Anthony was feeling equal parts anger and helplessness as he held his wife all the way to their journey home. She looked so petrified, and for the right reasons.
His wife was a gentle bred lady, and Dorset's drunken accusation would easily ruin a mere Ms., and he could not imagine the vile things people of Ton must be thinking about his Viscountess.
God, he should call Dorset out, but he was not the same man from the previous season. Now he had reason to live—the same reason he is clinging to his body as if afraid of letting him go.
Soon they arrived home, and Anthony all but picked up his wife and carried her all the way towards their bedroom.
Once his wife was gently placed on the bed, he tried to grab a glass of water, only to be pulled back as she pleaded with him. "Please do not leave me!"
Anthony helplessly sighed as he settled beside his wife, who was now crying harder than ever.
A minute later, Emily came inside, bringing water, and Anthony was really grateful to the girl. "My Lord, can I attend to Lady Bridgerton?"
His wife slowly shook her head, and Anthony understood what he needed to do. "Emily, you can leave; I will tend Lady Bridgerton tonight, and Emily will you cancel Lady Bridgerton's all upcoming appointments until further notice."
"Yes, my lord." With that, his wife's maid left, closing the door behind her.
Now that it was certain they would not be disturbed, his wife finally looked up to stare at him with eyes full of tears.
"My Lord, I know tonight what you must be thinking about those accusations like the rest of the ton, but please believe me, there were only two men in my life who mattered most to One was my father, and another was..."
"You do not need to explain anything; I know the second man was your late fiancé." Anthony stopped her in mid-confession because he could not bear if his wife confessed her never-ending love for her late fiancé.
To his surprise, Kate shut her eyes and shook her head as she told him. "You guessed it wrong; the only other man who ever mattered to me as much as my father did was not from India."
Anthony's heart beat wildly in his chest as he hopefully asked. "Who?"
The look she gave him was filled with trust and love, as she said in a low voice. "You."
Anthony was still trying to understand what his wife was trying to say as she gently laid her head on his chest.
"When I was arriving at these shores, I was prepared for anything because I had seen what powerful men were capable of."
"Kate, I do not understand." He tried to say, but his wife covered his lips with her hand as she pleaded desperately. "Please let me say what I want to say. There is so much I wanted to tell you, but right now let me share what I can."
With such a request, how could he refuse her?
Kate slowly withdrew her hand, and Anthony watched with deep pain in those dark eyes. "The world is a cruel place, Anthony, especially for a woman who has no man to protect her. Do you have any idea what happened to a woman like that in the real world? They became prey, a plaything for a powerful man, and if they tried to resist, then those men would not hesitate to harm you."
Anthony's heart was beating wildly against his chest as he gently held his wife's face. "Tell me their name. Who dares to harm you?"
His wife shakes her head as she holds his hands in hers. "I was fortunate to survive for as long as I could after my father died and I lost everything. I survived because of a great friend who helped me a lot, but then your letter brought new hope into my life, and even though I was prepared for the unknown, I was certain that you would not be like those men."
"I am glad to bring you some kind of comfort."
"You did so much more. You know I used to read your letters every spare minute because those simplicity of direct words speak to me then any men's beautiful lies or false promises. I felt protected by your words which is far cry from any man's presence. After I arrived here I found you were not only man of your word but there is kindness in your heart.
A kindness I thought I will never ever feel again after my father died but suddenly there was another man in my life who not only shared his kindness but all of his best qualities."
Anthony smiled as his wife stared at him in aww. "How could I pretend to not feel for you when you are all I can feel. When I came here I was content, focused on what I wanted but suddenly you came into my life and spin my entire world off its axis, making me feel something I never knew I could feel."
Anthony was watching his wife in wonder as he dared to bring her even more closer. "So I am not alone in this feeling; please, Kate, tell me you are madly in love with me because I love you immensely, consumingly."
His wife gasp as her eyes shine with something. "You are not alone because I love you too."
Anthony felt his body slumped in great relief as he embrace his wife with tremendous happiness.
He felt small kiss on his neck before a sweet whisper reached his ears. "Love me my love."
His heart was thundering against his chest. Anthony pulls away to stare into his wife's eyes, the eyes that held the same desires that must be reflected in his eyes.
"Kate, my love, are you certain? Please tell me, you are not doing this to prove something . You know I trust you and whatever Dorset says."
"Don't you dare speak about another person in our martial bed! I do not care about that man! Nor was he or anyone is ever important for me to do something I had been longing to do with you ever since you told me we could wait to consummate this marriage. Do you have any idea how many girls dream of this kindness from their husbands, who took their bodies without regard to whether they were ready to give themselves or not? I hated when that man touched me, just like I hated when men used to stare at me, thinking they could claim my body, but you!"
She was staring athim in awe as she cupped his face. "You were the first man who saw me more than my body; you took your time to get to know me; you showed respect to my wishes; and you made me fall in love with you after you gave me your friendship. You once said, We will consummate this marriage when I ask, so this is me, your wife, asking you to make love with me."
After that heartfelt speech, all Anthony could do was give his wife what she desired.
The night that began with Viscountess cries soon turned into different sorts of cries as he began to kiss his wife.
His wife's moans were like a beautiful melody; her soft body felt like heaven in his arms, and her hands were quick and wonderful as they pulled off his suit jacket and waistcoat.
Anthony hungrily kissed her lips before tasting her tongue as he devoured her sweet mouth. Her scent grew more potent as he quickly began to undress her.
Anthony watched how her gown pooled off her glowing body, which he pulled away and threw somewhere behind him. He groans when he sees her lavender-coloured silk unmentionables.
Gently laying her down, he kissed the top of her corset and then her belly button.
He could see his wife's chest heaving with anticipation as he moved down and removed her stockings before kissing her long, beautiful legs.
Anthony was paying special attention to his wife's thighs when she began to plead. "Please, my love, stop with this teasing."
Giving one more kiss, he begins to completely strip his wife naked.
Anthony felt a growl come out of his mouth when she tried to cover her nakedness. "Do not hide yourself from me; you are the most beautiful woman, and it is sin to cover this body, especially from someone who wants to worship his beautiful goddess."
"Then, as your goddess, I command you to show your true self to me. I want to see my husband Anthony as the man he was born."
Smirking at her request, Anthony moved to stand by the edge of their bed and start removing his shirt.
He could see his wife's eye roaming over his body with similar hunger as he took layers of his clothing until he was standing as naked as the day he was born.
Finally, he slowly began to crawl over his wife while pressing soft kisses in his wake.
He kissed each of her cute toes. He kissed her feet, then once again kissed the length of her beautiful legs.
It was then that he found his wife was a creature of instincts, as she traced his lips and then guided his head where she needed him most.
"Ah! Umm!" She arched her body, and Anthony watched as blissful sensations took over his wife's face as he began to lick her sweet nectar. "
He inhaled her intoxicating scent mixed with her arousal and drank her essence like a man drinking from his oasis.
Her body was heaving and gasping, so without missing a beat, he reached out to hold her chest.
It seems she needs his support to keep her grounded, so the higher he took her, the more tightly she grasped his hand over her beating heart.
Finally, she screamed, and Anthony felt a gush of sweet, tangy juices covering his mouth.
His wife was moaning and gasping for breath by the time he licked every single drop from her cunny before moving up her gorgeous body.
As he waited for her to regain her senses, he paid special attention to her beautiful peak.
He was in the middle of another breast when a soft finger tried to lift his chin.
Anthony made a loud, popping sound before finally looking up at his well-stated wife. "Yes, my love?"
She giggled before pulling him up and giving him a slow, languid kiss that left Anthony breathless. "My love, are you going to make love with me tonight or pleasure me until I am passed out?"
He looked as if he were seriously deciding what to choose.
To Anthony's surprise, once again it was his wife who made this decision, as she reached out to stroke his leaking member a few times before bringing her body close to rub her opening with his hard member.
Their foreheads were touching as they watched how his member got wet because of her arousal.
Anthony kissed his wife passionately before bracing himself on top of her body as he once again asked. "Are you sure, my love? Once we do this, there is no going back. Just say the words if you still have doubts, and I will stop."
She tilted her hips in reply, and Anthony's eyes hungered as his wife commanded. "Do not stop."
And he did not stop at all.
With a gentle push, he moved inside his wife until he felt her barrier. He did not need to ask for permission as his wife kissed his shoulder and then bit hard as he broke her barrier, making her belong to him in every way a woman could belong to a man.
After a while, they gently begin to move their hips towards each other.
Kate moans as Anthony kisses her everywhere he can.
He groans when passion increases, and his wife's nails scratch his back.
Their tongues were dancing with the roll of their lips. Finally, as the bliss reached its crescendo, Anthony found himself calling for his love because love is Kate and Kate is his love.
The night began with cries of distress and ended with cries of bliss as Kate shattered in his arms. She was still shaking from pleasure as he picked up his speed, trying to find his own release. This time his wife held him as he shattered completely, and her soft touches added a shiver of pleasure to his spine.
After a long while, Kate passed out, sleeping peacefully despite the earlier events that caused his wife great pain.
Anthony was happy to give his wife that peace, but now he could not sleep because his body was craving more.
Rationally, his mind argues to let his love rest while the rest of his body protests.
Anthony smiled and sighed, thinking of the madness this love has brought into his peaceful existence, but as he stared at his wife, he knew that he would gladly go through anything as long as she stayed in his arms.
He passed the time until he fell asleep or his wife woke up from her rest. He decided to stare at his lover.
He noticed a mole on her neck. There were a few love bites he left on top of her breasts and one on her thigh.
He saw a birthmark on her right side ribcage.
Her hand fell away from his chest, and it was then that he noticed something he had never noticed before. One word in some foreign language ( He guessed an Indian language) was written or more specifically tattooed on her arm, a word that could easily be concealed by the gloves she wore, and Anthony wondered what this word meant as he traced its initials on his wife's skin.
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