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They stumbled into their marital bedchamber on ungraceful and unsteady limbs with Guildford’s fingers tangled in her chestnut locks and his warm breath ghosting her trembling lower lip.
At the sound of the door closing behind them, Jane slowly opened her eyes to find Guildford revering her underneath his thick lashes with such sheer ferocity it caused her to sway slightly in his arms. The heated expression he bore into the hazy, lust-filled pools of her hazel eyes had the breath catching in her throat and her fingers deepening their grip on the opening of his doublet, letting the sensation of the buttery leather underneath her palms steady the relentless pounding in her chest.
He was positively drunk by the weight of being in her proximity and he found himself having to hold his breath to resist the insistent urge of making a scene of breathing in her heady scent. Ordinarily she smelled of aged parchment from hours poring through books in search of a cure to his impediment and newly sprung blossoms with subtle notes of sweet, succulent berries. But there were faint woodsy undertones simmering just beneath the surface from their impromptu tussle in the dirt.
In stark contrast, he imagined he smelled quite the opposite. He most likely smelled of barn littered with freshly strewn straw and damp earth with a lingering aroma of the red wine he frequently partook in to relieve him of his burdening thoughts of equestrian life.
Nothing nearly as seductive or addicting as hers whenever he had the pleasure of being in the pleasure of her company, no matter how fleeting their time was together.
Canting his head to the side, he captured her chin between his fingers to admire the obvious longing in her piercing stare. “Gods, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his words so close to her lips she swore she could taste way they had branded her.
On a sharp intake of breath, his lips collided with hers so intently she could almost feel her knees buckle underneath her. She could feel his fingers sliding against her jaw and she couldn’t help but arch into his touch as his tongue swept over the seam of her lips, requesting admittance.
With a breathy moan, she gave into the heed of his tongue, allowing it to delicately brush into her mouth. Each stroke and slide of his tongue was purposeful, eliciting soft mewls of pleasure, which he eagerly consumed as if it were the world’s finest brandy.
Her lips moved over his, capturing the sensuality of his kiss and matching it with her own. She could taste his unyielding desire for her with every press of his lips of his lips, her own body crying out with jealousy at how easily he could summon every emotion of his being into a simple kiss. Her heartbeat quickened as his lips grew more frenzied and impassioned.
Without breaking their connection, her hand slipped from the tight hold of his doublet and traded it with the warmth of his hand against her face. At the sensation of her dainty hand covering his own, he smiled against her lips and drew himself closer into her aura.
The thrall of his kiss served as a necessary distraction for his unoccupied hand traveling down the length of her clothed back to settle on the swell of her backside. Groaning against her lips at the torment that the new exploration had seized within him, he rocked his hips forward so she could feel the physical proof of his desire for her.
The new territory sent shivers up her spine and a craving for more. Emboldened by his teasing movements against her, her hand slipped from his and fell to the opening of his doublet, where the shiny silver buttons sat ready to be parted from their buttonholes.
Palms twitching against the leather encasing his chest, she deftly divested the top button from its hole. Her fingers trailed down to the second, making quick work of the task when she felt his loose grip around her arm, halting her movements.
“Jane,” her name fell breathlessly from his swollen lips a torturous warning.
At the sound of her name, she peered up at him with furrowed brows of confusion, silently demanding he explain himself.
“Jane, I don’t think I could bear the if if,” he pled miserably, his face creasing against her creamy skin. An agonizing gasp fell unbidden from his lips and he traced them over her forehead in a way meant to cherish her nearness, accepting it as a gift. “Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”
His question lingered heavy in the air, the tension between them palpable. Registering the sound of his broken sigh, she granted him clemency by slanting her lips over his as her hands continued plucking the buttons of his doublet.
Cupping the back of her head, his fingers threading themselves into her silky locks so he could deepen the kiss. With the final button freed from its hole, Jane abandoned his doublet in exchange for taking up vigil with the purpose of divesting him of his trousers.
While Jane laid waste to the fastenings of his pants, Guildford shrugged the leather off his shoulders, shedding the material as a serpent would shed its skin, leaving his white cotton shirt as the only barrier between her touch on his naked chest.
When the fastenings of his pants finally gave way, she retracted her lips from his and panted heavily against his mouth. Brushing her nose against his, she slipped both arms underneath the waist of his trousers and pushed them down his legs until they sat at a pool at their feet.
He exhaled deeply, throwing his head back at the sensation of finally being freed from the shackles that had kept his swollen member from breathing. When his eyes returned to hers, he was seemingly undone by the raw, unadulterated look in her eyes. It was one of equal parts curiosity and enchantment.
“You are positively bewitching,” he offered an answer to her unspoken question, making her keenly aware of the effect she had on him.
Her eyes widened underneath his heated stare and his lips contorted into a lazy smirk. Her cheeks flamed in response and her eyes flitted between them where his fingers were easing the threads of her bodice away from her body with a practiced flourish.
Glancing back up toward him, she was nearly undone by the hunger in his eyes as they held hers. He hadn’t even as much as entertained the thought of his eyes leaving hers to study the movements of his fingers at her bodice. The only time his eyes parted from hers was to take a step forward to thrust his hands between her open bodice and ripping it away from her body so that it hung loosely at her chest.
Without wasting a single breath, he closed the distance between them, their bodies flush against one another as he pushed his hands underneath the material and shucked it from her shoulders. Swallowing hard, Guildford bent forward slightly to remove her skirt.
Jane placed a shaky hand on his shoulder to hold herself upright. Catching his nod of encouragement, she promptly stepped out of the skirt, leaving her in nothing save the sheer material of her chemise.
While he had managed to capture a few glimpses of the outline of her body on their unconsummated wedding night, it was nothing compared to the vision in front of him. His eyes were drawn to the sumptuous curves teasing the fabric. He raked over each inch of hidden skin until his eyes settled on the swell of her breasts and the way her nipples pebbled underneath the material. His fingers twitched eagerly at his sides, his limbs instinctually reaching out for the skin he knew was just begging to be touched.
In a single motion, he captured her in his arms and spun her around so that her back was pressed against his chest. Guildford could hear the sound of her breath hitching at the sudden change in position and reveled in the way she responded to him. With an arm wrapped around her waist, he swept the curtain of her hair onto her shoulder to grant him access to the column of her neck.
The moment his lips touched hollow of her neck her eyes clamped shut. Getting lost in the sensations of the wet trail of his lips against her flesh, she placed an arm around his neck and gave into his slow seduction. Her pulse quickened as she melted into the searing press of his lips on her neck and the gentle rake of his teeth followed by the gentle sweep of his tongue to seal his affection for her.
She felt like a glutton, the indulgence of his lips against her skin akin to something foreign and forbidden. Jane moaned, her fingers raking against the hair on his neck as he clamped his teeth down, worrying the skin until his marks bloomed to the surface before disappearing.
The sensation brought a sudden rush of heat between her legs, and she arched herself against his mouth in search of more contact something she couldn’t quite place or put into words. That was until his hand snaked itself underneath the fabric of her chemise to cup one of her breasts.
“Ah,” she let out a high-pitched cry of relief when he began to fondle her. However, it paled in comparison to the pad of his thumb moving in small, methodical circles against her nipple.
“Guildford,” she whined, shivering under the thrall of his touch.
“Gods, I love it when you say my name,” he groaned roughly against the shell of her ear, nibbling slightly for emphasis.
“Guildford,” she said his name once more, eliciting near the same response from him with the punctuation of his hips grounding against her backside.
“You have no idea what hearing my name on your lips does to me,” Guildford hummed, sending vibrations through her body that went straight to her core.
“I have a general idea,” she teased with a flirtatious smile as she whirled around in his arms and dropping her lips to his.
Leaning into the kiss, he took her face into his hands and chased her lips with his own. There was something far more intimate in this particular kiss than those they had previously shared. It was rushed and frenzied, as if all the yearning looks and teasing touches had ignited a fire inside them that desperately needed to be extinguished.
Jane advanced, her lips massaging his as she slowly walked them to the edge of the bed. The heels of his feet met the bedframe and Guildford naturally sank down against the mattress. His hand met her waist, tracing the shape of her body still encased in her chemise.
She retracted her lips long enough to draw her hands at the hem of his shirt, bunching the fabric between her fingers, silently coaxing him to lift his arms up so she could remove it. Once his shirt was removed and tossed aside, she reattached her lips to his and brushed her palms against the defined planes of his back, mapping out every muscle with her fingertips.
He met her kiss with renewed vigor, molding his lips to hers as her hands found their way to his chest. He had to bite back a hiss as she ran her palms down the length of his sculpted chest, traveling further down to his torso where they nestled against the start of the delicate curls that led toward the apex of his thighs.
“Jane,” he warned, taking her hand in his to remove it from the place where he desperately craved her attention.
She watched with hooded eyes as his muscles in his chest flexed and tensed underneath the strain her exploration had caused him and she immediately retreated. When his hands flew to her sides to grip the fabric of her chemise in his hands, he nodded with his chin, silently asking for her permission and she nodded in agreement.
Guildford shimmied the material up her body, revealing inch by glorious inch of her body to his gaze. Flinging the useless garment to the floor, he gave himself a moment to appreciate her in all her naked glory.
Not even his dreams of her that had plagued his mind over the last several weeks could compare to the real deal. She was exquisite, her rounded breasts were soft and supple, nipples rosy and pliant, and her creamy skin melted into a sculpture of the female form.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered breathlessly, swept up in the debilitating sexual tension pulsing between them. “Let me make you feel good,” he requested, his voice almost imploring her to allow him this humble favor.
“Alright,” she said hesitantly.
Reaching out for her, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up onto the bed so that she straddled him. “Gods,” he cursed, trying to keep his eyes from rolling back into his head at the feel of the heat radiating between her thighs causing his cock to twitch with impatience.
“Stay still,” he ground out in warning. Guiding his fingers closer to her sex, he looked back toward her, searching her face for any sign of uncertainty. Finding nothing but desire behind her eyes, he continued his advancement of her pleasure. Greeting her sensitive flesh, he paused for a moment, steeling himself, and dipped a single finger between her folds to find her hot and wanting for him.
“Fuck,” he groaned at the sensation of her soaking his finger. “Gods, you’re wet,” he said hoarsely. He had to shake himself free from the realization of how desperately she needed this -- needed him. Possibly even more than he needed her.
“Guildford,” she whined, digging her fingernails into his shoulders.
Righting himself, he brought his middle finger between her moist folds and slowly sank it inside her.
Her mouth parted in a contented sigh as he sheathed his finger within her. Giving her a few moments to adjust to the intrusion, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her quivering sex.
He let her breathy moans guide his ministrations against her, his finger pulsing in a steady rhythm that had her hips twisting above him. “Can you take another?” He gazed up at her, witnessing the way her face creased in frustration.
“Yes,” she cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.
Without missing a beat, he plunged a second finger inside her and worked them in tandem with one another to draw her closer to her pleasure. The newly acquired fullness caused her to shutter and lurch closer into his touch as her hips began to instinctually move against him.
Opening her eyes, she immediately found his. His expression was wild, his eyes blown wide, and his lips parted in what could only be described as awe. Gripping her hip, he nodded in encouragement and coaxed her to rock against his fingers. He watched, entranced by the way she moved against him, fucking herself with abandon on his fingers in search of sweet release.
He had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from groaning when he felt her clamp down around him, her sex pulsing around his fingers. Her body was on the verge of breaking but was in desperate need of something more to drive over the edge.
Sensing the unbearable heat building within her, his thumb inch toward the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and brushed it experimentally.
“Ah,” she hummed, arching herself into his touch to solicit more sensations similar to what he had just produced.
While he continued to fuck her with his fingers, his thumb circled her clit, letting the pressure build inside her. She panted heavily above him, her hips moving frantically against his touch until he felt a fresh wave of moisture coat his fingers and she fell apart around him with a high-pitched cry.
She convulsed in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure wrecked her body. He slowed his movements against her, working her down from her high until he ceased altogether, and she shuddered against him with the finality of her orgasm.
Breathless, she sagged against him, clutching onto his back for purchase as her shoulders trembled with the aftershocks of her high. Ignoring the appendage stirring between his legs, he held her against his chest, rubbing her back until her world came back into view.
When she finally lifted her head from his shoulder, his cradled her face in his hands and searched her face as if he were memorizing every curve and line in her regal features. Gazing upon her, he admired the subtle flush in her cheeks, the fine sheen of sweat glistening on her brow, and her gently parted lips that he longed to tease with the pad of his finger.
Sweeping a few stray locks from her sweaty face, he stared into her, his eyes shining with adoration and desire for her.
It was unnerving and unsettling.
“Gods, I want you,” Guildford pressed his face into her bosom, breathing in her scent and letting it wash over him.
“I- I want-,” Jane stuttered in her blissful haze. “I want a divorce,” she admitted, plunging them into a deafening silence.