Chapter 161

Agnes

The force of my kiss sent us tumbling backward, Elijah’s solid frame catching me as we fell against the bed. My skirts billowed around us, tangling in a swirl of fabric that trapped our legs together.

Our mouths locked desperately, lips bruising against each other as I pressed myself closer, my breasts flattening against his chest. The aphrodisiac Mason had slipped into my champagne burned through my veins, making a molten heat pool low in my belly, urging me to writhe against him like some feral creature in heat.

My pussy throbbed with need, slick and aching, and every shift of my hips against his only stoked the fire higher.

I couldn’t get enough of him. His taste flooded my senses, drowning out the lingering fog of the drug. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into the charcoal gray fabric of the suit I’d stitched with such care, as if I could tear through it to reach the skin beneath.

The room spun slightly, rose petals crushed beneath us, their sweet scent mixing with the musk of our desire.

Elijah pulled back just enough to break the kiss, his breath ragged against my lips. “Agnes,” he murmured. He lifted a hand, pressing his palm to my forehead, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the feverish heat radiating from my skin. “Are you certain you want this? You’re burning up.”

The question pierced through the haze, making me hesitate for a fleeting moment. My chest heaved as I stared into his gaze. The aphrodisiac might have set my body ablaze, but this—this want, this need—was all me.

I didn’t answer, at least not with words. Rather, my hands shot out, gripping his wrists and pinning them to the bed.

“I want nothing more than this right now,” I said fiercely. “Aphrodisiac be damned, Elijah. I need you. I love you.”

A grin spread across his face, wicked and tender all at once, and it made my heart stutter. “Then you’ve got me,” he said. His voice was low and rough, and it sent a shiver down my spine to know that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

We surged together again, our mouths crashing against one another. His hands, now freed from my grip, roamed over me, shoving the voluminous skirts of my gown higher until they bunched around my waist. The cool air kissed my bare thighs. His fingers brushed against the lacy edge of my panties, and I felt him pause, a soft grunt of surprise rumbling in his chest.

“Lace?” he murmured against my lips. “And I thought I was the only one with surprises tonight.”

I smirked. “Only the best for my husband,” I teased, my fingers sliding down his chest to the bulge straining against his trousers.

Goddess, he was already hard for me, his cock thick and rigid beneath the fabric, and the feel of it made my pussy clench with anticipation. With deft movements, I unfastened his pants, slipping my hand inside to free him. His cock sprang out, hot and heavy in my palm, the velvety skin pulsing under my touch.

I stroked him once, twice, reveling in the way his breath hitched, his hips bucking slightly into my grip.

“Fuck, Agnes,” he groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows as I positioned myself above him. My skirts fanned out around us, hiding the evidence of our desire to anyone who might come knocking on that honeymoon suite door.

Grinning, I tugged my panties aside, the lace scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin, and guided his cock to my entrance. The tip brushed my slick folds, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from my throat as I sank onto him, inch by torturous inch.

He filled me completely, stretching my pussy in a way that made my eyes flutter shut. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that had me trembling on top of him.

Elijah’s hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I adjusted to his size. “You feel so good,” he rasped out. “Do you know that? How amazing you feel, every time I’m inside you? It’s like a drug.”

His words made me begin to move instinctively, rocking against him with slow, deliberate rolls of my hips. The friction sent sparks shooting through me, my clit grinding against his pelvis with every thrust.

But the aphrodisiac had me impatient, desperate, and soon I was bouncing faster, my breasts heaving within the armored bodice of my gown.

Elijah’s hands slid up my sides, cupping my breasts through the fabric, his thumbs teasing at my nipples until they peaked against the silk. “I wanted to make love to you all night,” he admitted, his words punctuated by shallow thrusts as he met my movements. “Draw this out, savor every second.”

I leaned down, my lips brushing his ear as I whispered, “We’ll be back for more later.” It was difficult to even get the words out around my low moans of pleasure. “After we celebrate our wedding with our guests, after this room’s cleaned up… I’ll fuck you until dawn, if that’s what you want.”

My words ignited something in him. His cock twitched inside of me, growing impossibly harder, and a growl rumbled deep in his chest. “You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, but the grin on his face told me he would happily let me.

His hands tightened on my hips, and he thrust up into me with renewed vigor, driving his cock deeper, hitting that perfect little spot inside me that made my vision blur.

Our lovemaking turned quick and fierce. I straightened up, straddling him fully, my hands braced on his chest as I rode him hard. The heart-shaped bed creaked beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall in time with our rhythm. My pussy clenched around him, slick and tight, drawing him closer to the edge with every thrust.

“Elijah,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shirt as the pleasure came to a head. He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me flush against him. Our foreheads pressed together as we moved as one.

Finally, his cock slammed into me one last time, and I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like wildfire. My pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

He came with me, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled inside of me. He thrusted once, then twice, each smaller than the last until the head of his cock had nowhere else to go but out. We sagged against one another, breathless, and for a moment, we just stayed like that.

Before either of us could speak, a small voice called through the hallway outside the door. “Mommy? Daddy? Are you up here? Beta James is looking for you.”

Thea. My heart leapt. I glanced at Elijah, and we moved quickly. I slid off him, wincing slightly as his cock slipped free, leaving a delicious ache between my thighs. He tucked himself back into his trousers while I yanked my skirts down, smoothing the crumpled silk as best I could.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and Thea poked her head in. Her eyes widened when she saw the ruined bedroom. “What happened here?” she asked, stepping inside.

Elijah was on his feet in an instant, scooping her up with one arm. Her giggles filled the air as he hoisted her against his side. He then reached for my hand with his free one, his fingers lacing through mine, the silver band I’d placed on his ring finger cool against my skin.

“Come on, my loves,” he said, guiding us both out of the room. “Let’s go downstairs and celebrate.”