Free Seducing Mr Storm by Poppy Summers Page A

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