Together, the newly united family danced, swirling around and around the centre of the room where Watson had quickly pulled the centre table to the side. Everyone around them, from Matilda’s mother to Helen and Quintin all applauded, laughed and made merry all around them and Matilda could not help but think she had never been happier.
By the end of the dancing, long hours after the ceremony and the reception were over, Amy dropped down onto the nearest couch looking as if she could barely keep her eyes open.
“I do believe it is time for bed,” Watson announced, scooping her up into his arms and turning to the rest of the room to add, “Please excuse my wife and I while we see our daughter to bed.”
And that is just what they did. Arm in arm, with Watson carrying Amy, they headed up the stairs and to the little girl’s bedroom. Watson averted his gaze while Matilda helped her to undress in her half-asleep state and when she was finally snuggled up beneath the bedsheets, both he and Matilda sat on the edge of the bed to offer her a kiss goodnight.
“Matilda, I am so glad you are my mother now,” Amy said with a deep yawn and Matilda’s heart swelled, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Though she had collected a story book from the nearest shelf, Matilda refrained from opening it, thinking that the little girl would be asleep in a matter of seconds.
“Come, sweetheart, let us let her sleep,” Watson said with a hand upon his new wife’s shoulder. He gave Matilda a peck on her cheek and guided her toward the door, leaving the book on the end table as they went.
When they finally reached the door and Watson had clicked it closed behind them, Matilda was surprised as he swept her up into his arms. Stifling a squeal, she gasped, “Watson, whatever are you doing?”
“I am taking my wife toourroom so that I can do what I should have done a long time ago,” he responded with a cheeky grin upon his face.
Allowing him to carry her through the house, Matilda felt her anticipation growing. Heat pooled between her thighs at the thought of what was about to occur and although it would not be their first time, somehow it felt as though it was.
As soon as they were alone inside the bedroom that was lit only by the roaring fire in the hearth, Watson turned Matilda so that her back was to him and started to unravel the bindings of her gown. When his hands slipped beneath the material to glide it off her shoulders, she shivered at his touch. He leaned forward and trailed kisses over her shoulder and down the back of her shoulder blade even as he began to work on the ties of her double stay.
Soon, she stood before him in nothing but her stockings, crossing her arms over her chest because in truth it was much colder than she had anticipated.
“Do not move,” she heard him whisper in her ear and she obeyed, feeling him moving behind her as though he was quickly stripping off his own clothes. When, finally, she felt his hands on her hips once more she could not control herself.
Turning instinctively, she found herself met by his lips. He kissed her with great passion and pulled her up into his arms until she wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to carry her across the room to the bed. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders even as he came down on top of her.
Even through the satin of her stockings, she could feel the warmth of his body and she groaned with the desire she felt building deep inside of her. It felt as though she had waited a lifetime for this moment.
When he buried himself deep inside her, Matilda instantly felt as though everything had finally come full circle, as though everything had fallen into its rightful place.
Feeling happy tears stream down her cheeks, Matilda gripped hold of Watson’s face in her palms and kissed him passionately, moaning at the way he made sweet love to her. His rhythmic thrusts coupled with her own movements toward him became a lustful, pleasure-fuelled dance in which Matilda climaxed several times before Watson filled spilled his seed deep inside her.
Afterwards, he dropped down onto the bed beside her and cover her with the bedsheets as though he sensed how cold she had grown without him on top of her. Then he pulled her into him and she rested her head upon his chest, enjoying the sound of his heart beating beneath her ear. Her own heart swelled beyond belief when he rested his hand upon her abdomen and suggested, “Perhaps, one day, Amy shall not be an only child.”
THE END
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An Earl's Path to Passion
Introduction
The fiery Lady Olivia Oakley is the only one left to protect her family’s heritage, after losing almost all of her family to a terrible illness. When the only home she has ever known, the ancestral seat of Essington Manor, is to be sold off to a seductive stranger, she’s ready to claim what is rightfully hers. With Olivia’s rivalry transforming into burning lust upon their encounter, it is clear that it is too late to resist the overwhelming fire between them. What kind of sacrifices will she have to make to keep her family’s Earldom?
All she ever wanted was to find a true love match, but little did she know she would find herself bursting with primal desires…
Captain Alexander Fletcher loves his life on the sea and has never wished for another, until a mysterious letter arrives from the Earl of Weaver. When he hears of the Earl’s tragic past and his need for an heir, Alexander accepts. Yet, when he discovers that his future rests upon marrying the gentleman’s granddaughter, he baulks, despite the tantalising Olivia awakening thrilling sensations in him. While no woman has ever hoped to capture his heart, could the Earl’s ravishing granddaughter be the one who will irreversibly seduce him?