His tongue invaded her mouth as determinedly as his cock invaded her pussy. She was full of him, her body surrounded by his limbs and torso and completely conquered by his mastery over her pleasure.
When he drew back, she cried out against his lips, her hands pressing against his chest, nails scratching over his skin as he moved against sensitive flesh. She was so wet, hot, and swollen, the pleasure was even more intense than what she had already experienced.
I cannot possibly take any more of this…
Yet when he thrust back in, his cock sliding into her wet sheath with ease, her hips rose to meet him, eagerly accepting his full length back inside her. It hurt wonderfully… if it hurt at all. Josie could no longer tell what she was feeling. The pain, the pleasure, were too closely linked together, leaving her awash with incomprehensible, overwhelming sensation.
Slow, steady thrusts, in and out of her body, were driving her wild again. Every time he filled her, his body pressed against the exquisitely sensitive spot, and her inner muscles clenched around him, building more pleasure deep within. The sensations were building to a climax again, and she could already tell it would be fuller, bigger, than the one she had already experienced.
She could only hang on to Elijah as though he could keep her from becoming lost in the sea of sensations that threatened to carry her away. All her life, he had been a rock, her rescuer, and now she clung to him rather than rejecting the security he represented.
Groaning, Elijah moved harder, faster, and Josie cried out as his passion spilled over onto her. Her legs wrapped around him, opening herself farther as he spent his desire on her. As he grew larger inside her, she clamped down around him, sobbing as a another assault of ecstasy wracked her senses.
Her body tingled, small explosions of fireworks traveling from between her legs over her skin, sending her reeling. She felt as though she might swoon again, dizzy from the sheer ecstasy that soared through her. Something hot pulsed inside her, and she shuddered, clutching Elijah, feeling his weight pressing down on her, his low groans mingling with her shrill cries.
“Elijah,” she murmured in his ear with a sigh, relaxing beneath him as she felt him settle on top of her, both panting for breath in the afterglow of their consummation.
Elijah
Hearing his name as a sigh of pleasure on Josie’s lips affected him far more than he would have thought possible. Many women had moaned, screamed, and sighed his name, but it had never made him feel like this. Pure satisfaction, combined with a shocking possessiveness he had not thought himself capable of.
Was it their long history? The fact she was his wife? Or some combination thereof?
He did not know. Nor did he understand where the surge of affection, far stronger than he had ever felt for her, came from.
Sliding onto his side, he wrapped his arms around her, and Josie snuggled in. Of all the words he would use to describe Josie Pennyworth, ‘cuddly’ had never been one of them, but then, she was no longer Josie Pennyworth. She was Josie Stuart, Lady Josephina Stuart, Countess of Durham, and the future Marchioness of Camden. His wife.
“That was… lovely.” She rubbed her nose against his chest hair. Adorable. Sweet. Complacent. More words he had never thought he would use to describe Josie Pennyworth.
Josie Stuart, now.The reminder only increased his sense of gratification.
“I am glad you thought so,” he murmured, absentmindedly stroking her hair. Josie sighed again, her arm wrapping around his waist and cuddling in his arms. They were so closely snuggled together, he could feel her falling asleep.
She muttered something about her mother, but he could not quite make out her words. Considering the one word he had understood, he was not sure he wanted to. Elijah stroked his fingers thru her hair. They had not even stopped to take it out of its pins, but he did not care. He had wanted her, and having her had done nothing to reduce the desire he felt for her.
Tonight had been nothing like he expected. It had been so much more. He had felt so much more.
Which was dangerous.
Though Josie knew about the Society of Sin, thanks to Mary, she could have no real concept of his darker desires. She was clearly a passionate young woman and perhaps more submissive than he had realized, but that did not mean she would be able to handle the Society’s pastimes. Nor did he think she truly understood what he wanted from her, despite speaking to Mary.
He did not want to simply spank Josie, then fuck her. He wanted to tie her to his bed, turn her bottom a blistering red, then torment her by pushing her to the edge of orgasm over and over again until she was crying and begging for climax. He wanted to pinch her pink nipples, fig her to make her squirm while she was being spanked, and ride her into ecstatic oblivion.
He could only imagine Josie’s expression were he to suggest any of this.
He was almost relieved he was still hunting for the traitor. While he did not particularly like the idea of betraying his marriage vows, no matter how popular the activity was among theton, at least he would have some time to purge his needs while he remained part of the Society. Surely, by the time he finished his mission, he would have had his fill of the perversities enjoyed by the members of the Society and would be content to cleave to his wife and no other.
Tightening his arms around her sleeping form, he promised himself he would be faithful to her in his heart—where she already had an unexpected place.
Which no one must know about.
The thought inserted itself so swiftly, so strongly, he was taken aback. On its heels was the confident certainty it was true.
Whoever the traitor was, they were watching him closely—watching his whole family closely—and had already sent him a threatening note. Unlike the rest of theton, the traitor knew exactly what had transpired to cause Elijah to be the one to marry Josie. Where others saw the possibility of a love match or at least a match of passion, the traitor knew differently.
If the villain realized there was more than childhood affection or the protectiveness of a neighbor and a gentleman, Josie might be in danger. Elijah’s blood ran cold. Bad enough that Evie had dragged her friends into the mix, the idea the reprobate might target Josie deliberately because Elijah cared about her…
He felt sick to his stomach at the very prospect.