Page 20 of His Regency Goddess (Curves & Cravats)
Chapter Twenty
And just as quick as the strike of the anvil, they were married. Sin would be the first to admit that he was feeling very much the blushing bride, besotted as he was with his wife. He recalled the huskiness of her voice as she said yes to becoming his bride. Her words were sure and spoken without falter as she held his gaze. Those tiny details spoke volumes to him; they told him she was making the decision confidently and without doubts.
Sophie had just finished dressing and was ready to go downstairs to meet his father, Margot, and Daniel for a celebratory evening meal. She hummed softly to herself as he walked over and embraced her from behind.
“I adore you, Sophie. I look at you and wonder at how unbelievably fortuitous it was that I laid my eyes on you the very first day I returned home. Not a single moment was wasted on not being enthralled by you.”
“Sin, that is incredibly touching. I want to pinch myself as a reminder that this is real. These few weeks you have showered me with more love than I received in all the years of my first marriage.”
“There is a simple reason for that.”
“Oh. Do tell?” she teased, as she turned around to give him a sweet kiss.
“I fell in lust the moment I laid my eyes on you but when you stood by that Botticelli —beautiful and challenging my thoughts—I am adamant that is the moment when I fell in love with you. Even if I did not know it at the time.”
Tears welled in her eyes. She did not respond with words but captured his mouth in a searing kiss. He returned it ardently, the emotion between them only intensifying the moment.
He felt her groan in his mouth, the vibration a gentle purr as she placed her hands at the back of his head and pulled him in closer. Unable to restrain himself, he roughly grabbed at the flesh of her curves. He loved how her breast spilled over his hand and the plumpness of her buttocks.
“Sin, you are turning me into a wild woman,” she panted hotly into the curve of his neck as she ground against him. Their clothes only added to the friction between them. He was rock hard again, straining against his trousers. He lifted her up and clutched those perfectly rounded cheeks so he could rub his cock against her mound. But it was not enough.
“I am not letting you leave until I bury myself inside you again.”
She nodded wordlessly, her eyes hazed with lust, and lifted up her skirts. Freeing himself, his trousers dropped to his ankles, and he guided her backwards so she was against a wall. He hoisted her up and she immediately raised her legs.
“That’s right my gorgeous Goddess, wrap those thighs around me.”
He sank into her with a groan. There was no finesse in his movement, just purpose. A need to feel her heat pulsating around him. They were at a perfect angle where he knew he was hitting her sweet spot, feeling her legs tremble. With each thrust, she let out a gasp that drove him harder and harder until he exploded inside her, roaring his satisfaction.
“Sin, hush or else everyone will know what we just did,” she gasped, gripping him tightly as her own release shuddered throughout her body.
“I cannot help it! You may be a Goddess, but you are turning me into a beast!”
“A sinful beast that I love with every fibre of my being.”
“Is that so? More than the Ming bowl?” he teased. The words slowly sank in.
She loves me!
“ Hmm, that is a tough choice. You know how much I adore the bowl,” she said between giggles.
Her face was flushed with a happiness he hoped to see every day.
“What is your inner heroine telling your inner critic at this very moment?”
She crinkled her nose in concentration, and he pressed a kiss to her freckles.
“It is telling me that I was right in following my heart; from designing the dresses I wanted to wear, to pursuing my passion for the arts that bring me joy, to finding a man that made me feel desired just as I am. And I am a Goddess.”