Page 83 of Reforming the Rakish Marquess

She bunched the material in her hands and swept the thin, white garment over her head and tossed it to the floor. His breath caught when he caught sight of her naked form. How he had missed her. He would never tire of gazing upon her every day for the rest of his life.

He tossed his shirt away and kicked off his boots before taking her in his arms. Kissing her as he walked her backward towards the bed. He urged her to sit on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off the side. He positioned himself between her legs, massaging her thighs. Running his fingers beneath the edge of her stockings, he removed them and dropped them on the floor.

Kissing her lips, he massaged her thighs again, holding them tight around his clothed hips. Breaking the kiss, he urged her to lie back. Standing between her legs, he shifted his hand to massage her pearl and watched her back arch off of the bed. He slid two fingers inside of her and licked his lips at the realization of how wet she already was.

Pumping his fingers in and out, she moaned. “Jude.”

He removed his fingers from her, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. The need written all over her expression. She wanted him to make her come, and he would not disappoint her.

Sucking the taste of her off of his fingers, he groaned and then he asked, “Do you want my tongue or my cock, my lady?”

She sat up and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around his hips. She kissed his chest and ran her hands down his body until she reached his falls.

“I want you now…” She paused and smirked at him while she worked at his buttons. “…but I want your tongue later.”

She released her legs from his waist, and he shoved his breeches to the floor. Scooting her back on the bed, he placed himself between her legs.

She wrapped her legs around him again, urging him to enter her. With one hand on each side of her head, steadying him to hover above her, he leaned down and took her lips in a searing kiss. His cock placed at her opening, the tip teasing both of them.

“My love, do you wish for me to continue to attempt to prevent a babe? The choice is yours. In my heart, you are already my wife.”

His heart pounded from the way she looked at him, nothing but love, tenderness, and desire in her expression. She cupped his cheek. “I have dreamt of carrying your child. I would welcome such a joy.”

No longer able to wait, he pushed himself inside of her with a single thrust. He took her lips again and gave her a few seconds to adjust before he pulled out and pushed in again.

She squeezed her legs tighter around his hips and their mutual need turned primal, almost unhinged. He would make love to her slow and sweet later, but in that moment they needed each other with such an intensity that he couldn’t be tamed. They needed to own and possess each other in a way that would ease the doubts that they might ever be parted again.

He supported himself with one hand and brought his other to her hip, lifting it so he could enter her deeper with each thrust.

As she moaned and arched her back, he didn’t bother to silence her. He didn’t care if his servants knew what he was doing with his future wife.

She pushed against his chest and encouraged him to shift to his back. He did so, and she climbed on top of him.

“I want to make love to you,” she said, her voice low and raspy as she positioned herself over him, inching his cock inside of her until she was fully seated, taking his entire length.

She sat up straight, her perfect body on full display. Then she began rocking her hips, moaning as she increased her speed. He clasped her hips and bucked beneath her to aid in her movements. “Yes,” she moaned.

He licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her taking her pleasure and her breasts bobbing with each of his thrusts.

Her head fell back, and she cried out. Her core clenched his cock, every wave of her climax milking his own release. “Juliana,” he whispered. He pumped every bit of his seed deep inside of her before she went limp and collapsed on top of him, burying her face in his neck.

They both fought to catch their breath, holding each other close as she still laid atop him. “I love you, Jude,” she said, kissing his neck.

He shifted her, so that she laid beside him, nestled in the crook of his arm. “I should hope so,” he said, placing his hand on her stomach. “You just might carry our babe now.”

“That would be wonderful,” she sighed. “I’m sure Rose would enjoy a little brother or sister.”

A horrific thought came to him and caused his chest to tighten, and he couldn’t stop the deep frown from forming.

“Jude? What is the matter?” Juliana asked.

“I am terrified of you going through childbirth. I can’t lose you.” He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. Jude just got her back and the thought of losing her again was too much. He couldn’t become his father, a shell of a man from losing the love of his life.

She petted and kissed his naked chest. “You won’t. I refuse to leave you for anything.”

He knew he would be a nervous wreck, but he would have the best doctors tending to her. He may even move one into the house full time. They could cross that bridge when they came to it, but he would take no chances and spare no expense to ensure she was well.

“Speaking of which,” she started again, “I still have a long carriage ride back.”