Becoming Lady Thomas (Becoming Her Book 1) (13 page)

THE WORDS.

She finally said the words.

My honeysuckle. My sweet Elisabeth wants me as much as I want her. She has willingly agreed to be my wife. A carnal desire to beat on my chest and shout to the world that she is mine overwhelms me, but I school those urges. Right now, there are more important things to tend to.

Her.

She smiles beautifully at me with expectation and hope. It worries me that her loss of virginity might be painful, but the thought of taking her and making her mine overshadows it. We’ll get through it together. I’ll be there for her every step of the way.

My hands find the sash to the robe and I easily untie it. Elisabeth is a perfect gift and I’ve finally been honored with the privilege of opening her.

She.

Is.

Mine.

I hear her gasp when my thumbs graze across her hardened nipples. Her entire body quivers with the anticipation of our union. Sliding my hand down, I touch her through her thatch of hair and locate her pleasure button. The moment it connects, she whimpers.

“I want you so wet for me, honeysuckle. I want you to drip with your arousal so that, when I slide into you, you’ll feel no pain—only pleasure. Can I tease your body and worship it like I want to?”

She nods and threads her fingers through my hair.

“Do you want my tongue on that sweet cunt of yours—tasting and lapping up the very essence that is you?” I croon as I lower myself to my knees.

“Yes, Jaz. I want that again. I like what you do to me with your tongue.”

Her words are sexy and they make me crazy for her. I want to own her with my mouth. Show her that she’ll never need food or water again. Just me. Just my tongue on her pussy.

“On the edge of the bed,” I growl out my order, needing to taste her now.

My girl doesn’t hesitate or ask questions. Instead, she stumbles back and does as she’s been told. I watch with greedy eyes as she lies back and places her heels on the edge of the bed as well. Then her knees fall apart and she opens herself to me. The trust she has in me to take care of her overwhelms me. I’d die to protect her and will never let her go.

Scooting closer to her, I dip my head to her gorgeous cunt and inhale her. Her scent is unique and belongs to me—more alluring than any rose or lily.

“I want you to touch your perfect breasts while I feast upon you,” I instruct.

She murmurs that she will and begins to knead them. The sight is fucking beautiful, and my cock throbs painfully to be inside her.

Using my thumbs, I open her up and admire the pink, tender flesh. The sight will never be boring. I’ll never tire of seeing it.

“Jaz,” she begs.

I don’t need any more instruction on her part. With vigor, I dive into her.

Tasting.

Sucking.

Nibbling.

I’m lost in the act of pleasing her beyond words. I drive her nearer and nearer to the edge of her own sanity simply with the magic my tongue creates. When I feel that she’s about to lose it, I slip a finger inside her tight body. And when she’s ready, I push another into her. Her body stretches to accommodate the intrusion.

“I’m—”

Her words are lost to a carnal scream of desire that sounds delightfully like my name. I groan as her cunt clamps around my fingers, enjoying the way I own her body with them.

“Now, Jaz, please,” she begs once her body has calmed.

I ease my fingers out and stand before the goddess that is mine. Her hair is a wicked mess of flames spread out on the bed beneath her. My cock bobs in place, eager to join our party.

“Honeysuckle,” I murmur as I step closer to the bed until my knees touch the side of it. My cock rests on the hair between her legs. “This will hurt. But I promise you, darling, I will do everything in my power to take that pain away. Do you trust me?”

She nods. Then her eyes flicker with fear, but it’s the only sign of hesitation.

“Once I start, I won’t stop. I’ll fuck you into the next century. You’ll scream and bleed and beg, but I won’t fucking quit until I fill every inch of your cunt. Are we clear?”

A whimper.

“Ignore the pain and embrace the meaning of this. Our bodies will join in a way no marriage contract will ever touch. This will be the marriage of our souls.”

I expect her to cry. To beg. To plead for us to put it off.

Not my honeysuckle.

Not the vixen I’ve created.

“Stop your blubbering and take me. Now, Jasper.”

Her words are bossy as hell and they make me crazy with need.

“Yes, ma’am,” I growl as I grab my thick cock.

She squirms, spreading herself as open as she can for me. I drag the tip of my weeping cock through the hair on her pussy and tease her opening.

So.

Fucking.

Wet.

Considering she’s a virgin, I should go slow. Allow her to adjust. Prepare her body for me. But I won’t. The sooner we break through that barrier, the sooner we can dive into the pleasure. No sense in drawing the pain out.

I line myself up and push into her with a forceful thrust.

Her scream is loud as her innocence is obliterated. The stars in my vision are of pure bliss at the way her body clenches around mine. She sobs but doesn’t try to stop me as I rock into her.

“Faster, Jaz,” she whimpers.

My eyes find her determined, tear-stained ones.

And I thrust and pump and pound into her until she’s no longer crying, until she’s moaning my name instead. Her hands are all over her swollen breasts in an effort to maximize all of her pleasure. As I fuck my love, I find her throbbing clit and massage it.

“Jasper!” Her shriek is one of approval. She writhes in ecstasy as I take us both to the edge of our orgasms.

I’m not sure if I can wait for hers, but her body pleases mine when it fiercely clenches around my cock, indicating her inability to wait for me either. I lose all sense of the world around me but her as I burst my seed deep into her.

I don’t stop thrusting until every last drop has been emptied. Then my cock becomes flaccid and I slip out of her, uncaring that the evidence of our lovemaking spills out.

Sliding an arm underneath her, I haul her up the bed and lay my head on my elbow so I can look at her. “I love you, Elisabeth.”

Her eyes shine with mutual affection. “I love you too, Jasper. That . . . that was incredible.”

I smirk at her. “My intention was to put a spell on you. Have I succeeded?”

A small giggle erupts from her. “Yes. Undoubtedly so. If what we just did was a part of your wizardry, I’ll fall victim every time.”

God, she’s so fucking cute.

“I shall call for a priest in the morning. Another night that you aren’t my wife won’t pass,” I tell her firmly.

Even though she’s happy, a frown plays at her lips.

“What? After our mind-blowing lovemaking, you hesitate to marry me?” I question. My heart races at such a prospect.

“No, uh, it’s just that I thought maybe my family—”

I cut her off. “I’m your family now. We’ll have a reception later to commemorate our union, but you’ll be my wife before sunset tomorrow.”

She bites her lip as one of her eyebrows rises. “Under one condition.”

Condition?

One
fucking
condition?

“What?” I amuse her with my question.

A smile tugs at her lips and her cheeks blaze. I know this look. I know without words what it means. She doesn’t have to say anything, and I’m already climbing over her. My once again hardened cock lies between our bellies as I kiss her deeply.

“Jaz,” she whimpers when my length drags along her pussy until it presses against her opening.

With a thrust, I take her again, this time without resistance. My tongue tangles with hers as we try to devour each other’s souls.

“What?” I grunt again as I mate with my other half.

“That. That was the condition. This. You. Kissing me. All of it.”

I pull away from her to stare into her green eyes. With our noses grazing and our eyes locked, we again find the utmost pleasure in each other. Together.

This time, after I’ve emptied myself into her, I don’t break away from her. This time, I fall against her, certainly stealing her breath. I want her secure beneath me at all times. I want her physically connected with me at all times.

I want my Elisabeth.

My honeysuckle.

At. All. Times.

“Jasper, you certainly know how to please a lady.”

I find her ear with my mouth and gently kiss the lobe. “It would appear that you, honeysuckle, are not the hearts-and-flowers type of lady. You prefer tongues and fingers.”

She gasps in mock horror and playfully spanks my arse. I’ll have to pay her back for that one later.

“I spend my entire lifetime accumulating all of this wealth and I find the one woman on the planet who would prefer to run naked and feed only upon me. The only woman who could care less about riches and power. How did I ever get so lucky?” I tease.

Her fingers thread in my hair, and she sighs in contentment. “Jaz, it wasn’t luck. I was destined to become Lady Thomas. But now that I’ve hooked you forever, the corsets are getting tossed into the bin. I’m keen on this whole naked idea you pose.”

I chuckle as I find her lips again. “So we’ll become poor, naked fools blind to the world and only seeing that of each other?”

“Sounds pretty blissful to me,” she laughs.

As I devour her mouth with mine, I agree.

Any world. Any scenario that has Elisabeth in it is pure bliss. Heaven.

I’ll never let her go.

She.

Is.

Mine.

“I love you, honeysuckle.”

Nearly five months later . . .

“GRETCHEN, YOU’RE FEEDING ME TOO well. Nothing fits anymore,” I pout.

Her knowing eyes find mine. “Is that so? Funny how the only place you’ve gained any weight is in that belly of yours. Are you sure you aren’t with child?”

The thought of being pregnant with Jasper’s baby thrills me. A flutter of excitement ripples through me.

Could I be?

The last menstrual period I had was before I met Jasper. It certainly could mean I was with child.

Chewing on my lip, I open my robe and peer at my naked flesh in the long mirror. Gretchen has busied herself with packing our luggage for our honeymoon and isn’t concerned with the way I inspect my swollen stomach.