could see her eyes, and she could see his. “You belong in it.”
She nuzzled her cheek into his palm before saying, “You weren’t here when I came in and so I waited for you.” She looked so vulnerable and soft as she stared up at him. “I just closed my eyes for a moment and I suppose I fell asleep.”
“I know, I had to organize something and it took me longer than I thought, but I am here now.” She smiled up at him as if she was happy to see him, and that Cupid’s arrow just burrowed deeper into his heart. “Are you awake now, beautiful one, because I don’t want to sleep just yet.”
“Yes, I am,” she whispered, her eyes widening as he cupped one lush breast through the silk of her nightgown and found her nipple with his fingers. He plucked at it until it tightened into a pretty rosebud that he needed to feel under his tongue.
“Good,” he said as he reached down to take the hard peak in his mouth, “because there’s plenty to do in this bed before we sleep.”
She arched when he made contact, in effect thrusting her breasts toward him even closer. He just sucked on her through the silk, the fabric adding to the friction as it saturated with his saliva, and held her firmly. He wasn’t going to be finished with her until this annoying ‘virgin problem’ was well behind them.
“Because I am taking you now, and not heaven nor earth will stop me this time.”
Celeste didn’t care what James was doing to her anymore. None of the embarrassment was even a concern for her now because it all felt too good to worry about.
He’d wasted no time untying the cord at the neck of her nightgown and drawing it away, pushing her gown open and off her shoulders to bare her breasts to his hungry eyes. “So beautiful you are,” he said in awe before he started cupping and lifting them with both hands. He seemed to be transfixed by her breasts in fact, and spent equal amounts of time lavishing kisses upon each one, giving more attention to her nipples than anything. Over and over he’d take one of the aching buds deeply into his mouth before pulling away to release it with a dragging suck, and just a hint of his teeth. He suckled one to the point of pain before retreating to the other side to use his mouth there, his fingers taking over where his mouth had left off. Sucking on one nipple and teasing the other with his fingers, rolling and pinching the puckered flesh until she was whimpering beneath him and nearly incoherent from the feelings it made in her. It was so good.
James was very much in control of her and Celeste could do nothing but give herself up for more.
He gave her plenty more.
Her nightgown was jerked down her body further and further until it was completely off her and discarded somewhere, probably the floor. She felt the coolness of the air on her naked flesh in conflict with the burning heat consuming her everywhere else. James stared down at her body and she could see the hunger in his expression…as if he might eat her. “You are exquisite, Celeste,” he murmured. But then he dropped his head and proceeded to roam his lips wherever he deemed, on and over her bared skin: breasts, neck, throat, shoulders, belly…everywhere. She was totally exposed as he took every liberty imaginable with her, using his tongue to lick and caress sensitive places she never knew were so alive with feeling.
As shocking as it was to submit to such intimate touches, it all felt too good for Celeste to be distressed that she was splayed out naked while her new husband still had his robe. James had come to her wearing a dark blue smoking jacket of full-length heavy silk, but she suspected it was the only thing between him and his own nakedness. Was James going to be nude as well? What would it feel like to have his bare skin touching hers? At this moment he felt incredibly hard as he rocked his hips into her over and over, covering and pressing her down into the mattress.
Very hard and very big between his hips. She knew what it was. His male part—his cock. Celeste knew that much, and of course she’d seen the male sex organ before—just not one of an adult male. And there was indeed a huge difference between a boy child and what James had pressed against her right now.
James pulled back and sat on his knees, looking down at her with hooded eyes again. A whimper of protest escaped her throat at the loss of him covering her, the cool air rushing in to take the place of his warmth.
But James just chuckled softly and knifed both of his hands in between her legs, spreading them wide as he held her open with his palms pressed firmly to the insides of her thighs. Oh God, no! He stared at her exposed cunny and licked his lips, as if he intended to devour her, but then his head dipped lower and—
Her eyes rolled back in her head when she felt his tongue lick along the seam of her sex.
CHAPTER 6
The feel and scent of her cunt against his mouth mingled with her taste turned him into a beast. James knew his finely honed self-control was about to take a leaping jump off of a ledge and there was nothing he could do about it. It was too late for that.
He delved his tongue deeper inside her before pulling out again, laving up and down until he found her clit between his lips as he sucked. That did it. Celeste arched violently against him and cried out, but he held her down firmly with his hands and kept right on lashing at her pussy. She tasted so fine, and felt so amazing against his lips and tongue he couldn’t stop. Her responsiveness taught him to know he’d be doing this to her often, and he couldn’t wait to instruct her on how to do the same for him. The thought of his cock being sucked between her pretty rosebud lips just about had him ready to spill.
A moment later he felt her passage walls begin to pulse around his tongue dipped inside her, and knew she was about to come. “Feel it all, Celeste.” James was determined to have her thoroughly pleasured before he took her for the first time, hoping the climax would ease his way.
“Jaaaaames!” she wailed as she bucked against his lips. Her inner thighs trembled violently against his hands as she arched her back and submitted to the orgasm, but he held her firm, stilling his tongue on her clit, allowing her to experience the sensations fully. She moaned softly, her shuddering ceasing until all he could feel were the movements caused by her deep breathing. After a moment her hands tangled into his hair, but James was unsure if she was trying to pull him closer or to push him away. There was no point to being shy with him now, he thought wryly. He’d seen her and tasted her, and now…he was finally going to experience the pleasure of fucking her.
James backed onto his knees once more and gripped both cheeks of her bum, squeezing the lush flesh, but mostly to allow her to feel his touch upon her body, and to know there was no part of her that would be denied him. She belonged to him in every way and he intended to take his full portion.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he groaned, pulling her spread up against his hips to mount her.
But in order to open his robe and align his cock he had to take his hands away…and that’s when Celeste made a feeble attempt to shield her lovely cunt from him. With wide eyes and her hands down between her thighs, she stared at his stiff cock pointing straight at her. Her breasts heaved as she trembled from the aftereffects of her orgasm…and she looked terrified of him.
Fucking hell!
“Don’t be afraid, Celeste,” he crooned, gently taking her wrists in his hands and pinning them to the bed as he stretched out over her. “You are so beautiful to me. You have always been beautiful to me.” He whispered up against her neck and throat, softly, gently, but never stopping in his praise. “Every part of you is lovely and I want you so badly. I need to be inside you…here.” He nudged the head of his cock into the gate of her entrance, fighting back the urge to bury himself to the hilt into her hot, wet, passage. Instead, he summoned every ounce of control he could fathom, found her mouth, and kissed her deeply. Once he felt her lose the stiffness beneath him, he pushed his
tongue in, circling forcefully over every part he could reach, pulling her back into the sensations that had teased her awake before. His little virgin had passion in her most surely. He just needed to stoke the embers until she was a blazing fire again.
It didn’t take long.
After she softened beneath him he pulled away from the kiss to hold her face, his lips hovering right over hers. He waited until she opened her eyes and he could see her countenance. She still breathed heavy from her climax of a moment ago, and though her eyes were wide as she stared up at him, they did not present as fearful. He pressed his cock into her a little deeper. Her eyes flared with unmistakable desire. The gesture told him exactly what he needed to know, and it was a good thing because he could barely think anymore.
James thrust his throbbing cock the rest of the way into her hot virgin cove and buried himself all the way to his bollocks.
Celeste felt the most intense fullness break inside her, and then a sharp give in her body internally—deep in her sex where James had just slid his cock! There was some pain, but oddly she didn’t want him gone from her body. She needed him like this. Craved it even, if that was possible. It felt—it felt like something she couldn’t live without in the moment.
He groaned deeply and kissed her again, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth in another form of penetration. James seemed to know exactly what he wanted from her, so she allowed herself to be led along. She was no longer in control of her body. Her husband was in control.
“You feel like heaven,” he said against her lips. “Did that h-hurt you?”
“No, James,” she answered and shook her head. “I need more.”
His eyes flared and Celeste thought he looked pleased at her answer because he dropped his lips down to kiss her again. As his tongue swirled and claimed her mouth he began to move his hips, causing his hard cock to slide in and out of her. Slowly at first, but the penetrations of his demanding flesh grew more intense as he took her onward. The sting of pain disappeared completely, and in its place a burning fire of need and wantonness had started to rage. James continued to thrust more deeply, more forcefully with every stroke and she couldn’t hold back her own body’s need to move. She felt the slippery heat of sweat and smelled the scents of skin and naked bodies.
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