Page 66 of A Necessary Wife

She frowned, not understanding, until he moved her fingers around…and she discovered how greatly she could excite herself.

She trusted him to advise her on matters of seeking her own pleasure, and after a few strokes, she understood how she could achieve an orgasm that way while he remained inside her. Amelia stroked herself, swirling her fingertips around a tiny bud that brought such sweet pleasure, while Milo moved inside her slowly.

It was astonishingly good, and when she met his gaze, she saw him watching her closely. He moved until his lips were beside her ear. “I want to see the moment you come, feel it from inside of you. You are so lovely when you come undone in my arms.”

Amelia’s sex twitched in response.

“And when you’ve come undone, when you have wrung every sensual feeling from the moment, I’m going to take you hard until I fill you with my seed. And then I’m going to do it again, and again, until you beg for mercy.”

Amelia shuddered, excited by the threat of more pleasure from him. Her fingers moved faster, and Milo’s thrusts matched her movements.

Her back arched, and his hand suddenly clamped over her mouth. That excited her, too, and she came violently, though not as silently as she’d meant to do.

But Milo had known she couldn’t help herself. The gleam in his eyes showed intense satisfaction with what they’d done together already.

She came down slowly from her climax, her legs relaxing until she lay open to him.

Chatham stared at her. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

He started to move, burying his face against her throat, then he rose up again, gripping her thighs, holding her open to him. He started to grunt, and Amelia quickly placed her palm over his lips, too.

His eyes widened, and he froze. But it was only for a moment. He twitched and began to slam into her repeatedly, before he filled her with his seed as promised.

Chatham collapsed atop her, and Amelia held him tight, hugging him with her knees. Holding him close and astonished by how naturally they always came together.

He pressed his lips to her cheek, panting hard still. “I want you no matter where we are.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” she whispered back, fingers sliding over his back, but then she laughed. “I definitely want more of you like this.”

“Then we will stay here for a while and see if we can reach even greater heights next time.”

“Next time? What about your father’s dinner? I need time to prepare myself to meet all the guests.”

He withdrew, flipped her over onto her stomach, and lay against her back without crushing her. His cock appeared to be hard still, when he nudged her bottom with it a few times. He moved her hair away from her ear. “We could be too sated to think of dinner, and I’d rather lay with you here until dawn than make polite conversation with dull guests. Could you bear more of me?”

Amelia’s pussy twitched at the very thought. “Yes.”

She widened her legs a little farther to let him in, keen to see what more there could possibly be between them.

Marriage to Chatham was turning out to be the most exciting thing she’d ever done.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Milo found no rest that night.

Sleep tugged at him for brief moments, only to abandon him the instant Amelia breathed too deeply beside him or shifted against him in her sleep.

He was constantly aware of her warm, supple body pressed along the length of his, the gentle curve of her back fitting perfectly against his chest, as if she had been fashioned to lie there beside him all along.

In the half-light of pre-dawn, Milo was bewitched by a woman he’d never expected to captivate him so thoroughly. He’d found his match in passion, and more, with Amelia by his side.

He gave up pretending he could sleep entirely and eased away from her again. Amelia grumbled a half-complaint and finally rolled away. She was soon breathing deeply again, and he struggled not to smile.

He had exhausted her last night. They had made love as if there was nothing in the world more important than pleasuring each other. Each touch hadn’t seemed enough for him.

That troubled him now.

He eased out of bed, careful not to wake her, and threw on a robe. He paused beside the bed a moment longer, watching Amelia sleep soundly, pale hair tumbling over the pillow, and sighed.