World of de Wolfe Pack: Vienna Wolfe (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Imperial Season Book 3)
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Her whole body tingled at his words. Strange heat curled through her belly. “What must I do?”
“Whatever you like. We could begin with a kiss.”
“I would like that,” she whispered, parting her lips as he bent his head.
His kiss began softly, tenderly, causing butterflies to dance and plunge deep within her. At the touch of his tongue, curling heat burst into flames and she opened wide to him, gasping, throwing both arms around him to draw him closer.
He groaned with clear delight. Rather than fearing the movement of his fingers unlacing her gown, she wriggled with pleasure at their touch. Gown, undergown and chemise soon lay in a puddle around her feet and she stood before him totally naked.
His eyes drank her in, devoured her. Her breathing came in pants. God help her, she didn’t feel remotely ashamed. Instead, she felt at once gloriously powerful and deliciously weak. With a muttered curse, he swept her up against him, his buttons abrading the sensitive skin of her breasts, and carried her the few paces to the bed.
“I want to see you,” she whispered, among the pillows as he lay over her.
“You shall,” he assured her, shrugging out of his coat. He drew her hands inside his shirt before he lowered his head to her throat, dragging his mouth downwards to her breasts. She thought she would die of bliss.
Afterwards, when she dwelled on this first coupling, she could never quite be sure of the order things happened. She was sure he was at least partly inside her before all his clothes were off. It never seemed to matter. His hot, smooth back undulated beneath her hands in the intense, sweet motion of love, showing her, teaching her, bringing her by slow, patient, oh-so-delicious stages to a blinding joy she had never expected.
Afterwards, she lay in his arms, her hair falling across his still heaving chest as she lazily kissed it. She smiled. She felt, as the English said, like the cat with the cream.
“And now,” he said, “we can join our guests. You may enjoy the party without worrying about what’s to come.”
“We can,” she agreed. Her smile broadening, she rolled herself boldly over his body, and kissed his mouth.
“Or,” she murmured against his lips, “perhaps we could do this just once more before we go down.”
“It would hurt you,“ he said, closing his arms around her and tumbling her again beneath him. “And even I am not so selfish.”
Her disappointment must have stood out clearly on her face, for a rather wolfish smile spread over his. “On the other hand...” He kissed her, open-mouthed, with blatant sensuality. “On the other hand, there are many routes to pleasure. Let me show you another...”
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And so it was some time before the newlyweds joined their guests for the wedding breakfast. Opinions varied as to whether the earl had been swiftly exerting his conjugal rights —after all, an heir was needed and, by tradition, the groom should be inebriated by tonight—or if his bride had thrown some kind of tantrum. Whatever, they appeared to be in perfect accord as they sat side by side beneath the portraits of more long-dead Wolfes.
“Who is that?” Elise asked him once, indicating a modern painting of an armored knight on horseback, his helmet held in front of him as he gazed fearlessly into the distance from just one eye. The other was covered by a square of black cloth.
“Our progenitor,” the earl said. “The semi-legendary Sir William de Wolfe, the first earl. A fierce, thirteenth century warlord who let nothing stand in his way, by all accounts. My father commissioned it, insisting it be painted from actual descriptions of him in surviving texts.”
“I always said he sounded like Francis,” Caroline contributed from his other side. “I’m sure that’s why Papa had it done.”
Elise regarded the picture thoughtfully. “Do you think he’d be pleased that you married an enemy?”
“France is no longer our enemy,” Warenton pointed out. He glanced up at his ancestor and smiled. “But yes, I think he would. I think he’d understand perfectly.”
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VIENNA WALTZ (The Imperial Season, Book 1)
VIENNA WOODS (The Imperial Season, Book 2)
VIENNA DAWN (The Imperial Season, Book 3)
REBEL OF ROSS
A PRINCE TO BE FEARED: the love story of Vlad Dracula
AN ENDLESS EXILE
A WORLD TO WIN
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