Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Amy sat in front of the vanity, slowly brushing her hair. She smiled and hummed softly to herself although her hands trembled just the slightest bit.

It was her wedding night, after all, and a bride was allowed to feel nervous about such things.

After the ceremony and the grand party that followed, she took a relaxing bath and dressed herself carefully to await her husband.

Speaking of Evan, where could he have gone? He told her that he was going to follow her shortly...

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door adjoined to their bedroom opened, and her new husband walked in, wearing nothing but a midnight robe that defined his muscled chest.

Husband. Her heart thrilled at the word. Evan was her husband now, and she was the Duchess of Leonbridge.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and bent over to kiss the side of her neck. Amy bit her lower lip and tilted her head to the side allowing him greater access.

"Good evening, wife," he greeted her in a low voice.

She sighed and smiled at him from the mirror. "Good evening, husband."

"How does it feel to be the Duchess of Leonbridge?" he teased her as he sucked gently at the tender flesh.

"I feel like the most successful young lady in all of London," she laughed softly. She turned around and draped her arms around his neck. "Fortunately, I managed to capture the heart of the Duke of Leonbridge."

He took one of her hands and kissed her wrist before placing her palm over his heart. "It is all yours, my sweet."

Her lips curled into a slow smile. "Good."

He gently lifted her from her seat and carried her over to the bed they would now share for the rest of their lives, laying her upon the silken sheets with infinite care. For their wedding night, a roomful of candles burned, and Amy smiled, remembering the time he asked her if she wanted him to put out the candles.

She had hesitated then. She would not now.

Evan divested himself of his robe and followed her into the bed, his much larger frame covering her own as his lips claimed hers in a searing kiss. Their breaths mingled, their sighs becoming indistinguishable from each other as their tongues mated.

She felt his hand on her breast, and she arched into his touch, her flesh aching for more of him.

She would never get tired of this, of Evan. He was the only one who could evoke such desires from her, bringing her to heights of ecstasy she had never known before.

She clung to him as he dragged his lips from hers down to her breast, sucking the turgid peak into his mouth before nipping her lightly. The flicker of pain brought with it an intense wave of pleasure, she discovered, and she arched even more into his touch.

"Do you like that, wife?" he growled into her breast.

"Yes, I like it well, husband," she sighed, smiling blissfully as she felt his hand climbing up her thigh and felt his rigid arousal pressing against her softness.

She moaned as his fingers unerringly found her center, slipping through her folds to teasingly stroke the pearl of her desire. He pressed onto that bundle of nerves as he nipped at her breast, and Amy felt herself coming undone.

Her hands began their own explorations on the plane of his chest. When her nails snagged against his male nipples, he let out an angry hiss—one that made her smile as she flicked her thumbs over them as he had once done to her. It was exhilarating to know that her touch had just as much of an effect on him as it did to her.

He continued to stroke her wet core as he transferred his mouth to lavish his attention on her other breast. Meanwhile, her hands wandered past his abdomen to trail into his manhood jutting proudly from between his legs.

Dear God, he is immense!Amy thought to herself as her hands circled around his impressive girth.

As she held him cradled in her hands, she heard a low growl, followed by a soft curse. She giggled a little at that and was punished when he suddenly sucked her nipple while pushing a finger deep into her entrance. Her breath immediately exited her lungs, and she reflexively tightened her hold on his arousal.

They continued to pleasure each other, delighting in discovering more of each other’s bodies. As husband and wife, they had a lifetime together to explore all the possibilities of their union, but their wedding night was special on its own.

Tonight, he was finally truly hers as she was his.

"My sweet," he groaned into her ear. "I want to be inside you now."

She smiled at that. "Just as well, husband. I need you to fill me completely."

She held him in her hand, directing him into her entrance as her legs opened to accommodate him. In a single, masterful stroke, he plunged deep into her, drawing a blissful cry from Amy as she raised her hips to meet him.

With him fully sheathed within her, she felt a completeness she had only ever felt with Evan.

"How glorious you are," he murmured. "How incomparably beautiful."

They had been together only once before their wedding night, but as he began to move within her in deep, languid strokes, Amy felt that this was somehow different. Did a ring on her finger truly change everything?

She did not know, nor did she care.

Her mind had become numb to everything save the pleasure she was bringing to and getting from their union as they moved together in that age-old dance between a man and his wife.

Only that this was something much, much more than any other couple in the ton could ever have experienced.

She let out a soft moan, her breath coming out in shallow gasps as Evan started to thrust into her faster, deeper. He groaned into her shoulder and began to suck at the side of her neck as she clutched at him, her aching breasts pressed to his broad chest.

He continued to plunge into her relentlessly as she felt the wave of her first orgasm crashing into her.

"Evan!" she cried out. "Oh, dear God, Evan!"

But Evan was not about to stop. Not even as she was sobbing and writhing underneath him, driven mad by the sheer pleasure of their mating.

She felt herself being carried to the edge, hovering precariously over the precipice of sensual bliss. She could feel that he was there with her, too, as the rhythm of their dance began to speed up, becoming more intense.

Finally, with a single plunge, they jumped off the cliff together, her wild moans intermingling with his fierce growl.

"I love you!" he cried out, his head thrown back in an expression of undiluted pleasure.

Amy blinked lazily as she felt his warmth spread deep within her, filling her completely. She reached out for him, and he bent down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

"I love you, too, Evan," she smiled at him, blinking back the happy tears.

"Shh... don’t cry," he murmured, reaching out to catch the dew that had gathered on her lashes. "I cannot bear it when you cry."

"They are tears of joy," she told him, "because you make me so happy."

He gathered her into his arms, their bodies still joined. "I am the luckiest man alive because you are my wife."

Amy smiled at that and laid her head on his chest. As her eyes fluttered close, she thought of how a few months ago, she would have thought this impossible.

Now, she was looking towards an entire future with Evan.

It was truly amazing how love could change and heal even the most tortured hearts.

I love you,she smiled as she laid her head right above where his heart beat. I love you so, so much!

The End?