Page 76 of Tamed By a Passionate Lady

She blushed furiously again, refusing to look at him. But the next minute, he was gone. With a mighty effort she turned to Isabel, asking her about some trivial matter, but her mind was in another place entirely.

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After the carriages finally left, taking the men away for the night, and Isabel had retired to bed, she walked through the darkened house, stealing out into the garden, walking to the far off point where he had told her to meet him.

She smiled. He had thought of everything, of course. A lantern was shining brightly, just at that spot, to light her way. But she could not see him, yet.

The breeze was cool on her face, and she gripped her shawl tighter around her shoulders. She gazed out at the sea. She could barely see the water, of course, but there was a full moon hanging in the sky, almost touching it. It was pure white, so luminous, that for a moment her breath caught in her throat.

Suddenly, she jumped. A tall figure was walking slowly towards her, shrouded in darkness.

“Good evening, wife,” he whispered, when he was close enough.

Her breath caught in her throat again, as he abruptly came into the lantern’s light. His beloved face, gazing at her avidly, his eyes drinking her in.

“Good evening, husband,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

It was incredible. Already, just at this small contact, her body was yearning for him. She was aching for him, her skin waiting for him to touch her, her lips trembling with anticipation for the moment when his own would claim them.

“It was a successful night,” he said, standing close to her, gazing down at her. “You should be pleased.”

“I am,” she replied, gazing up at him. “Mrs. Hargreaves outdid herself…”

She wasn’t able to continue. For suddenly, he stepped closer, pulling her into his arms, as if he could not bear to wait a second longer.

He pushed her against the wall, his hands feverishly caressing her body. She felt them travelling over her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them through the thin silk of her gown, before claiming her breasts, tweaking the nipples, making them hard in the night air.

“Oh,” she gasped, as the familiar sweet sensations started to flood through her.

Abruptly, he tilted her back, his lips searing her throat, kissing her fiercely, travelling upwards, until they claimed her own. The kiss was long, and deep, filled with a furious longing, as if he had not touched her in months.

“My love,” he whispered, against her mouth. “The things that you do to me. I think that I would like to give you a baby, tonight. I have been quite remiss in that department, up until now, but I intend to remedy the situation, and be quite vigorous in the pursuit…”

She laughed softly. “Is that the reason you have been seeking me at every chance?”

He growled. “I need no excuse, my love. But a baby would be the icing on the cake, would it not?”

She felt him, through the fabric of his britches, straining against her. He was as hard as rock, bursting with need. He groaned, low in his throat, as she caressed him.

She felt her own response, her body answering his. A warm wetness, flooding out of her. Gently, he gathered the skirt of her gown, pulling it up so that it sat around her hips. His eyes were burning as one hand caressed her in the most intimate of places, expertly stoking the fire within her.

He pulled back, grabbing her hand, leading her further into the shadows, so that they were no longer in the pool of light from the lantern.

She was so sick with desire, so giddy with it, that she barely noticed. He did not wait a second longer, now that they were in darkness. Slowly, he gathered her in his arms, pushing her against the wall, as he entered her in one swift motion.

She gasped, clinging to him. It was always like this, the moment that their bodies became one. As if she was suddenly complete. As if they were two pieces of a jigsaw, that fit perfectly together, and had just been waiting for the moment of completion.

Slowly, agonisingly, he started to move within her. They rocked together, against the wall. She had never made love standing in this way before, and it felt different, and exciting. As if she could feel him in new and deliriously wild ways.

He gripped her tightly, straining against her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. She felt herself climbing towards that inexorable peak. She gripped him tightly, as well, as her climax washed over her in pulsating waves, stifling her cry of fulfilment into his shoulder.

The next minute, his own peak tore through him. He groaned, almost in agony. He shuddered through her, slowing down until he was soft in her arms. He buried his head against her shoulder, as his breath slowed down. She felt his heart slowing down, as well.

He pulled back, gazing into her eyes.

“I am the luckiest man in the world,” he whispered slowly, tucking her hair tenderly behind her ear. “To think that I have such a wife, as you. I love you, Adaline, with every fibre of my being.”

She gazed up into his eyes, so overcome with love that she could not speak for a moment.

Her flesh was still warm, from their joining. And strangely, it was as if his words about giving her a baby were a prophecy. As if she could already feel new life beginning to happen within her.

She sighed, in pure contentment. New life. New hope. Everything was new, with him, and she knew suddenly, in her heart of hearts, that it would be like this forever.

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