Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty

“Come, my love,” Wilhelm murmured, his voice filled with adoration. “Let us return to Ravenshire.”

He took her hand and led her towards the door.

As they stepped onto the grand staircase, Marianne appeared at the bottom, her hands clasped tightly in front of her.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, opening her mouth as if to speak, but she hesitated, searching their faces for the answers she sought.

“Your Grace,” she acknowledged.

Wilhelm, his gaze filled with remorse, bowed his head slightly. “Lady Clowefield,” he said with regret, “I apologize for my earlier outburst. I should not have raised my voice in your home.”

Marianne’s expression softened, “I appreciate your apology, Your Grace,” she replied, her voice carrying a hint of warmth. “But I must warn you—if you ever hurt Genevieve again…”

Wilhelm’s gaze sharpened. “I will not,” he vowed, his eyes locking onto hers. “On my honor, I swear that I will never hurt her again.”

Marianne’s smile widened, and she gave him a nod of approval. “I believe you, Your Grace,” she said simply.

His heart filled with gratitude, Wilhelm bowed his head once more. “Thank you, My Lady,” he replied warmly.

“Call me Marianne,” she said softly, and he offered her a nod.

“Thank you, Marianne,” he responded. Then, he turned to Genevieve, his eyes filled with love and promise.

“Come, my love,” he murmured. “Let us go home.”

As the crunch of gravel underfoot gave way to the polished floors of the entrance hall at Ravenshire Mansion, the house seemed to exhale softly in welcome.

Wilhelm held Genevieve’s hand firmly, the warmth of his touch anchoring her as they moved through the halls. The flickering candlelight cast golden patterns on the walls, each step echoing in the quiet.

They climbed up the sweeping staircase together, the air heavy with anticipation.

Wilhelm’s pace quickened, driven by an urgency he could no longer contain. Genevieve followed, her heart pounding in rhythm with their ascent.

The door to his bedchamber creaked open, revealing the dimly lit sanctuary within.

Wilhelm guided her inside, releasing her hand only to close the door behind them. The gentle click of the latch resonated as his hands reached up, cupping her face with a reverence that made her breath hitch.

His thumbs brushed over her cheeks, the tender caress sending shivers down her spine. His emerald-green eyes, dark and intent, locked onto hers, their depths swirling with emotions.

“I love you, Genevieve,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, as though his words carried the very essence of his soul.

The warmth of his declaration wrapped around her. In his eyes, she saw everything—his vulnerability, his devotion, and a love that seemed boundless. At that moment, the outside world ceased to exist.

Genevieve’s heart fluttered, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that spread through her entire body. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his face.

“I love you too, Wilhelm,” she whispered.

Wilhelm’s lips found hers in a tender kiss. She responded with a passion that matched his own, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening their kiss.

Wilhelm began to guide her towards the grand, king-sized bed, his steps slow and deliberate as his arms encircled her waist, drawing her closer with every movement.

His lips found her jawline, trailing a path of feather-light kisses down her neck, each one sending a rush of heat through her. His warm breath fanned her skin, teasing her senses and making her pulse race.

Genevieve walked backward, her focus entirely on him, her hands gripping his shoulders as if to steady herself against the overwhelming tide of emotion and sensation. The edge of the bed came too quickly, catching her off guard.

She stumbled, letting out a surprised laugh as she fell backward onto the plush mattress. Her grip on Wilhelm remained firm, pulling him down with her.

He landed on top of her with a soft thud, the weight of him grounding her, their intimate laughter mingling.

For a moment, they paused, their smiles chasing away any lingering worries. Wilhelm propped himself up on his forearms, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he studied her flushed face.

Without hesitation, he dipped his head, his lips finding the delicate curve of her neck once more.

The laughter between them melted into quiet sighs, his kisses slow and intent.

Genevieve’s hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

She sighed, her body melting against his, her fingers tracing the strong lines of his back, her heart soaring with joy that she had nearly forgotten.

Their kisses deepened, a growing intensity sparking between them as Genevieve’s fingers worked desperately to unfasten the buttons of his coat. Her hands trembled, her breath hitching with every brush of her fingertips against the warm skin beneath the fabric.

The coat slipped off his shoulders.

He traced a deliberate path, his tongue lightly tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

Her heart raced as his hands moved with deliberate intent, pulling down the top of her dress in one slow, tantalizing motion.

Every inch of bare skin became a canvas for his lips, which descended enthusiastically from the top of her dress in a series of all-consuming kisses.

His touch was both restraint and longing, his hands exploring her, sending waves of warmth through her body.

Genevieve clung to him as his mouth moved along her collarbone and down her chest. Her breaths became shallow, her world reduced to the feel of his lips on her skin and the weight of his strong hands.

A soft moan escaped her lips. Without a warning, she moved from underneath him with a sudden, unexpected grace.

Pushing herself up on the bed, she straddled him, taking control.

Wilhelm froze for a moment, his expression shifting from surprise to admiration, amusement, and desire. He leaned back slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, his gaze roaming over her.

She took his hands and guided them to her body.

He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple with a deliberate, teasing rhythm that sent ripples of desire to her loins.

Her breathing quickened, but she did not lose focus. With deliberate slowness, she threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to lift his chin, drawing his face upward.

Their lips met in a languid kiss. His hands never stopped their exploration, one remaining on her breast while the other slid down her back.

“You are… quite skilled with your fingers,” Genevieve murmured teasingly.

Wilhelm chuckled, his lips finding hers in a quick kiss. “This is nothing compared to…” he trailed off suggestively.

His hand drifted slowly down her waist, across her thigh, and to the hem of her dress. With a gentle lift of the fabric, his fingers traced up her leg, each touch sending shivers through her body.

Genevieve moaned, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt his hand move slowly up her thigh, each inch a tantalizing torture, while his other hand continued teasing her nipple.

Wilhelm’s deft fingers found the sensitive nub between her thighs and rubbed circles around it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core.

“I know you enjoy this,” he purred, his gaze locking onto hers as he pursed his lips.

Genevieve gasped, her body arching against his, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Slowly, he slid two fingers inside her wet canal and began moving them slowly, caressing her hard nub as he did so.

His touch was skillful, his fingers sliding in and out in an unhurried rhythm.

With his other hand, he pulled her head down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

She broke the kiss with a soft moan, her breath hitching as his fingers continued their steady motion.

With a swift movement, she tugged her dress over her head and threw it aside, and then she discarded her undergarments. She settled her naked body on top of him, pressing closer as he maintained the rhythm of his fingers, delighting in her wetness.

She reached for his face, her fingers trembling as they hovered just inches from his skin. Before she could touch him, he flipped her onto her back and swiftly pinned her hands above her head, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle.

He subtly pushed her back, a silent command that stopped her movements.

His eyes, intense and unrelenting, roamed over her face, lingering for a moment on her blue eyes before gradually lowering.

His gaze traced a slow path from her eyes to her neck, then down across the soft swell of her breasts, before following the delicate curve of her stomach and finally landing on his fingers.

Genevieve watched him, trying to understand his intent.

But just as she opened her mouth to speak, his eyes rose to meet hers again, softening.

“You are a masterpiece, Genevieve,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

A deep blush spread across her cheeks as a wave of heat built within her, stirring something wild and urgent. Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to unfasten his pants, her movements both shy and determined.

He watched her, his eyes darkening with lust.

She pulled out his rigid shaft, her fingers curling around him, her touch gentle as she ran her hand along its length, her thumb gently rubbing the circumference of its flared tip, coaxing a soft moan from his lips.

She gripped him at the base, her breath catching in her throat as she slowly guided him to her sex. They both gasped as his throbbing rod slid inside her.

Wilhelm’s eyes fluttered shut as he moved above her. His hands gripped her hips, his body reacting to their mutual pleasure. Genevieve felt his thick, pulsing manhood deep inside her, filling her completely.

His hands, still gripping her hips, guided her body up and down, matching her rhythm as they moaned in unison, and he groaned her name. “My God, Genevieve.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he repeated her name, his voice low and desperate.

“Genevieve…”

His shoulders tensed up, and with a final shudder, he released his seed deep into her, sending a wave of tremors through her body as she reached the zenith of her desire.

She cried out, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as her walls spasmed and squeezed his shaft.

As their wave of ecstasy ebbed, Wilhelm opened his eyes and smiled at her gratefully, and she smiled back at him tenderly.

“I love you, wife,” he murmured, gently brushing her hair back from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“And I love you, husband,” she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet promise of a future built on love, trust, and lasting happiness.