“I wasn’t upset withthose people,” Elizabeth interrupted him incredulously, “I was angry at the horsemen charging into the crowd and perpetuating such senseless violence.”
Talbot stared at her darkly.
“Mind your words, wife. You’re perilously close to sedition right now.”
Elizabeth ran her tongue over her teeth.
“Either I have a weak constitution, or I am inciting sedition, Your Grace. Surely both statements cannot be true at the same time,” she said angrily.
Her husband leaned over to where she had already drawn nearer to him, lifted a hand to the back of her neck as he looked between her mouth and her eyes, and kissed her.
For a moment, she was stunned. But when her mind translated the sensation of his full, soft mouth on hers into pleasure, she closed her eyes and sighed into the kiss.
It’s… delicious, Elizabeth thought, not finding a better word.He smells so good,she noted like she always did whenever she caught a whiff of his undoubtedly expensive perfume.
The kiss was a question at first – soft and hesitant, and Talbot occasionally pulled away a little to look into her eyes, which were heavy-lidded and darkened with arousal. Elizabeth was unsure of what she was supposed to be doing, but her lips effortlessly followed Talbot’s lead.
The next time he pulled away, she involuntarily emitted a sound of protest, which caused him to fall to his knees in front of her bench and wedge his much bigger body in between her legs before kissing her more ardently than before. His hot, wet mouth was opening into hers now, and he occasionally licked her tongue, which she liked a lot, so she reciprocated.
His hands, which had simply been holding her waist when he first knelt between her legs, had started travelling all over the thin silk of the wedding dress that had been ordered withanother husband in mind, a man whose name she was currently unable to recall, and the motion of Colin's hands repeatedly stroking her thighs pulled the dress further and further upwards.
Through no decision of her own, Elizabeth found her thighs tightening around Talbot’s hips, and her upper body arching into him. She felt like she wanted to weld them together, to press herself against him with such force that they would become one body. She’d never felt that way before, so utterly at the mercy of what her body wanted her to do.
And her body didwant. Elizabeth kept squirming on the bench and trying in vain to achieve some more of that satisfying friction that helped with the ache she now felt all over her breasts and sex, and in her desperation, she bit Talbot’s lower lip to unload some of her frustration. He hissed, and she pulled away immediately.
“Have I hurt you?” she asked in a strained, unfamiliar voice, feeling guilty over his still-healing lip.
Talbot just grinned, rakish like she’d never seen him, before gripping her hips and pulling her to him. With only the silk of the dress covering her sex, she could feel all of his hardness against it, and she moaned in relief as the motion of the carriage caused her to grind against him. Always the fast learner, she soon managed to replicate the motion with her hips in a way that enhanced her pleasure.
“Oh, yes, Elizabeth,” her husband whispered into her mouth as she felt his hand sliding into her slick folds.
Lizzie moaned in confusion and bliss, opening her legs wider as she threw her head back and leaned back on the palms of her hands.
Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped, and they both froze. Talbot quickly removed his hand from under her dress, which was now barely covering her sex. Elizabeth was tempted to wiggle her nether parts against him again, but stopped herself.
The Duke looked dishevelled and confused as he ran a hand through his hair. His lip was bleeding again. Elizabeth wondered what she looked like from his perspective. She could feel her lips tingling, and she was certain they were as red and swollen as his were.
Her hair most likely resembled a bird’s nest. She recalled how Talbot’s hands had cradled her head as he devoured her mouth, and she shivered. They both just stared at each other for a moment, then Talbot pulled her dress down and returned to his bench ungracefully.
She’d never seen him at a loss like he was now. He kept rubbing the thumb of his right hand against his index and middle fingers. Elizabeth was mortified when she realised those had to be the fingers that had touched herthere. Her eyes darted to his cock, which looked painfully hard. He caught her looking and cleared his throat.
“We stopped to bait the horses again,” he said.
She nodded.
“We shall be stopping for the night soon.”
“This will be my first time staying at an inn,” she said, trying to distract them both.
“I know,” her husband said. “You told me once.”
“Have I? I cannot believe you remember that.”
“Well,” Talbot said as if that was answer enough.
Their eyes briefly met, and then they both looked away. As the heat of their previous encounter was dying down, Elizabeth was starting to get anxious about their first night together, wondering who would be proven right, Mary or her aunt.
“We should rest for a while,” Talbot declared, and promptly positioned himself in a way meant to convince his wife that he was going to fall asleep.
