Seducing Mr Storm (6 page)

Chapter Ten

The wedding was the event of the year. People came from all over the country to Elijah’s country mansion. Edward walked his elder daughter proudly down the aisle, while Elizabeth sat on the front row of guests looking like she was sucking lemons, Lucy sobbing softly by her side. Elijah’s mother, although frail, looked much recovered and sat smiling on the opposite side.

At the top of the room stood Elijah, a formal morning suit hugging his delicious body, his black hair gleaming. He turned around as Susanna approached and his rather nervous expression dissolved into rapture. He lifted her veil before he took her hand.

They stood before the priest and declared their love and exchanged rings; afterwards, Susanna couldn’t remember anything apart from the beautiful glow of his crystal eyes. They laughed, danced, and drank. Elijah kept her by his side and introduced her to dozens of people whose names she instantly forgot. Everything seemed surreal. All her belongings had been moved to his home the night before, and in two days they would embark on their honeymoon in France.

She could only think of one thing – their wedding night. She couldn’t wait to be alone with him, and his burning gaze when he looked upon her told her he felt the same.

People started to fade away. Susanna was exhausted. Lucy came up and kissed and hugged her and shyly offered her hand to Elijah, who ignored it and kissed her cheek. Edward shook his hand manfully and welcomed him to the family. Which just left Elizabeth, who hung back unsurely.

‘Mrs Seymour,’ Elijah said respectfully. ‘I will spend the rest of my life making your daughter happy.’

Elizabeth regarded him a moment and then nodded slowly, as though only just realising that was what really counted. A slight expression of shame crossed her face before she stepped forward and presented her hand imperiously to her son-in-law.

Elijah kissed her knuckles. He bade his new family farewell, and the two tearful women and Edward left. Susanna stood watching their carriage disappear down the drive with her husband’s arm wrapped around her. They turned, and Elijah closed and bolted the door.

The butler hovered behind them, no doubt waiting for dismissal. ‘That will be all, Reuben,’ Elijah said. ‘Thank you to you all for your hard work today and the days of preparation beforehand.’

The butler bowed. ‘May I say what an extraordinary success it was, Mr Storm, and how delightful your bride looked.’

Elijah smiled. ‘You may. Thank you. Good night.’

‘Good night, sir.’ The butler retreated across the huge marble hall towards the kitchen and Elijah pulled Susanna against his broad chest.

‘Now, what am I to do with you, Mrs Storm?’

Susanna grinned cheekily to hide her nerves. ‘Give me what you’ve been promising me for months? Something about servicing my three holes, I seem to recall.’

A slow smile spread across his face. ‘What a good memory you have, my love.’ He swung her up into his arms, and then he carried her up the grand staircase at his leisure, looking into her eyes all the way.

Susanna clung to his neck, trembling with excitement and anticipation that this moment had finally arrived. Elijah carried her into his bedchamber and closed the door firmly behind him before he let Susanna slide slowly down the hard length of his muscular body. She looked around, taking in the sumptuous décor and hangings on the four-poster perfunctorily. She would have done this outside in the barn had he wished, such was her need.

Elijah placed his hands on her shoulders. He drew her close and kissed her, and she melted into him as always. He spun her around. ‘Allow me,’ he said, and began plucking at the complicated fastenings to her dress with eager fingers.

Susanna shuddered, underwear wet, groin throbbing. He pulled her wedding dress apart and down her arms, and the satin and lace slid into a silky pool around her ankles. She lifted her feet to discard it and Elijah caressed each of her toned calves with one hand as he lifted the dress. He laid out the gown on the back of an ornate chair, then came back, beginning work on her corset, loosening the laces so, finally, for the first time today, she could properly breathe.

As if he could read her mind, he said, ‘You may breathe now, my love.’

Susanna giggled, and he slid the corset off her and left her in her thin shift. She turned to face him. He placed his hands on the hem of the shift and stripped it slowly off over her head. She stood bared to him, breasts taut and nipples hard as his gaze perused her.

‘I can hardly believe I have permission to touch,’ he said in a murmur. ‘I’m the luckiest man in the world.’

Boldly, Susanna grasped his hands and put them on her breasts. Elijah cupped them, squeezing her nipples, and she arched against him with a soft moan.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her close and bent his head, tonguing and sucking at her nipples. Susanna grasped handfuls of his silky hair. She pushed herself against his mouth, a trail of fire leading down to her groin, and his hand followed the path, cupping her through her silk drawers, finding the fabric wet with her need.

Elijah straightened up. He peeled down her underwear and she kicked it aside, standing in only her stockings and shoes.

‘Would you think me terribly depraved if I ask you to leave those both on?’ he questioned, a twinkle in his eye.

‘That’s the least depraved thing I’ve heard you say yet,’ she rejoined with a smile.

Elijah laughed. He lowered his face to her neck and swept heated kisses over her throat. Meanwhile, his hand passed over the hair between her thighs and one finger slipped between her slick lips.

Susanna stifled a cry. His finger penetrated her, fucked her for some seconds until she was dripping, and then he spread her cream over her aching clit, rubbing slowly.

She grasped his wrist, urging him to go faster, rocking against his hand and he looked down, watching, his lashes a sooty sweep against his pale cheeks. ‘I hope you know,’ he said against her ear, ‘that the chances of me lasting tonight once I’m inside you are minimal.’

‘As long as you satisfy me, why would I care?’ she replied, a touch breathlessly.

‘Oh, I’ll satisfy you,’ he said, now with two fingers in her and his thumb on her clit. ‘You’ll never need to worry about that, my love. People will see you out and about with such a glow to your cheeks that you will be the talk of the town – a woman whose husband makes her come at least once a day.’

Susanna blushed. She had no doubt any more that Elijah was a man of his word, and shivered to think of all the ways he would please her. ‘You’re incorrigible,’ she said as he withdrew his fingers and led her to the bed.

‘I know.’ Elijah pushed her down. Then her new husband performed the sauciest, sexiest striptease she had ever seen. He unfastened his cravat and tossed it away. He shrugged his frock coat off his shoulders. His waistcoat dropped to the ground and he kicked his boots off. His rippling torso came into view as he discarded his shirt and stood tall and magnificent. As Susanna watched with awe, Elijah peeled his pants apart and dragged them down his legs.

He’d bothered to wear underwear for his wedding but it was a curious style she had never seen before. Tight, silk shorts that moulded to every curve of his tumescent cock and heavy balls, cupping his assets perfectly. He gripped himself, touching greedily with a sly smile thrown her way, rubbing the head of his cock with his thumb so a wet spot bloomed on the flimsy material.

Susanna bit her lip, gaze riveted on his crotch. ‘You always were, and shall remain, the most dreadful tease, my husband,’ she said.

Elijah straddled her hips. He plucked the shorts away from his groin so his rampant cock and dark hair reared over the top. ‘Dreadful, yes,’ he replied. ‘Tease, no. I always deliver. Don’t ever forget that.’

Susanna reached out. She ran fingers down the length of his rigid shaft through the silk of his underwear and he groaned at her touch. She grasped his thighs, motioning to him. Elijah slid up her body. With legs imprisoning her head, he fed her his cock and she took it gamely, sucking his hot length deep into her throat.

Elijah bucked and hissed. He gripped the bed rail, thrusting lightly, and Susanna grabbed his hard buttocks, lashing his prick furiously.

Elijah’s chest heaved. He let out overt moans and, suddenly, he drew back, panting, his eyes heavy and his cheeks flushed. ‘Woman, you’ll drive me out of my mind before you’ve finished,’ he said. He crawled off her and discarded his underwear. Then he nudged her thighs apart, settling between them.

He touched her again, stroking her clit until it was bullet hard, dipping his fingers into her moist heat and making her crave to be filled. He slid down her body and kissed her mound, tongue flickering over her clit and along her slit in long licks, never lingering because he clearly sensed how close to the edge she was. But Susanna gripped his hair anyway, lifting her desperate sex to his face, gasping for more.

Elijah lifted his head and wiped a hand over the back of his mouth. ‘Patience,’ he said with a smirk.

‘I have no patience when it comes to you, damnable man,’ she said. ‘Take me and take me now.’

Elijah’s eyes went dark. He pinned her to the bed, arms over her head, and she felt steel pressing against her entrance, stretching her. Susanna cried out. He released a wrist, and then held them both in one hand. When she struggled half-heartedly against him, he restrained her further, and it excited her no end. He reached down, grabbed his shaft, and guided it to her.

She panted and arched, groaning as he slid the head through her wetness a few times, lubricating himself before he pressed inside. She lifted her legs, clutched him hard with her thighs as he penetrated her, and she nearly screamed with the pain-pleasure of it.

Elijah caught his breath as he sank slowly inside, inch by inch. He rocked forward, sheathing himself deep, and Susanna whimpered, full and aching and, finally, as close as she could get to her husband. He let her go then and she gripped his back, nails digging in as he withdrew slowly and eased back in.

Elijah set a slow, firm pace. He judged her reactions perfectly and watched how he peeled her apart. Soon she was crying for more and he was driving her into the mattress with hard strokes while she clawed at him and wound herself around his hard body.

Her husband sank his teeth lightly into her throat. He tongued the bruise he had left and the heat of his lips and the wetness of his saliva made her burn. She grabbed his head, forcing a kiss on his lips.

‘I love you,’ she said.

Elijah growled. He gripped her, rolling over and pulling her astride his hips, and she sat up, grinding down, riding him wantonly until his eyes nearly rolled back into his head with pleasure.

He probed between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously with one finger as she bucked and trembled above him, hands braced on his chest and nails scratching. Using his other hand, he squeezed her breast, plucking at her nipple until she arched into his touch, her hand over his.

‘And I you,’ he said, ardently, his crystal eyes shining. ‘My sweet Susanna.’

Susanna’s head fell back. He steadied her on his lap as she plunged over the edge into climax and held her firm as she shook with ecstasy through waves and waves.

As she came back to some semblance of sense, numb and deliciously tingly all over, Elijah arched beneath her and released, hips bucking unsteadily, filling her with his copious seed.

Susanna eased off him. She fell onto her back and Elijah lay panting by her side, soft groans spilling from his lips. He turned his head to regard her with sea-blue eyes, a tired, satiated smile playing around his mouth.

‘I have no words,’ he said, ‘other than please tell me when you are recovered and ready to go again.’

Susanna giggled and slapped him on the shoulder as he tumbled onto her. ‘I may have promised to honour and obey, but when did I agree to become your concubine?’

‘You don’t remember?’ Elijah asked with a mock-serious face.

Susanna pulled him close. They kissed, slow and long, and Susanna wondered why it had taken her so long to realise this man was her match.

www.xcitebooks.com

Click here to join our mailing list
or scan the QR code