Free Wicked And Wild: Spencers in Love Book Two by Abigail Graves

felt his
hands tremble as they wrapped around her waist. The urge to crush her to him
and tear at her robe and gown was almost overwhelming. She pulled back.
                "Lucien?" Her eyes were full of
expectation and trust, it humbled him. Lucien took her lips again and closed
his eyes. He would do this for her, he vowed. He had to be strong for
Mirabelle. Her hands moved between them. Lucien stepped back in time to see her
robe fall to the floor. A second later, her nightgown slid down her body.
                "Christ, Mirabelle!" He whispered
hoarsely. The smell of her body rose and filled his senses. For a moment,
Lucien thought his knees might buckle. In the soft light of the room, her skin
glowed and looked finer than the silk garments she'd just shed. Mirabelle
wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself to him from chest to
thigh. Lucien felt his cock straining. Did she know how she was testing him?
                Lucien scooped Mirabelle into his arms and tried
not to breathe too deeply. The smell of her was shredding his control.
Carefully, he laid her on the bed, her head on the pillows. Again, her
expression was calm and knowing while he was coming undone on the inside. He
untied his robe and let it fall. Mirabelle's eyes widened appreciatively and
she licked her lips. Lucien stifled a curse as he lowered himself to the bed,
coming to rest gently on top of her, supporting himself on his elbows. He
cradled her face in his hands, resting his forehead briefly against hers.
                "Hello, wife." Lucien's heart swelled
at the words and as he cherished them his resolve strengthened. He would not be
selfish or shame her in any way.
                "Hello, husband." She whispered, a
warm smile hugged her lips as she pulled him down to her.
                Lucien traced her lips with his tongue and
sucked on her lower lip. He told himself that that was alright because it was
part of what he now termed "romantic kissing"- kissing that wasn't
too provocative but suggestive enough to help make appropriate lovemaking
enjoyable. Mirabelle sighed and he brushed her tongue with his as he angled his
head to deepen the kiss. Her hands started to move down his neck. They caressed
Lucien's shoulders and his erection twitched against her thigh. He silently
swore. He positioned his arms beneath hers so she couldn't reach lower,
wrapping one around her as he rested on his elbow. He placed her other hand on
his shoulder and kissed her again. Lucien kissed her as he had never kissed a
woman. Before, kissing had been a means to an end, a way to seduce women. With
Mirabelle, he wanted her to feel his soul, to taste how he worshiped her, that
she was divine to him.
                Carefully, Lucien set his hand to the warm,
smooth skin of her stomach and gently caressed downwards. He let the back of
his hand brush her curls lightly. Mirabelle jumped and moaned against his
mouth.
                "Easy, my love. I just want to make sure
you're ready." His voice was strained as he parted her folds. Mirabelle
nodded and bit her lip. Lucien let his head fall against hers as one finger
slid into her. She was so wet and so tight. The scent of her reached him and he
clenched his jaw as his mouth watered. His whole being felt pulled towards the
lushness between her thighs. Lucien continued with gentle strokes until
Mirabelle became restless and rocked against his hand. He inserted a second
finger causing her to gasp and tighten around him. He nearly cried. She was so
responsive and naturally sensual, he had to ignore all of his instincts and
experience. How could heaven and hell exist in the same place? 
                Lucien withdrew his fingers and set himself at
her entrance. The liquid heat of her caused his cock to throb. He breathed
deeply as he slid in slowly. Mirabelle was so tight; he had to lock his jaw to
keep from thrusting into her. She