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“Oh, it’s positively freezing,” I said, my shoulders shaking as Azriel closed the carriage door behind him and pounded on the ceiling. The carriage began to move, much slowerthan it had before, the snow impeding its progress. “I desire nothing more than a warm fire.”

“Nothing more?” Azriel cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure of that?”

“Well, perhaps a little more than that.” I gave him a satisfied grin. “That was rather a service, wasn’t it? You seemed to enjoy yourself a great deal.”

“It was most enjoyable. But there was something that did bother me a little.”

“What is that?”

He went to his knees before me, that devilish, cunning grin on his face, and ran his hands underneath my skirt. “The knowledge that you did not feel pleasure while I did. And I need you pleased, wife.”

“Is that so?” I asked over a sharp breath. “You are truly mad.”

“I am mad?” His hands gripped my stockinged thighs, shoving them apart. “You, who dared such debauchery in a house of God is telling me that I am mad?”

A throaty laugh escaped me, and suddenly Azriel disappeared underneath my skirts. I gasped, my hands braced against the carriage walls either side of me, as Azriel’s mouth closed over my sex, sucking me into his mouth, his tongue probing and licking.

“Oh god, Azriel, what are you doing to me?” I cried out as he hoisted my legs over his shoulders, allowing himself even better access to me, and I clutched my hands to my mouth as he shoved two fingers inside me. His hands were icy, and the violent change of sensation from hot to cold, wet to hard, made my eyes roll back in my head.

“Azriel,” I gasped, my legs shaking. “It is not so far from… Ah!... From the church.”

“Then you had best come quickly, little viper.” It was allhe said before his unrelenting tongue rolled back over my bud, and I suppressed a scream with the palm of my hand.

Thank God the carriage’s progress along the snow lined street was slow, for Azriel, the cad, slowed his movements, drawing out my trembling and quivering, until pleas began to fall from my lips. I needed sweet release, it was too much.

“Please, Azriel.” I mewled, bucking my hips against his face. “Please. Oh god, please.”

The carriage turned, and I knew now we were on the drive down to Linmere. Moments from home. Panic welled inside me, mingled with straining arousal, and with a dark chuckle from underneath my skirts, Azriel’s tongue danced wildly upon me, and he added an extra finger, stretching and pushing as I moaned loudly.

“Yes!” I cried, my hands falling from my mouth and clawing into the seat. I did not care if the driver heard us anymore, for that sweet release was there, right there in front of me. Stars exploded in my vision as the fire burned through me, vicious and beautiful, tearing me apart at the touch of his mouth.

But even as I quivered and shook, it was not enough, not nearly enough. Azriel was like opium. I needed more, always more. I was thoroughly addicted to him. His last long lick, just as the driver rounded to come to a stop at the door, set me on edge once more.

Azriel looked thoroughly pleased as he emerged from beneath my skirts. “Had enough, wife?”

I shook my head, panting. “No, not nearly enough.”

“Then let me get you inside, and see just how much more you can take.”

26

CHRISTMAS MORNING

As it turned out, I could take plenty more, and by the time the sky began to lighten, illuminating the snow-covered ground, Azriel and I were finally asleep in each other’s arms, a tangled, sweaty, sticky mess. But oh, what bliss it was.

A highly recommended first Christmas together as husband and wife.

Our behaviour certainly seemed to confuse the staff, all ready and waiting with Christmas breakfast. Azriel and I did not rise until well after 11 o’clock.

I blinked at the dull light cast in through the window, flexing my hand on Azriel’s hard chest. “It is morning, darling.”

“Mmmm.” He groaned, his arms tightening around me. “It was morning when we finally stopped fucking, beloved.”

I giggled softly, nuzzling into him. “You are quite right.”

“And now, lying here with you, all I can think of is to do it all again.” He rolled me onto my back, kissing my neck as I squealed.

“Azriel, you are insatiable!”