Dark Passions

54.

"I have to carry you over the threshold," Marcus said, as he swept Izzie up into his arms, before walking into their house. "I believe that would be the bedchamber..." she giggled, as their bemused butler held the door wide for them to accommodate her voluminous skirts and long train.

"We'll do both, just to be safe. You don't want any bad luck, do you?" he grinned, nodding at servants still waiting up for them. There was a little round of cheers and shouts of best wishes as he paused at the foot of the staircase.

Izzie still clutched her wedding bouquet, made of pale pink roses, and baby's breath, trailing with pink silk ribbons. "Wait..." She plucked a few of the flowers out to press, before tossing the bouquet up into the air. It sailed directly into the hands of her own maid, Lucy, who squealed with happiness at the unexpected catch.

"Thank you Lady Isobel..." she giggled, blushing and giggling with the other girls.

"That means you will be wed next," Izzie laughed, as Marcus headed up the wide staircase. "Good night...!"

"We seem to be surrounded wherever we go..." Marcus grumbled.

"Soon, my lord and husband..." Izzie murmured, lifting her face to him, and pressing her lips against him. Marcus tightened his grip around her, meeting her kiss, searching for her tongue.

"Do you wish to start with the wicked delights...?" he muttered, heat building in him at the feel of her slim body against him. "Should I start by nibbling on your toes and working my way up...? Making you scream and beg for my cock inside of you?" They reached the landing and he let her down to her feet for a moment, as the silence of the house surrounded them. Their breathing sounded hot and urgent as they stood face to face.

"Marcus..." she murmured, feeling heat suffuse her, as he gazed at her in the dim light of the corridor.

"You are so unique, Isobel... so sweet, yet innately sensual with me..." His firm, sensual lips brushed hers, and hers parted softly, as desire arced in her core. His mouth captured hers completely then, tasting of brandy and smoke and erotic heat. Shifting against her, crushing her against the wall, so hot and aroused for her that he couldn't wait to kiss her the way he had longed for all day. "So beautiful, coming towards me in the church...I was having very impure thoughts, I have to admit..." he chuckled warmly.

"I could see it in your eyes," she confessed, looking up at him, as he planted his hands on the wall on either side of her head. She took a deep breath, savoring the feel of him so masculine, so hot, and all for her. Marcus bent his head to kiss her again, devouring her mouth, until she whimpered. He locked his powerful arm around her waist and pulled her against him, until they were both panting. "Take me to bed, my husband..." she whispered, "or we will be losing control here..."

"There are much more comfortable places to make love," he agreed, easily sweeping her up again. Reaching the bedchamber, and pushing aside the door, he paused for a moment. "Here we are, my love. Now you truly are mine," he murmured, kissing her softly. He carried her through the door, kicking it shut with his foot.

"And you are mine," she replied, as he set her down gently at the foot of the bed. "Now, you will have to help me undress...it's just and I here now, and I don't think you want Lucy coming in to help me..."

"Lord, no..." Marcus laughed. "I believe I can manage. And the anticipation will be much sweeter, seeing your body slowly revealed."

"Marcus...you have seen me many times..." she started to say with a giggle. Marcus winked at her, as he threw aside his jacket and cravat, tearing open the waistcoat and removing it as well. "What are you doing?" Her breath caught, as he undid the cuff links and unbuttoned the shirt, baring his chest for her.