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Her words had the hoped-for effect; Sebastian’s pupils dilated, his breath hitched, and he reached for her.

“Temptress,” he accused, before his lips crashed down upon hers, claiming them fiercely. “Do you know how much I’ve struggled, resisting you? I’ve wanted to ravish you since I saw you walking towards me this morning.”

“I imagine the guests would have been slightly put out,” Lillian teased in return, “Though you might have tried in the carriage - we were in it for seven hours.”

He growled; his desire now fully unleashed. He pressed her against him, so she could feel his hardness against her. He kissed her again, his tongue hungrily exploring the recesses of her mouth - but it was not enough.

With a groan of longing, Sebastian lifted her into his arms, to carry her to bed - but it was not her bed he took her to. He moved towards the other side of the room, to a door which Lillian had not yet noticed.

“I don’t know how I expected to resist you, when you were sleeping but a small distance away,” he chuckled, as he pushed open the door to reveal his own bedchamber.

It was slightly larger than her own, decorated in dark wood paneling and shades of blue. A four-poster bed, with blue velvet drapes, stood at the head of the room, and Sebastian made a beeline for it.

“I wish to take you as my wife, in my bed,” he whispered, as he laid her down atop the sumptuous quilts.

He placed his body over her, his arms pinning her beneath him. Lillian wriggled in anticipation, as a delicious tingle of longing ran through her.

Sebastian dropped a kiss on her lips, then continued down the soft skin of her neck, until he reached her breasts. He did not have the patience to remove her nightrail; instead, he captured her nipple in his mouth, suckling it through the flimsy lace.

Lillian whimpered, as the feel of his hot mouth set off an ache of longing deep within her. She bucked her hips, rubbing herself against his manhood, in an attempt to hurry him on.

“Patience,” he whispered, as he pulled up her nightrail to her hips. His hand casually stroked her hips, his fluttering touches sending shivers through her. Lower he went, teasing the delicate skin of her inner thighs with feathery touches.

Gently, he nudged her knees apart, so she was displayed to him, and ran a finger along her lips.

“Are you certain?” he teased, as his fingers -slick with her wetness- found her nub.

“Certain,” she replied, though her answer was lost as she gasped with pleasure.

She closed her eyes, lost to sensation, as her husband’s wicked hands drove her closer and closer to climax. She was almost there, when Sebastian’s resolve shattered.

He pulled away to shrug off his shirt and pull off his breeches, before returning to their initial position, with her trapped beneath him.

“I take you as my wife,” he whispered, in an echo of his earlier vows.

He pressed the tip of his erection against her entrance, leaning down to capture her mouth as he plunged inside her. Lillian moaned against his lips, pleasure rippling through her as he filled her very being.

He thrust deep inside her, his expression one of ecstasy.

“I love you,” he whispered, as his movements became more urgent.

She clung to him, her hands clinging to his back, as he drove them both to the brink.

“I love you too,” she whimpered, before her climax took hold. She broke, as waves of pleasure lapped through her body. The feel of her orgasm brought Sebastian to his own climax and he groaned as he spilled himself within her.

They were one, she thought dreamily, as she stroked his hair. Joined body and soul, forever.

The End