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Now, she wanted him to take all of her.

As though he had read her mind, Robert thrust until his shaft was fully buried inside of her and he could go no further.

“Oh,” she let out a long sigh, her dark, wet cavern stretched tightly around his thick shaft like a glove.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She nodded.

His hips pulled back, and he slammed into her. She could not help the squeal that escaped her, her eyes and mouth wide open, veins bulging at her temples as he entered her again and again.

He grunted with effort, each thrust causing sizzling pleasure to shoot indiscriminately through her, the pain now a distant memory. Her veins floodedwith bliss,, and she clenched herself around his throbbing rod to feel each ridge and swollen vein as he moved inside of her.

“More. Please.More,” she groaned, her eyes scrunched shut, her hips canting up to meet his.

“Such a good girl for me. You take me so well, wife,” he murmured hoarsely.

It was almost too much to bear. Her stomach swooped with butterflies, her legs and feet tingled with electricity, and her vision blurred with pleasure. She gave herself over to hersensations and was lost in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy, eruption, and repletion.

Her body could not stop shaking even as Robert groaned loudly, his manhood pulsing inside her after a final forceful thrust of his hips. Georgiana felt a liquid warmth fill her as he released his seed.

She lay gasping on the table, her gown askew, her legs still wrapped around his waist as he collapsed on top of her.

“Why… did we wait… so long… to do that?” she asked between pants of breath.

He huffed in exhausted amusement.

“Do not worry, darling. We shall do it again, many more times,” he said and pressed a soft kiss on her jaw.

Robert could not deny the triumph he felt at finally possessing his wife.

It was certainly worth the wait.

He felt especially proud that he had been able to give Georgiana so much pleasure. Seeing her flushed and debauched face had been the greatest reward he could ever have imagined. Thedazed expression she wore for the rest of the evening was a constant source of delight.

He knew that some of the guests could surmise from her hastily neatened hair and the glow of her skin, exactly what they had been doing following their disappearance, but Robert could not bring himself to care a whit. After all, she was his wife.

Now he could no longer recall whyhe had waited for so long to take her.

Perhaps some part of me knew just how good it would be. That it would obliterate everything that came before.

It was all he could do to restrain himself from touching some part of her throughout the rest of the evening. It was only Daisy’s presence that stopped him from jumping on Georgiana in the carriage.

When they arrived at the house they both hesitated, uncertain how to take leave of each other or even if they should. But Daisy linked her arm with Georgiana’s and led her away.

Robert watched them go with a sigh, then walked to his own chambers.

Georgiana nestled under her covers, turned onto her side and stared at the full moon as it shone its ghostly light through her window.

Her body was incredibly relaxed, but her mind was a maze of questions. She shivered each time she recalled their tryst in the library. She could still feel him inside of her.

What does it all mean?

She was alone in her bed. After Daisy wished her a good night’s sleep, she had expected Robert to knock on her door and join her, but the corridor had remained silent. Georgiana felt confused and disappointed.

Was it just passion in the heat of the moment and nothing more? What is happening?

She knew she could get up, walk to Robert’s room, and askhimthe questions that she was asking herself, but she felt paralyzed by indecision.