Page 30 of Two Secrets to Surrender (Blackwood Legacy #2)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I am married, and it’s my wedding night.

The thought ought to have made Gigi nervous. Instead, it gave her a giddy thrill. She felt grown-up and adventurous, ready to explore one of the great mysteries of womanhood. Since she and Conrad had already started down this path and her mama had explained the basic facts of life, she knew what was about to happen tonight.

A pang struck Gigi as she thought of Mama and the rest of her family. Their absence was the only thing that marred her happiness. She’d written a letter, explaining everything and begging their forgiveness. She sent it to Bottoms House so that they would receive it upon their return. Once her family saw the love between her and Conrad, she was certain they would understand and support her marriage.

In the meantime, she couldn’t wait to be alone with her new husband.

After the wedding ceremony, which had been simple yet beautiful, Conrad had hosted a decadent feast. The eight-course meal was an extravagant display of haute cuisine: sturgeon caviar on toast points, turbot in a delicate lemon sauce, beef braised with truffles, and roast pheasant stuffed with raisins and fennel were just a few of the delicious offerings. For dessert, the butler had wheeled in the chef’s pièce de résistance : a croquembouche . Balls of puff pastry stuffed with cream had been stacked to form a towering pyramid and drizzled with caramel to create a show-stopping finish.

Over supper, Gigi had enjoyed getting to know Conrad’s partners. Mr. Redgrave had shared rather bawdy tales about Conrad’s time as a prizefighter that made her eyes grow bigger and bigger…until Conrad cut him off. She liked Mr. Marvell, too, who shared her fondness for Chuddums and was an aficionado of Letty’s bottled water. Conrad, for his part, had been at his charming best. He’d managed to draw out Owen, discussing landscaping projects he’d undertaken at his various estates (which made Gigi wonder how much property her new husband owned). At one point, her brother even let out a rusty laugh.

After the party ended, Gigi had gone up to her sumptuous new bedchamber. One of the maids helped her change into the bedtime outfit supplied by Madame Dubois. Used to voluminous night rails, Gigi felt daring and sophisticated in the sleek ivory negligee and peignoir. The peignoir was sheer and flowy, with scalloped lace edges and a delicate ribbon belt. Beneath it, the silk negligee clung to her curves, and panels of lace provided racy, peekaboo views. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.

At the knock on the adjoining door, Gigi’s heart sped up.

“Come in,” she said.

Conrad entered, and her pulse stuttered at his magnificence. His black silk dressing gown accentuated the blatant virility of his form. He raked his gaze over her.

“Devil and damn,” he said in a raspy voice.

“Is it too much?” Flustered, she pressed her hands to her warm cheeks. “Madame Dubois said such sets are all the rage in Paris.”

“It’s definitely too much. But I have a solution for that.”

Prowling over, he took hold of the peignoir’s belt and gave it a swift tug. The robe parted, and he pushed it off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor. He had seen her unclothed before, yet Gigi felt strangely more exposed in the lacy negligee. Her nipples, stiff and rosy, peeped beneath the lacy bodice, and the high slits revealed her upper thighs.

“There now, that’s better.” Proprietary pride gleamed in Conrad’s eyes. “I planned to be gentlemanly and ease you into our wedding night with conversation, love. But I think I cannot wait to have you.”

His impatience mirrored her own. She placed her palms on his chest, feeling his thumping vitality. Wonder filled her that this magnificent man was hers.

“I want you too,” she whispered. “I cannot wait for us to belong to each other completely.”

Tenderness transformed Conrad’s harsh features as he sifted his fingers through her hair.

“You’re mine,” he said roughly. “And I’m yours. For the rest of our days.”

When he bent his head, she rose to meet him. Their lips clung in the sweetest of kisses. The joining felt like a culmination of every kiss they’d had: from the first at the stream when they were strangers to the most recent when the rector had declared them man and wife. It was gentle and scorching, exploring the complexity of the desire that bound them.

She sighed when he kissed her ear and neck. The beginnings of his night beard abraded her decolletage, and it was an exquisite sensation. His large hands palming her shoulder blades, he pulled her roughly against his mouth. She whimpered as he licked her breasts through the negligee. He swirled his tongue until the swollen buds were fully visible through the wet lace. When he sucked a throbbing peak into his mouth, she swayed.

The next instant, he was carrying her to the bed. He lay her across the mattress, and she felt like a princess sinking into the feathery softness. He fingered the ribbon strap of the negligee before grabbing the delicate bodice. She gasped as he tore the garment down the middle.

“That negligee was expensive ,” she sputtered.

“I’ll buy you more.” He raked a smoldering gaze over her exposed form. “Humor me, sweetheart. I’ve always wanted to do that.”

She scowled at him. “To do what? Destroy my wardrobe?”

“No, little nymph. I’ve fantasized about having my wicked way with you.”

At the rasp in his voice, a delicious quiver worked up her spine. Having leafed through The Naughty Naiad , she understood the nature of his desires. Her husband was undeniably hot-blooded, but beneath his primal depravity was also a yearning for connection: the longing of a lonely satyr for his mate. His fantasy stirred her own need to be desired with savage intensity—to be important, everything, to the man she loved.

“I’m yours,” she said softly. “To do with as you wish.”

The look that came into his eyes made her tremble with anticipation…and a wee bit of fear. Not of him—she knew he would never do anything against her wishes—but of her own desires. Of the unexpected vein of wickedness that ran through her own soul. All her life, she’d striven to be the perfect daughter, the girl no one had to worry about. She’d concerned herself with the needs of others more than her own.

With Conrad, she was recognizing what she wanted. And it didn’t matter if it wasn’t proper or good. She had only to be herself, and the recognition incinerated her inhibitions.

“You are a bloody gift,” he marveled. “And you’re all mine.”

In a rapid movement, he pinned her hands above her head. Feeling the possessive strength of his grip, instinctive panic shot through her. Her first instinct was to tug free, but he held her fast. As her lungs pulled for air, she saw that his gaze was fixed upon her heaving breasts. His pupils were dilated, his features sharpened by hunger.

The satyr…my husband.

Desire thrummed in her blood and guided her actions. She went slack in his grip, surrendering to the fantasy. To his seductive dominance.

“Now that you’ve captured me.” The tremor in her voice was not entirely feigned. “What do you intend to do with me?”

His eyes lit with astonished lust. His nostrils flared.

“Anything I want,” he growled.

He fell upon her like a ravening beast. She writhed as he used his mouth on her. He grunted with enjoyment as he licked her breasts. When he bit the soft underside, she jerked, then moaned when he tongued away the small hurt.

“That’s going to leave a mark,” he murmured.

“You don’t sound too sorry about it,” she said breathlessly.

“I’m not.” His smile was sensual and unapologetic. “Before the night is done, you’ll bear my mark in more ways than one.”

He took his time licking her nipples. All the while, he anchored her to the bed for his ravishment, his hands still holding her wrists, his hips pinning hers down. His cock felt like a steel bar against her thigh. Wantonly, she strained against him. His restraint heightened her sensations until she felt as if she might burst out of her skin.

“Rub that needy little pussy against me until you come,” he instructed.

He nudged her legs apart with his knee, and she was so aroused that she didn’t think twice about obeying his carnal command. She arched her hips, sliding her throbbing sex against his hard thigh. The motion made a lewd, slick sound, but it felt so good that she didn’t care. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, and when she felt his teeth, she flew over the edge.

“Devil and damn, you’re gushing like a fountain.” Beneath his heavy lids, his eyes shone with lust. “Keep your hands where they are, sweetheart. I have to taste you…”

Releasing her wrists, he slid down her body and buried his face between her legs.

Conrad grunted with pleasure as he ate his wife’s cunny. She was more delicious than the chef’s croquembouche . With her, he was insatiable, and it wasn’t just the way she squirmed and sighed, squirting cream onto his greedy tongue. It was also how she obeyed his command, keeping her hands above her head. The sweet sounds she made and the purity of her surrender. Having pledged herself to him, Gigi was giving him everything.

The thought made him crazed with desire. He redoubled his efforts, circling her pearl with his thumb and tonguing the virginal hole he would soon breach. He worked a finger inside, panting at her tightness. Beneath his robe, his turgid cock pulsed with the imperative to claim his bride, but he wanted her to be ready—to be as wild with need as he was.

He licked her to another orgasm, sucking her pearl while she squealed his name. Only then did he mount the mattress, kneeling next to her head. Fisting a handful of her luxuriant tresses, he guided her lips to his dripping erection.

“Suck it, sweetheart,” he said huskily. “Make it nice and wet. I don’t want to hurt your snug little cunny when I take you.”

Her vivid eyes, the color of a dream, widened at this new demand. After a brief hesitation, she wetted her lips and parted them. Pride and lust pounded in his chest.

“Such a good little nymph,” he crooned.

He pushed the wide head past her rosy opening, letting her get used to the feel of him. He went slowly, watching his veined shaft disappear into her mouth. Gratitude filled him as she gracefully took what he offered.

“Your tongue feels like velvet against my cock,” he said with approval. “Mind your teeth now because I’m going to give you more.”

He thrust deeper, enjoying her muffled gasp. Little by little, he fed her more. Pulling out and pushing in, he got her accustomed to the feeling of taking him this way. He didn’t get all the way in—not even halfway—but when she moaned around her first mouthful of cock, the blissful reverberation took him too close to the edge. He withdrew, and seeing the garland of spit that hung between her lips and his engorged dome tested his limits.

He gathered her atop him, kissing and kissing her.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked.

Her hair rippled like a dark river over her shoulders. “Make love to me, darling.”

Needing no further encouragement, he reversed their positions and rolled on top. Parting her thighs, he brought his cock to her pussy. He took an instant to memorize the image of his florid tip nudging her virginal gates before driving home. The fit was snug, delightfully so, but her dew eased his path. Fire blazed up his spine at the indescribable joy of claiming her—his mate, his wife.

Noticing that her bottom lip was caught beneath her teeth, he halted. “Are you all right?”

Brows pinched, she wriggled a little. Her movements felt so bloody good that it required all his willpower to remain still while she came to a decision.

“I’m fine,” she announced to his everlasting relief. “As fine as one can be with something that, um, sizeable lodged inside one, that is.”

“Sizeable, am I?” He leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers. “You might not realize it yet, but size has its advantages.”

“Really?”

She looked so unconvinced that he had to smile.

“I’ll show you,” he murmured.

He started with a leisurely pace until he saw her discomfort fade. When her hands fluttered over his bunched biceps and gripped onto his shoulders, he increased his tempo. As he plunged into her lushness, he kissed her until she was panting. He strummed her rosy nipples as he thrust harder, deeper, grunting when her sheath clenched around him. When he planted himself all the way to the root, she gasped.

“Conrad.” She gazed at him in wonder. “I feel so…so full.”

“You were meant to take my cock,” he said roughly. “And I was meant to be inside your sweet pussy. Now follow my lead.”

He began to move—really move. He drilled into her tight hole, angling his shaft to graze her needy peak. She whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he rode her. Pleasure unleashed his inner beast. He wanted to take, take, take—to pound himself into his sweet nymph until he was a part of her.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said between harsh breaths. “Finally, you’re mine.”

“I belong to you, darling. And you belong to me. Forever.”

With her words, Gigi tore his heart from his chest and took it into her keeping. His vision blurred, and he slammed into his wife, growling as he ground his balls against her plump folds. Over and again, he staked his claim, stroking her pearl as he shafted her. As she panted and moaned, her eyes never left his. The adoration in her gaze was a gift beyond measure, one he would cherish until the end of his days. When she convulsed around him, there was no resisting the summons.

Release roared through him, erasing everything he thought he knew about pleasure. The scorching bliss went beyond physical. Even as he spewed hotly inside her, the connection transcended their bodies. He was transported to that glowing meadow where nothing could hurt him, where he was no longer alone, where nothing mattered but being joined to the mate of his soul.

She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, and he shuddered with pleasure at this, the simplest of touches. He was still hard, rocking inside her while she sighed.

“I’m so glad you’re my husband,” she whispered.

“That’s just as well. Because we’re bound together,” he said huskily. “Now and forever.”