Page 85 of Unmasking a Wicked Marquess

She supposed it had been so long since they had been together like this that it didn’t take her long at all to find that end. That sensation of pleasure knotting and increasing until her body could not contain it anymore. It washed over her suddenly, and she bucked back against him as the waves kept on coming. She closed her eyes, seeing white starbursts as she said his name.

“Ah, Juliet,” he moaned, thrusting harder. She thought he was riding out her wave of pleasure, then suddenly, his movement grew faster, and he stilled. He groaned aloud, his palms going flat to her back, the fingers curling around her as much as possible.

They practically fell forward together on the bed, with him kissing along her shoulder and down her back as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath from what they had done.

“Juliet, I love you so much,” he whispered in her ear, continuing to kiss her.

She arched back into him, loving the feeling of his lips on her skin, when a thought struck her. How she longed to be back in this room tonight when it was just the two of them – when they could celebrate together completely, away from prying eyes.

But there was something else they had to do first.

“We have to celebrate with our parents,” she said, giggling as he playfully nipped her shoulder. “We have to go downstairs at some point, you know.”

“I know.” He went to kiss her neck. “Well, here’s my first present to you, my wife. I have arranged a trip for us.”

“A trip?” she said in surprise, craning her neck to look up at him.

“Our parents think you and I are going on a honeymoon to search for new horses for their racing. When, in fact, I’m taking you to all the places you have ever dreamt of being, starting with Italy and then going on to India.” He raised his hand and kissed the fingers, one at a time. “It’s time to start living that life of freedom, Juliet.”

“No restrictions?” she asked as he kissed down her back, edging towards her rear once more.

“No restrictions,” he murmured, the words muffled against her skin.

“In which case … maybe we could spend a little longer up here first.”

“My thoughts entirely.”

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