Page 80 of Wicked By Design

He closed his eyes, turning his face into her palm. “God, I love you. Will you stop making it worse, you wretched woman? I’m putty in your hands as it is, isn’t that enough for you?”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Turnabout is fair play, love. If I must feel this overwhelmed by you, it’s only fair that you are in the same sorry state. Speaking of which…” She reached out and touched his stiff cock with a finger, giving a delighted laugh as it bobbed eagerly.

“Oh, I’m going to die,” he said on a groan, but lay down, covering his eyes with his arm. “Go ahead. Kill me. I surrender.”

Cilly sat back, regarding this expanse of male beauty with glee. She had not expected him to be so accommodating as to let her do as she wished with him, but it seemed foolish to miss the opportunity.

“You will tell me if I do anything wrong?” she ventured uncertainly.

His lips quirked, and he raised his arm enough to peer at her. “You won’t do anything wrong. I trust you.”

Cilly held her breath as she reached for him again and caressed him tentatively as his cock leapt beneath her touch. It did not take her long to realise he required a firmer hand, and she grasped him with more confidence.

Damian groaned, his hips bucking. Well, that seemed a positive reaction, she thought with satisfaction, and so she did it again. He made a choked sound, which made her feel vastly pleased with herself, so she settled to her task, stroking and gently squeezing until she settled on a rhythm that seemed to please him.

“Is this—?” she began, but he choked out such a harsh reply she was left in no doubt she was on the right track.

“Yes! Yes, yes. Oh, God.”

To her delight, he let her toy with him, occasionally offering her a word of guidance that she was quick to follow.

“Yes, slowly, yes, like that.”

“Slow, like this?”

He nodded, his breath quickening.

“Make it wet, use your mouth to—” His instruction was lost in a deep groan as Cilly lost no time in doing as he asked, enveloping him in the heat of her mouth. His skin was so soft, the taste of him faintly salty, and the fierce surge of desire that had swept her away so completely blazed back to life, her entire body alight with the wonder of bringing him that same explosion of joy.

“I’ll die, oh my God, I… I can’t…”

Satisfaction thrilled through her at his words, at the urgency, the desperation, and the way he seemed entirely helpless under her touch. To know she could bring him the same bone melting pleasure he had shown her was power beyond anything she had ever known, and she relished it.

“Celia… Christ!” He bucked as she lifted her mouth away, stroking him slow and yet firm, her gaze upon his face as he clutched at the pillows beneath his head. His body bowed, muscles bunching and flexing as the climax took him over and he spent, spilling his seed over his belly.

Cilly was breathing as hard as he was, overwhelmed by the intimacy, by the trust and pleasure she took in making him come apart so thoroughly.

It took some time before his breathing steadied, and he opened his eyes. For a long moment he only gazed at the ceiling, and then he turned to her, his expression cautious.

“Have I shocked you?” he asked a little diffidently.

Cilly snorted. “No, the only shock is that I appear to have hidden talents. Who knew? That was rather good, wasn’t it?”

For a long moment he just stared at her, and then he began to laugh. He laughed and laughed until tears ran down his cheeks.

Cilly stared at him uncertainly for a long moment and then grinned, which only made him laugh harder.

Feeling inordinately pleased with herself, she went to the washstand and poured water into the basin, using it to wet a washcloth. Returning to the bed, she cleaned his belly, refusing to feel an iota of regret for what she could not have, when she had so much more than she had ever believed possible.

“Thank you, wife,” he said, his voice gruff with pleasure that she would do such a thing for him.

Cilly smiled and returned to the washstand to freshen herself before getting back into bed.

To her delight, he reached for her, and they lay together, the steady thud of his heart a comfortingly powerful sound beneath her ear. For a long time, they said nothing, simply enjoying the moment of peace, the closeness and warmth of being together.

“I never thought I could have this, Celia, nor anything close to it. Thank you. Thank you for being so utterly lost to reason to think trapping me into marriage was a sensible course of action.”

She laughed and turned in his arms, pressing a kiss to his chest, entirely enchanted that this was something she could do now because she was his wife.