Kanthony Imagines

The Morning After (steamy)

note: This is the morning after the Kanthony wedding <3 comment any suggestions! What do we think about a scene with the whole family after their wedding? Or maybe their wedding night itself? 😅

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"Kate..."

Anthony peppered kisses all over his wife's neck and chest, prompting her to stir awake. His wife, he reminded himself, glee surging through his veins. He simply couldn't believe it, even now, with their bodies entwined beneath the bedsheets.

They had wed the night before, and spent the evening celebrating as one big family at Aubrey Hall. It had been the happiest Anthony had felt in his entire life. 

When they had retired to their bedchamber, it had become a race to undress each other. He had had a taste of her during their tryst in the gazebo, but as difficult as it had been, he hadn't wanted to take any more liberties with her before their wedding night. That meant the wait after the ceremony had been excruciating; he knew how she felt around him, and he wanted nothing more than to carry her upstairs after their vows.

He couldn't quite remember how many times they'd made love during the night - it was countless - but even the thought of it made his muscles tighten again.

Kate finally opened her eyes with a small smile, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull his mouth to hers. 

"Good morning," she whispered.

He kissed her slowly, exploring her mouth with the gentle vigour which made Kate unravel every single time.

They had been more hasty than he'd wanted last night. The intensity of the need they shared meant he couldn't learn every inch of her body the way he wanted to. He supposed there would be a lot of time to do that.

She moved her hands down to his shoulders, lightly running her fingernails down his back and making him groan against her.

"Do you like me to have no semblance of control?" He growled.

"Well, I wouldn't be objected to it."

His eyes flashed. "I thought last night would have sated us both."

She arched her back, pressing their bodies together and making him swallow hard. From their rigorous activities she was only wearing a thin silk garment, but Anthony was wearing nothing, and she couldn't have been more glad.

"You'd be wrong, my lord," she hissed.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, kissing her so fiercely that she had to grip the bedsheets with one hand. 
When he lifted his head slightly, he murmured, "I don't want to hurt you. Are you feeling alright?"

Kate melted at his concern. "Yes, I'm fine."

He continued to gaze down at her. From where he was positioned in the light, Kate could see every contour of his body, every plane of hard muscle. It did nothing to quench the feeling which had stirred in the pit of her stomach. 

She traced the edge of his jaw with her fingertip. "Anthony, please."

One corner of his lips curled into an arrogant smirk. "Yes, viscountess?"

She thought it would take a while to get used to that, but it made her shiver with delight. She fixed him with a stare, and his eyes were burning so hot and heavy that she almost lost her words.

"I need you."

In response, he lowered himself further until his lips grazed hers. "You need me?"

"Yes." She shifted beneath him, pressing as close as she could. He was hard already, and she lifted her hips to his, making his breath hitch. "I need you inside me. Stop torturing me."