Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

"I won't let you go, even if you ask."

Richard's low voice sent shivers down Nancy's spine, but she steeled her nerves, wanting nothing more than to satiate the burning thirst she had suffered for days now.

"I won't ask," she promised.

That seemed to convince him sufficiently because the next moment, his lips were on hers, sealing her fate.

This kiss was slower than the heated one they had shared in his study but no less passionate, his lips moving over hers at a leisurely pace that did little to keep the flames of desire from welling up within her.

Nancy clung to his sleeves as he pulled her closer, sighing as one of his hands came up to grip the side of her neck, tilting her face to an angle that would let him deepen the kiss. Her lips parted beneath his easily, and she found herself drowning in the wet licks and caresses of his tongue over hers and her lips.

"You taste… sweeter than anything I could have ever dreamed of. I've wanted more… ever since that night I had you in my study," he muttered, trailing kisses down the column of her throat.

Nancy gasped as he nibbled on the crook of her neck, unable to think of anything other than the way his hands roamed over her body, the heat and weight of his touch still heavy through the fabric of her dress.

"I wanted more too. Now, you can do… whatever you want."

Suddenly, she was turned around and pressed against the door, shivering as his breath hit her ear while he whispered, vaguely aware of the buttons on the back of her dress being undone.

"Do not worry, darling," he said, pressing a kiss to her ear. "I plan to."

Nancy tilted her head to the side slightly, giving him easy access to her neck, satisfied when he began to pepper it with kisses, momentarily satiating the flames within her.

She wanted more, needed all he was willing to give and then some.

It wasn't ladylike, this impatience welling up within her, but she could barely keep her mind from crumbling in on itself.

"Richard—Richard, please," she begged, not sure what for.

"Shhh," he muttered, turning her back to face him, kissing her deeply once his gaze locked with hers once more.

His hands pushed the dress off her shoulders and tugged it down when it pooled around her hips, freeing her from the confines of the heavy fabric.

"I know, darling. Soon," he promised.

Nancy's hands slid up his chest as he kissed her again, gripping his shoulders as his hands found purchase on her buttocks and ground his hips against hers, letting her feel his hardening length.

"I want you," he told her between kisses, his hands kneading her behind. "So much. I've dreamt of this countless times."

Nancy wanted to feel him, too. She wanted to know if the entirety of his body ran hot or if it was just his touch. So, she tugged at his cravat, sighing when it came undone almost immediately, shifting what little focus she had to undo his buttons. Richard lent her a hand at some point, just as eager to rid himself of his clothes.

Soon, his shirt had been tossed aside, and she was free to explore his torso as she wished, immediately enthralled by the firm muscles that had easily caught her in the carriage after their wedding. Every groove and dip in his flesh felt as though he had been painstakingly crafted by God, fashioned into a possible weapon that would be her undoing.

The sentiment rang true when he picked her up easily, chuckling at the startled squeal that escaped her lips as he carried her to the bed. Nancy's heart skipped a beat as he lowered her onto his sheets as delicately as one would be if they were handling something precious.

Gently, Richard kissed her cheek, pressing another kiss to her jaw then another to her neck, each one filling every part of her with indescribable warmth.

As he showered her with fleeting kisses, his hand tugged at the strings at the back of her corset, soon managing to free her bosom.

He tossed it aside and guided her to lie down on her back, leaning over her to claim her lips once more until she was breathless. Shortly after, she felt his hand slowly trail up her thigh, edging up higher beneath her chemise.

A noise of protest left Nancy's lips as he pulled away slightly, but he didn't go far, gently tugging off her chemise and tossing it aside, finally baring her before him.

It felt a little too late to feel ashamed, but still, the emotion flashed through her, and impulsively, she pressed her thighs together.

Richard noticed immediately and tutted at her, his large hands spreading them apart as he settled between them.

"I want to see all of you, Nancy," he told her softly, nosing along her inner thigh.

"But—" she tried to protest, nearly screaming when he surged forward, burying his face between her legs.

A loud moan ripped out of her throat as his tongue lapped at her wetness, the overwhelming sensation building within her once more.

"Richard," she whined, her hands delving in his hair again.

Richard didn't look as though there was anywhere else he would rather be than between her legs, hungrily licking and sucking at her wet fold, keeping her a prisoner to his desire.

His tongue brought her to the verge of ruin, wanting nothing more than to explore her deeply. More than once, she felt him circle her drenched bud, coaxing more breathless moans out of her. She arched into him, grounded only by his strong grip on her thighs.

Soon enough, she was teetering on the brink of deep pleasure, barely able to hold on for much longer.

"R-Richard—" Her thighs quivered. "D-don't stop—please?—"

His thumb joined his masterful tongue, pressing against her slippery nub, and that was when she fell into the abyss of pleasure, consumed by the shivers that had been building within her.

Richard was still between her legs when the sensations subsided, and the moment she felt like she had descended back on earth, he began sucking and licking at her again.

"Oh my God," she gasped, shocked at how easily her body melted into his touch, even though she felt so sensitive after the pleasure he'd just given her.

She could have him there forever, kissing and caressing her ceaselessly. Goodness, it felt amazing; beyond any joy she had ever felt in her life before.

Much sooner than she expected, her body started to tense, the bliss inside her escalating, intoxicating her once again.

"Yes, darling. Be a good girl and come for me again," he whispered against her flesh, his deep voice vibrating against her skin, intensifying her pleasure.

Which pushed her right over the edge, and she let out another breathy moan for him, the sweet, fiery euphoria washing over every part of her, her body twitching as she let it envelop her whole.

Richard licked her once again slowly and she weakly pushed him away with a whine, pouting at the deep chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

"I'm sorry, darling," he said sweetly, his fingers working the buttons of his breeches open. "You tasted so good, I got greedy."

He leaned forward to claim her lips, the kiss eager as she tasted herself on his tongue. When he pulled back, it was to step out of the last of his garments, leaving himself just as bare as she was before he settled between her legs again.

Nancy's eyes wandered to his stiff member, unable to keep herself from feeling anxious at the sight of it.

Her worries must have been evident on her face because his hand trailed up her thighs gently, over the curves of her hips as he leaned close, pressing himself against her so she could feel just how much he wanted her.

"I'll be gentle," Richard promised softly.

Slowly, Nancy nodded, tensing up when the tip of his member prodded against her wet folds.

"Breathe, darling," he urged quietly, and she inhaled, her eyes instinctively squeezing shut as he pressed into her, the pain instantaneous in its arrival and departure, leaving behind the odd feeling of fullness.

Richard kept his word, slowly easing his member in, little by little, until their hips were flush against each other.

Nancy felt… incredibly full, to the point she could swear she felt a pressure at the base of her throat, swallowing with difficulty.

"Nancy? Are you all right?" he queried softly, his voice seeming to echo in her mind.

With her eyes still closed, she nodded, scrambling to hold onto his arms as his hands tightened their grip on her waist.

"Go on," she whispered, getting accustomed to the intrusion.

Richard leaned forward to kiss her, pressing even deeper, and she moaned into his mouth as he pulled out slightly and thrust back into her just as slowly as he had before. He repeated the motions, his hips moving back and forth, pulling in and out of her at a gentle pace.

It felt incredible, this closeness between them. Nancy felt dizzy with his earthy, male scent, content to cling to his sweat-dampened body as it covered hers, sighing and moaning into every kiss he gave her.

His mouth eventually wandered from hers, tracing the contour of her throat as a hand came up to fondle her breast, every grind of his hips shattering her and pulling her back together.

Nancy thought it couldn't get any better than that, but then, in a moment of lack of self-control, he increased his speed suddenly, his thrusts getting a little rougher, and his member sank into her so deep, pulling a deep moan from both of them.

Richard cursed, trying to slow down again as he apologized. "Ah—sorry, I did not?—"

"No," she sputtered, running her hands over his chest, shivering as his muscles twitched beneath her touch. "No, do not… I… Do it again. Please."

Her husband hesitated for a moment before he pulled out further than he had before and thrust into her quickly in a single snap of his hips.

Nancy could've sworn she nearly lost her sight, clawing at his back as intense arousal washed over her.

"A-Again," she gasped.

Richard repeated the motion, his hands holding her down as he thrust into her faster, smirking as she moaned his name.

"So pretty," he mumbled, keeping up the new pace, his dark eyes roaming over her form as she writhed beneath him. "You look so pretty like this. Almost completely ruined because of me. I like it."

Nancy could barely hang onto a word he was saying, that familiar feeling building within her again. Richard's mouth covered hers, wanting all her sounds and taking them, tasting like the desire that filled the air between them.

"Richard—Richard, p-please," she begged, arching into him as his husky voice whispered praises against her throat.

He bit and sucked the skin there, marking her over and over. She was his, utterly and completely.

Just as the pleasure she sought was within reach, he pulled out of her, making her whine loudly in complaint.

"Richard," she cried, feeling a little betrayed by the rush of air into her lungs and the disappearing weight in her stomach.

But he said nothing, only moving back even more, to her horror. Before she could complain, however, he used his grip on her hips to flip her onto her stomach, spreading her legs and pulling her back until she was on her hands and knees.

"I wanted to see you like this for a bit," he whispered, thrusting back into her slowly until he was completely sheathed inside her. "Like a present, made just for me."

Nancy tightened her grip on the pillows below her, pushing her hips back to meet his thrust halfway, drawing out a startled sound from him. Richard seemed to appreciate it when she did it again, clearly enjoying the fact that he was not the only one who was mindlessly chasing relief, but soon he took charge again, his fingers curling around her hips as he suddenly thrust hard into her.

Nancy nearly lost her balance, barely managing to hold herself up as he kept up the mean pace, his member reaching deeper and deeper into her, stroking her walls and coaxing more sweet sounds out of her.

"Ah—Richard—I-I can't?—"

"I know," he grunted, grinding forward, deep and slow, before picking up the pace again. "God, you feel so good."

The pressure returned, looming and daunting, and she was ready to lose herself to it completely, surprised when he pulled her up and pressed her back to his chest as he continued to thrust into her, sucking at her neck.

She felt his teeth sink into her shoulder as they both plunged head first into a shared pleasure, all-consuming and claiming, blessing them with mind-numbing satisfaction that settled into their bones.

He held her close as she shook, releasing his seed into her while she gasped for air. The room that had been formerly filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin only held their tired breaths now, and it felt as though Nancy's ears were ringing.

With a sigh, Richard lowered her to the bed and pulled out of her, taking a moment to watch her as she lay on his sheets, flushed and ruined.

She felt boneless, her mind pleasantly numb but still possessing enough clarity for her to hum in satisfaction as he lay down next to her, scooped her into his arms, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She buried her face in his neck, mumbling sleepily, "Is this… Does it always feel like that?"

He stroked her hair gently as she started to fall asleep, his words echoing in her mind before the darkness consumed her.

"With me, it always will, darling."