“So beautiful,” he murmured, as he gazed upon her naked breasts. Then dipping his head, he pressed his lips to the tempting mounds, placing little kisses along the plump flesh and then swirling his tongue around one peaked nipple and then the other. Nibbling, sucking, tasting, he feasted upon her glorious bounty.
Tiffany twined her fingers in his hair, squirming beneath him as the delicious ache began to build once again.
Positioning himself above her, Alex pressed his throbbing erection against her pelvis, circling his hips and gently rocking against her, before brushing the head of his rigid cock along her moist opening. “Open your eyes, my love,” he said, his voice low and husky. He wanted to look into her eyes and see her expression as they became one.
She complied at once, opening her eyes wide as Alex slid the tip of his erection into her welcoming cleft, inching forward inch by inch. “Are you ready?” he asked hoarsely, calling upon every last bit of control he possessed.
Tiffany nodded, her eyes locked on his.
With one powerful thrust, Alex breached the barrier of her virginity and sheathed himself to the hilt.
Tiffany felt a moment of pain, but it was nothing compared to the absolute joy she felt as she and Alex were joined in the most intimate way possible. “Oh,” she gasped, feeling her muscles stretch and contract as they sought to accommodate the size of his pulsing shaft.
“It won’t hurt anymore,” he assured her, holding himself still as her body slowly adjusted to the feel of him buried deep inside of her.
Tiffany could see the strain on his face as he struggled to remain still within her. Raising her hand to his cheek, she looked deeply into his eyes. “I know,” she whispered. “Make me yours, Alex.”
Needing no further encouragement, Alex began to move within her, gliding forward and then back in long, smooth strokes until he felt her hips begin to move and undulate beneath his. Increasing the tempo of his movements, he was already near to bursting as she began to meet him thrust for thrust.
As Tiffany once again felt the overwhelming need for release growing stronger and stronger, Alex continued to plunge into her, driving deeper and deeper into her welcoming depths, until she cried out, allowing the exquisite pleasure to carry her away once more.
Hearing Tiffany’s impassioned cry was all it took to send Alex tumbling over the edge. Thrusting forward one last time, he filled her with his seed and surrendered to his shuddering climax. Moments later, when he was able to think coherently once again, he was amazed at how different making love to Tiffany had been from anything he’d ever experienced before, for not only had their passionate joining affected his body, it had affected his very soul.
“I can feel the beating of your heart,” Tiffany said a short while later, as she lay snuggled up against Alex’s side, her hand resting lightly atop his chest.
“It’s yours, you know,” he murmured softly against her hair. “For now and all eternity.”
“As mine will always be yours,” Tiffany replied, smiling in utter contentment.
“Oh, but that reminds me,” he said suddenly. “I have something else that belongs to you.”
“You do?”
Rolling onto his side, he reached toward the bedside table and pulled open the top drawer.
Watching as Alex rolled back to face her a moment later, Tiffany’s gaze dropped to the item he held in his hand. It was her engagement ring, the blue diamond sparkling brilliantly as it caught and reflected the glow from the fireplace.
“I believe this belongs to you, my lady,” Alex said, holding the ring between his thumb and forefinger.
Tiffany’s eyes were moist, but her smile was full of joy as she once again gazed upon the beautiful ring that had been missing from her finger for far too long.
“Will you marry me, Tiffany?”
“Yes, my love, a thousand time yes,” she whispered emotionally. Holding out her hand, she knew that this time was forever as Alex once again slid the ring onto her finger.
Chapter 22
“Are you certain you’re making the right decision?” Brendon whispered, as he eyed Tiffany with a cocked brow and a devilish expression upon his handsome face. “I have a coach ready and waiting just outside,” he continued in a hushed voice. “If you’ll only say the word we could leave for Gretna Green straightaway.”
Tiffany merely laughed, rolling her eyes at the charming rogue who stood before her. It was the eve of her wedding day, and the Leighton’s were hosting a special dinner in honor of the occasion.
“I heard that,” Alex said, coming toward them from where he’d stood talking to Nicholas just a few feet away. Placing his arm around Tiffany’s waist he regarded Brendon with an amused, yet equally exasperated expression. “If you do not stop trying to abscond with my intended, I shall be forced to disinvite you to our wedding,” he stated. “So behave yourself.”
“Well, you can’t blame a man for trying,” Brendon replied with an exaggerated sigh. “But as the lady appears to have made up her mind,” he said, smiling at Tiffany, “I shall do my best to accept her decision with both grace and dignity,” he concluded, turning back to Alex and lifting his glass in salute.
Moments later, as Brendon walked away, Alex leaned down and whispered in Tiffany’s ear. “Are you certain you’re making the right decision?” he asked tenderly. “After tomorrow, you shall be stuck with me for life you know.”
“I know,” Tiffany replied with a loving smile. “And I have never been more certain of anything in my life, for you, and only you, are all I have ever wanted.”
As they stood arm in arm, looking upon the faces of their beloved friends and family, Alex knew without a doubt, that losing that wager to Tiffany’s father had been the best decision he’d ever made. However, a moment later, as his gaze landed upon the trio standing across the room, his contented expression slowly gave way to one of dismay.
Following the line of Alex’s narrowed gaze, Tiffany had to bite her lip to keep from laughing aloud as she saw what had drawn his attention. His sisters, Amelia and Lizzie, were both standing next to Brendon Leighton with unconcealed adoration reflected upon their pretty, upturned faces as they gazed longingly upon one of England’s most celebrated rakes.
“Bloody hell,” Alex muttered under his breath.
The following day, as she and Alex recited their vows within the family chapel at Chesterfield, a handful of snowflakes could be seen falling gently downward through the narrow row of windows that lined the back of the tiny church. It was a beautiful backdrop and the ideal addition to an already picture-perfect setting. All in all, surrounded by only their closest friends and family, in addition to Aunt Rose’s two pugs, the ceremony, as well as the venue, was both private and intimate, exactly as they’d wanted it to be. And although her father wasn’t there, Tiffany didn’t let it bother her, for these were the people who truly loved her. This was her family.
As they were pronounced husband and wife, it was all Tiffany could do to keep from throwing her arms around Alex’s neck and kissing him until they were both gasping for air. But as she didn’t wish to shock the kindly village priest, she happily settled for the soft, sweet kiss that Alex placed upon her lips, content with the knowledge that their wedding night was only a few short hours away.
Epilogue
Lying languidly upon her back, Tiffany’s gaze traveled slowly across the star-filled sky above.
“I can feel the baby moving,” Alex said, distracting his wife from her perusal of the stars.
“Your son is restless this evening,” Tiffany replied, turning her face to look at the man lying beside her. They were at their country home, sprawled atop one of the wide, cushioned benches within the privacy of the glass-domed gazebo that Alex had designed and built for her just a few short weeks after their wedding.
With his hand resting lightly atop the gentle mound of Tiffany’s naked belly, Alex smiled as he felt another small movement beneath his hand. “Perhaps it’s a girl this time,” h
e mused.
“But your son has made it quite clear that he wants a brother,” Tiffany reminded him with an amused grin. “Thomas is bound to be upset if we present him with a sister.”
“Well then,” Alex said with a lascivious smile, moving his arms to her back and pulling her more tightly against his naked chest, “if it is a girl, I suppose we shall just have to keep trying.”
Tiffany emitted a delighted giggle as Alex ran his fingers up and down her spine. “Do you think we shall ever tire of trying?” she asked teasingly, trailing her own fingers lightly across the muscled planes of his taut abdomen.
“Lord I hope not,” he responded playfully, brushing his lips against the delicate line of her jaw.
Over the top of Alex’s shoulder, Tiffany noticed a faint streak of white flash across the sky. “Oh, a shooting star,” she exclaimed.
“Did you make a wish?” Alex murmured, nuzzling the sensitive area below her ear.
Shaking her head, she smiled contentedly as she pressed her hand to her husband’s cheek. “I’ve no need for another wish, my love, for all of mine have already come true.”
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