Selina and Anna rushed over to the Dowager Duchess and Rachel, and they immediately started making excited plans about dinner parties, balls, and weddings breakfasts.
Lydia and Edwin looked on from the sides and embraced. She rested her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. She closed her eyes. Everything was finally as it was supposed to be, even without a mystery to solve.
In fact, Lydia felt that she had enough mysteries to solve… at least for a while.
EPILOGUE
The wedding breakfast was finished. The guests had all gone home. Lydia was finally alone with her husband. As soon as he had closed the door, saying goodbye to her father and sisters, he turned to her. She could see desire in his eyes. He grabbed her by the hand, and together, they started to run up the stairs.
“Where on earth are you rushing?” she asked, chuckling, as she tried to keep up.
“You’ll see,” he said, without turning around.
“But… you need to introduce me to all the servants first,” she reminded him. “They are already there in the dining room, lined up.”
“Later,” he managed to say as soon as they were on top of the landing. He turned left with equal haste, unwilling to let go of her hand for even a single second. She couldn’t stop chuckling.
He finally stopped in front of his chamber, opening the door. As soon as they were inside, he closed the door and wrapped his arms around her.
“I have been waiting for weeks to do this,” he said, refusing to allow her to say anything in return. She chuckled against his lips then felt his hands lifting her gown then working his way around all the underpinnings beneath. He easily removed all of them.
He lifted her into his arms and took her to the bed where he dropped her in such a manner that it made them both laugh. When the laughter ceased, she noticed he was staring at her.
“Do I have something on my nose?” she wondered.
“No,” he grinned.
“On my lips?” she asked again.
“No,” he shook his head.
“Then, why are you staring at me?” she wanted to know.
“Because you are my wife,” he told her. “And only I get to stare at you like this. You are mine, and I am yours. And I plan on doing all sorts of mischievous things to you, My Lady, just so you know.”
He said it in such a cute manner that she had to chuckle again. To be honest, she didn’t expect her first wedding night not to be a night at all. She also didn’t expect it to be full of giggles. Then again, this felt like perfection. She wouldn’t change a single thing about it.
Then, she felt his hands on her thighs, spreading her legs.
“Wait… Edwin…” she called out to him, frowning. “You don’t mean to –”
“Shhh,” he ordered, and she immediately obeyed the moment she felt his mouth on her most secret passageway. In fact, she completely forgot what she wanted to tell him.
She closed her eyes, spreading her legs even more for him. His tongue on her felt wonderful. It was wicked and wonderful at the same time. She gasped. She moaned. She grabbed at his hair, pulling him closer as if she were afraid that he might suddenly change his mind and leave her unsatisfied. But he had no such intention. Still, she thrust her hips up to him, offering herself, needing more of his skillful tongue inside of her.
“You taste more delectable than that chocolate cake,” he murmured against her tender bud, blowing hot air at her.
Just as she was about to ask if he truly meant it, he sucked her into his mouth. The sensation was absolutely wonderful. It was true perfection, the way sensation blossomed inside of her, threatening to take over her completely. That was what they both wanted. This man knew how to play her like the finest instrument. He knew exactly what to do to make her moan and purr and make all sorts of wonderful noises.
That pent-up desire started to build up slowly, and she knew she would not be able to resist letting go. His tongue was now moving over her bud in quick licks then he parted her folds, sliding inside. Heat exploded between her thighs.
It was at this moment that he added his finger which slowly dived into her, just like his manhood did that fateful night when she knew that she would never belong to another man again. Just him. Just this one. The pressure became steady. He knew exactly what he was doing to bring her to the brink. Then, she lost control. She was unable to hold it any longer.
She clenched suddenly, unexpectedly. Heat unfurled. Her mind became a blank. Something electric exploded inside of her, making her tremble like never before. She looked down at his head between her thighs. The sight made the sensations inside of her even more potent. She felt like a goddess, and he was a priest in a temple that worshipped only her.
This time, he slid into her effortlessly as she quivered underneath him, still in the throes of ecstasy. But they were not done. Not yet. His manhood was deep inside of her now, slowly filling her up to the brim, going in and out of her. Those wet sounds echoed all around them. They only seemed to heighten her pleasure. She had no idea that one could need another person this desperately. It was a frantic desire she never knew before.
His manhood was stretching her more and more as it went in deeper. Her body adjusted itself wonderfully to this foreign body that seemed to become one with her now. His deliberate thrusts were delicious, just like he said. She closed her eyes, cupping his face and bringing it closer to hers.