“Cannot possibly what?”he asked, lifting his head again and rocking slightly within her.His cock was already hardening again, thickening within her tight channel.
“Is it possible to have too much pleasure?”she asked, then moaned as he rocked again, his cock lengthening, using the slick mix of oil and his seed to ease its passage.“Oh God… Matthew…”
“Let us find out,” he whispered against her breast, as he began to move again.
Much, much later, freshly cleaned and sated, he curled up around his exhausted wife and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, his softened cock limp between her abused cheeks.Whether or not his grandmother had been right, and he had flipped a coin for love, he knew one thing was true…
The day he’d purchased his bride had been the luckiest day of his life.
Epilogue
Sebastian
Having to eat one’s own words was a difficult thing, but sometimes it must be done.Sebastian braced himself when his butler, Riggs, appeared in the doorway of his study.
“Miss Hu is here, Your Grace,” he said, blank-faced in that manner that he often was, making it impossible to tell whether he approved.If he knew who Miss Hu was, he might not.
Sebastian frowned.
“Not Lady Hu?”he asked.
He’d contacted Lady Hu, the matchmaker, not her granddaughter.
Miss Hu was…
“No, just Miss Hu, Your Grace.”Riggs’ expression did not change, but Sebastian felt somehow sure there was disapproval there.Or perhaps it was his own emotions he was feeling.
“Yes.Well.”Sebastian cleared his throat.“Send her in.”He could not, in good conscience, send her away without at least greeting her.If she were not friends with his sister and the wives of several of his friends, it might be different, but he would hear about it for days if he did not meet with her.
He would likely hear about it for days over using a matchmaker, regardless, but it would be far worse if he made an appointment, then sent her away.Even if he had made the appointment with Lady Hu and not her granddaughter.
Riggs returned a moment later with Miss Hu.
At least Sebastian was braced for seeing her again.
She was, in a word, stunning.
It was not just the wealth of her long ebony hair, the velvet of her dark brown eyes, or the pink rosebud of her perfectly formed lips… It was also the way she held herself.With confidence.With self-assurance.With a kind of calm that emanated from her, regardless of what was happening around her.Considering she’d been swimming through the upper echelons of British Society for several months now, those were admirable traits to have.Especially in comparison to the near-frenetic energy of most debutantes.
Every time he encountered her, he was struck with a completely unfathomable desire to be near her.Closer to her.Which, of course, was ridiculous.
Dukes did not mingle with matchmakers.
It was all well and good for the ladies and his married friends, but he was not looking to have a matchmaker decide his future for him.
Well.
He had not been.
The situation had changed.Because he needed a wife and heir, but he also needed to be free to leave London and return to his estate.He and his friends had finally identified a new thread to pull in the investigation into who had murdered their fathers, and that thread required he return home.
Sebastian was itching to do so and to discover whether Aaron Heywood was indeed currently employed by him, and if the man had anything to do with the death of his father and the other dukes.It was possible the man Tiffany remembered was not Aaron Heywood, but Sebastian did not believe in such coincidences.
Right now, he needed to be both in London and at his estate, at the same time.Such a thing was impossible, and it had become too difficult to try to choose a bride in haste when there were so many options.Sebastian hoped Lady Hu would be able to help him narrow down his options and perhaps even help him choose the perfect one.
He had hoped to have as little to do with her granddaughter as possible.
“Miss Hu,” Riggs announced, appearing in Sebastian’s doorway again, then stepping aside to admit the young lady as Sebastian got to his feet.