A slow, satisfied smile turned his lips as he gave her pleasure. He did not stop until he felt her body tense against his mouth in wave after wave of bliss.
And that was when he could bear it no more.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice deep with need.
Her own face was transformed by her pleasure, and she nodded, grabbing hold of him.
Losing most of his rational thought now, Peter quickly whipped off his own clothes and joined her.
Deliberately, tenderly, he eased into her body. She arched and gasped at the shock. For one moment, he hesitated, but then her hands came to rest on his hips, urging him forward.
And then he thrust in long, slow movements, teasing her body, taking them both towards a destination that couldn’t be described.
She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow, and his own body felt wild with need. Determined that she reach her release, he angled his hips and rocked against her in just a way that he could please her.
And when he thought he could wait no longer, she called out his name.
At the sound of his name on her lips, he felt as if he’d finally found safety from a storm, in a way he’d never felt in his life.
The release crashed over him, and he grabbed her to him, knowing he could never let her go. For he’d finally found exactly where he was always meant to be.
Chapter 10
The days that passed after the wedding were remarkably strange.
And, once again, Ophelia found herself turning toThe Wallflower’s Guide to Becoming a Bridefor assistance.
She wasn’t a wallflower now. She was a wife, but she prayed that there would be an answer somewhere in the book. Because what she realized was that now that she had a husband, she had no idea how to be with him outside of the wonders of the bedchamber.
Oh, she knew she could not lose him by law.
He was hers forever. And she his.
But how did she maintain that accord they had experienced in fleeting, perfect moments?
That feeling that they’d had in the garden and on their wedding night of affinity.
Because, much to her confusion, that feeling was elusive and seemed to be slipping away from her, and she did not know why.
He had, of course, been very kind to her the morning after the wedding night. He had seen to it that she had access to whatever it was that she wanted or needed. He still was kind to her. And yet it was as if there was another barrier that she did not know how to breach, and this was a far more intimate and, therefore, important one.
It was beyond the bliss of bodies. It was in the meeting of minds and...love.
She wanted love and refused to accept anything else.
He seemed to be doing everything he could to please her.
She had been given a large account to buy whatever she wished, from fans to gowns, to books, to paper, to anything that came to her mind as something she might desire.
And he had shown her his library.
She had barely been out of it since.
Even now, she sat in the beautiful room in his London townhouse and felt herself basking in the affection of beautifully bound tomes that had been made hundreds of years ago. Of course, some of the books were far newer. A score had only been published as recently as last week.
The library was breathtaking.
The walls were a blue silk and gilded framed mirrors caused there to be a great deal of light in the room when the curtains were open.