hover over hers. “Are you sure?
“God, yes, Dex…please.”
She felt the tip of him part her, and then he slid into her. Her head fell back on the glass, and she bit her lip at the exquisite sensation of having him inside her at last.
He kissed her neck, her jaw, up to her lips. “Okay?” he murmured.
She opened her eyes. The moonlight fell across his face and turned the tips of his hair silver. He was like a movie star, so handsome it made her catch her breath, and he was hers. Her husband. He’d chosen her out of all the women in the world. It made her want to cry.
But she just whispered back, “Okay,” and so he began to move inside her, long, slow, delicious thrusts that soon had her sighing and begging for more. She slipped her hands into his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, and he groaned and thrust harder, faster.
Her senses spun. The warm room made the spicy smell of his aftershave rise from his skin, and he tasted of whiskey. His innate masculinity overwhelmed her, flooded her with a dark urge to possess him, to please him, to succumb to his fierce desire.
She moaned as he continued to kiss her deeply, filled with the knowledge that this intensely passionate man knew exactly how to tease pleasure from her, to guide her toward the outcome her whole body ached for and had yearned for since she first met him. At that moment, she realised she was completely his, and with that came the final abandonment. She’d promised herself to love him forever, and now she gave herself over to him, body and soul.
In what seemed no time at all, her internal muscles tightened and clenched around him, and she cried out as the blissful sensations overtook her. He crushed his lips to hers, fierce and possessive, before finally giving in and letting his own climax sweep over him. His body tightened beneath her hands, and she opened her eyes and watched him, loving every moment of his pleasure, loving that she was the cause of it.
Finally, his body relaxed and he opened his eyes to give her an amused, remonstrative look.
“Bad wife,” he said, lifting her off the glass.
“You didn’t enjoy it?”
Another wry look. His trousers now around his ankles, he shuffled across to the bed and lowered her down before gently withdrawing, then bending to pull his trousers back up, tucking himself in. Honey lay back amongst the rose petals, sighing, her muscles still trembling. “That was nice.”
“And that was the understatement of the year.” He walked over to the table and came back carrying the tray with the strawberries and two glasses of champagne. Placing it on the bed between them, he climbed on beside her and stretched out. “It was fucking amazing.”
“Dex!”
“Well it was. Tell me it wasn’t, then.”
She smiled lazily and turned on her side. Propping her head on a hand as he had done, she let him feed her a strawberry. “Touché.” She nibbled the end of the strawberry, and he brought the other half back to his mouth and ate the rest, smiling at her. She felt warm right the way through. This was how it would be from now on. Sharing everything. She wouldn’t be alone anymore.
She started talking about the day, and they lay there for a while, sipping champagne and eating strawberries, discussing their favourite parts of the wedding, whether the guests had enjoyed themselves and how nice the food had been. She didn’t mention Cathryn and neither did he. There wasn’t much to say anyway. Hopefully that was all done and dusted now.
After a while, the room grew warm and Honey grew tired.
“I think it’s finally time,” she said. “Help me out of the dress?”
She stood, and Dex came to stand behind her and undid the row of tiny pearl buttons at the back of the bodice. Slowly, reluctant to take off the dress she’d never be able to wear again, she let it slip to the floor and stepped out of it. Then she lifted it and placed it over the chair, giving the skirts one final smooth before turning to face him again.
A giggle stole from her lips at the look on his face. “You like?” she said coyly, giving him a twirl. She wore a strapless lacy bra, garters and stockings.
His eyes met hers, desire flaring in them. “I do.”
She walked up to him and began to undo his waistcoat. “Your