“I have missed this as well,” he said as he kissed her throat, moving his hands over her body as if to renew his acquaintance with every curve and hollow.
“It may be wrong for a woman to do so, but so did I,” she whispered.
“Not wrong when it is me you missed.”
“Only you.”
“And only you for me, Olympia. Believe me. I know how many of our class act after marriage, but I will not. I will be faithful. I want no other.”
“Even when this fire between us dims?”
“Even then.”
And then he kissed her and Olympia gave herself over to the passion they shared. His every touch and kiss made the desire she felt for him grow until she clutched at him like a starving child clutched at a crust of bread. Olympia knew she would never need another, that no other could give her this.
She began to caress him wherever she could, delighting in the warmth of his skin, the strength she could feel beneath it. As he licked and nibbled at her breasts she slid her hand down and curled her fingers around his erection. The hard, silken feel of him in her hand, the way he groaned against her skin at her touch, only heightened her desire until she was almost squirming in her need to feel him inside her. She could not silence her mew of disappointment when he pulled her hand away but then purred with delight when he began to kiss his way down her body.
Olympia closed her eyes and arched into his kiss when he began to make love to her with his mouth. Every stroke of his tongue had her shaking with need, the ache inside of her growing stronger until her belly tightened to a point that was an odd mix of pleasure and pain. She grasped him by his upper arms and tugged on him, trying to pull him back into her arms.
“Now, Brant,” she gasped even as her starving body arched up in demand for more of his intimate kiss. “I want you inside me. I want to be one again.”
Brant groaned, unable to resist that plea. He kissed his way back up her body, lifted her legs until she wrapped them around his waist, and joined their bodies in one hard thrust. For a moment he remained still, savoring the tight heat of her and the fact that they were joined, that they were again one as she had asked. It was a joy to be with her in this way again, a joy increased by the knowledge that he could savor it whenever he wanted for the rest of his life.
“Brant,” Olympia said, trying to prompt him to move with her legs. “I need . . .”
“I know,” he said, and kissed her as he began to move his body.
It was not long before he could no longer move slowly, with measured strokes they could both savor. Need filled him until he could barely think straight but as he began to move with a greater greed, she met his every stroke with the same greed. He clung to the shreds of his control until he felt her body clench around his, heard her call his name as her pleasure crested, and then he sought his own.
Not sure how long he had been sprawled over Olympia’s limp form, Brant moved to the side and looked down at her. He grinned. She looked like a well-pleasured woman and he was man enough to find that extremely satisfying. When she slowly opened one eye to look at him, he kissed the tip of her nose.
“You are looking very cocky, my good husband,” she murmured.
“And you are looking very satisfied. My male vanity was pleased by that.”
She laughed. “So, now we are wed.”
“Yes, now we are wed. Marriage duly consummated.”
“Your duly was very well done, if I may say so.”
“You may. Are you about to start worrying about practical things?”
“I fear I might be.” She hummed softly with a lazy pleasure when he began to stroke her stomach. “I do have a baron for a son when all is said and done.”
“Your aunt says she is more than happy to care for the house, with Ilar coming to learn of the running of the place as he pleases. I have the feeling your cousin Tessa and her family are considering moving into the dower house so that they can help her.”
Olympia blinked. “And thus all is settled. Am I the only one who has not been making arrangements as I waited for you?”
He laughed and began to nibble her ear. “Did you doubt that I would come for you?”
“Occasionally, yes. I will admit that I also occasionally thought I ought to do something in preparation for the future I was planning on but then got the oddest ideas about how that might curse it.” She grinned when he laughed again.