And continued to soar as Cary bent to her and she lifted on tiptoe to him and their lips touched. Sophie felt a shower of sparks rush through her.
Their first kiss as husband and wifeâ
His lips parted hers, and his tongue slipped gently inside her mouth, teasing hers.
Goodness, he was doing this to her in church.
Cary was, at heart, a Wicked Duke. She knew that now.
Slowly, he broke the kiss. The reverend was blushing as he led them to sign the book while the guests filed outside.
Sophie watched Cary quickly move the pen, signing his name with a flourish. “I cannot believe your given names are Fitzwilliam Augustus Flavius.”
“My father loved Roman history, and I bore the brunt.” He handed her the pen, and she wrote her name.
He clasped her hand, and they walked back up the aisle together toward the doors of the church. Sophie hesitated at the closed door. Soon, they would walk out in front of all their guests.
“Our wedding is the talk of London. Everyone must be gossiping about usâand I am not sure if I can go through with this.”
“We can weather the gossip together,” he assured her. “I invited several important and open-minded members of the aristocracy. Their presence here assures your acceptance.”
“That's why there were so many guestsâ”
Cary's mouth closed over hers again. He gave her a slow, luscious kiss. In the church, again. She pulled back, face aflame. “You must stop,” she squeaked. “We're in church.”
“But we're married now. Nothing is forbidden.”
“Nothing? Heavens, what do you have in mind? Remember, we are supposed to be going to the wedding breakfast. There is a reason it is called a wedding night.”
“I can't wait that long,” he admitted. “Race you to the carriage.”
Then the doors opened and cheers rose up. Rice showered over them. Laughing, Cary ran with her to the carriage and quickly handed her up. She leaned out the window to wave, then turned to discover Cary was unfastening his trousers.
She laughed, joyously. “You are eager.”
“I'm in love.”
Their carriage rumbled on toward their wedding breakfast. But inside, she settled on Cary's lap, taking his beautiful hard cock inside.
His arms went around her, and he kissed the nape of her neck as he drove inside her. Under her skirts he teased her nether lips, found her sensitive clit, and lightly caressed it.
Sophie moaned softly and sucked in frantic breaths.
All the joy and excitement of the day blended with the sheer frantic eroticism of their hurried lovemaking, becoming something explosive.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried.
She was coming, then he was too. Together, they found their peak. Moaning together. Laughing in unison afterward.
“I always hoped I would find love. But I never dreamed I would find you, Cary. That you would marry me, and we could have a family together. And that Alex would have a wonderful home and a future. It is like a dream come true.”
“It is more happiness than I ever let myself dream about,” he admitted.
She gasped, realizing he growing hard again. “Can you? Already?”
“I can because I desire you so much. Because I love you so much. You are my dream come true, Sophie.” Then he said, “My mother intends to hold a ball. She admitted to me that she lied about being gravely ill to convince me to marry.”
“Do you forgive her? She didn't mean harm by it.”
“I did forgive her, Sophie.”
“That was very good of youâ” She broke off and gasped as he wriggled his hips, teasing her with his cock.
“I know all her worry over me had weakened her, but she is genuinely happy about the marriage. And the anticipation of a grandchild is doing wonders for herâ”
“You didn't tell her yet, did you?”
“I'm afraid I did. I warned her it was early yet.” He thrust deeply into her. “But I did want to tell you about the ball.”
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“I do like balls,” Sophie said.
Cary laughed, knowing he'd never felt happier. “Sophie, that has another meaning, you know.”
“Well, I mean both of them when you are involved,” Sophie said, looking a bit indignant at his laughter. “I am looking forward to waltzing with you again.”
How adorable she was, he thought. “You'll only get one dance with me.”
“Only one! Why?”
“After that, I'll want to steal you away and make love to you all night.”
“Hmmm, perhaps that would be better than dancing.”
He laughed again. Then he held her hips to spear her on his rock-hard, throbbing cock as he thrust into her tight, hot pussy.
He was so deeply in love with her. And had never felt more deeply ensconced in pure joy and delight. Little by little, he and Sophie had fallen deeper in sin.
Only to find heaven at the end of it.
He kissed her just as she climaxed, loving the way she bounced on him and scratched his shoulders and moaned frantically against his mouth.
Happiness was going to be theirs. Forever after.