Epilogue

EPILOGUE

J enny stood looking out over the garden David's sister and mother had created. She felt David behind her and leaned back against him. "I was thinking, I would like to tend to your family's garden. I'd like to continue the tradition."

David brushed her hair from her shoulder so he could trail kisses down her neck.

She giggled in delight. "David? Are you listening?"

"Nope." He continued his ministrations on the other side.

Jenny sighed. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

She could feel him grin against her skin. "I have a few ideas."

She turned in his arms. "Oh, you do?"

"Mhmm. And it has nothing to do with gardening." He stopped and peered outside. "Although doing what I have planned out in the garden could be something to think about."

Jenny let out a laugh as she swatted his shoulder. "Baby steps, Your Grace."

David reached under her knees and lifted her, cradling her against his chest. "Hmm… baby steps. I kind of like the sound of that."

Jenny looked up at her husband, shocked. "You mean…"

David nodded. "Oh yes. The idea of you carrying my child is quite enticing." Jenny squealed as he dropped her on their bed. "In fact, it's so enticing that I feel we should start trying right away."

Jenny laughed. "We just got married. It's going to take more than one time."

David crawled up over her, pulling her shift with him. "Oh, I'm counting on it," he said with a devilish smirk.

His fingers trailed up her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Have I told you how astounding you look today?"

Jenny wrinkled her nose. "Not recently."

"You took my breath away." He lifted her ever so gently to pull her shift off, leaving her naked beneath him.

Jenny had always assumed that the intimacy of lovemaking would leave her embarrassed and make her movements clumsy. But she felt more sure of herself lying here with David than at any other time in her life.

With him, she knew she could handle anything that came her way. She was confident, bold, adventurous. He even challenged her to be more true to herself if it was possible.

She reached up and captured his mouth. Tiny nibbles turned into passionate kisses. Her hands raked up and down his back, which caused his hips to buck against hers.

"Anxious to get started, kitten?" David groaned into her neck.

"I'm always anxious to get started with you. You bring out the absolute worst in me when it comes to wifely duties."

David scoffed. "If this is your worst, I'll gladly take it." He reached down between them and guided himself into her.

Jenny sighed, opening her legs to accommodate him. With each thrust, their breaths grew heavier. With each stroke, they pieced together the broken parts of each other until they created one beautiful unit. Nothing could break them apart now—they were as much a part of each other as their hands or feet.

Jenny brought her hands up to cup David's face. "Take me over the edge, David. Take me to where only you can take me."

His eyes grew heavy-lidded with love as he thrust into her faster and harder. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall, putting a rhythm to their love. The familiar ache inside her started to grow, causing her toes to curl. Her heart raced—excitement electrified her blood. She knew what her body was running towards, and she was ready for it.

She arched up into him and ran her hands through his dark, silky hair. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let out a primal growl.

Jenny bit her lip in amazement. It still shocked her how much she affected this man.

David leaned down and seized her mouth. Moaning into his kisses, she tightened her grip on him. Their sweat-slicked bodies slid over each other in the most primal of ways.

The familiar chant started in her head. David. David. David, until it spilled from her lips.

"That's right, kitten. Who do you belong to?"

She opened her eyes and peered into his. "You. I belong to you, David. I always have."

Her words sent his hips into a frenzy. He raised one hand to the headboard above her head to brace himself as he continued to piston into her. Her moans turned into euphoric screams as her orgasm crashed over her.

David continued pounding into her, drawing out her release until he climaxed. Then he rolled off her and pulled her to him, tucking her into his side.

"That was something," she panted.

David opened one eye and looked down at her. "Something? Just something?"

She snuggled in closer. "Forgive me, husband. The part of my brain responsible for formulating words is currently not functioning."

David grinned smugly. "That's more like it."

His chest continued to rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath. Jenny traced her fingers over his chest, marveling at the feel of his chest hair beneath her fingertips.

He squirmed under her touch with a little laugh. "Stop, you're tickling me."

Jenny sat up and gasped. "Are you telling me that the dastardly Duke of Marlow is ticklish?" she asked jokingly.

David opened his eyes and stared up at her, quickly realizing his mistake. "What? No. Nothing of the sort."

Jenny's face lit up. "You did. You're ticklish!"

She pounced on him, tickling his sides and stomach, trying to find the place that caught him off guard in the first place. She straddled his hips and continued poking him. David tried to capture her quick hands, but she moved too deftly for him to catch her.

He rolled her off him, only for her to wiggle out from underneath him.

"I thought I already proved to you how strong I am." She climbed back on top of him, their laughter echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

David's eyes darkened. "I was only allowing you to move me."

She raised an eyebrow at him and then looked around the room. "I'm sorry, who's on top?"

Before she could finish pronouncing the ‘p' in "top," David grabbed her hands and flipped her, pinning her underneath him with her hands held above her head.

"Ohhh," she breathed.

"Oh," he echoed.

Jenny tried to wiggle free, but she found herself unable to move at all. "Oh."

"You keep saying that. Cat got your tongue?" His smirk would be frustrating if she wasn't so turned on by it.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You've won this round, Your Grace."

He bent down to take her mouth. "That's where you're mistaken, kitten." He ground his hips against her center, where she could feel his length harden again. "We've both won."

The End?