That night was as heated as the previous one. They'd torn off each other's clothing the moment they had touched.
This time, Lucas had pulled her into his lap instead of hovering over her. He'd entered her so exquisitely, maddeningly slowly, then shown her how to grind her hips against him until they were both shaking and panting. Celia had been forced to bite the back of her hand to stop herself from screaming as the overwhelming pleasure shuddered through her, throbbing from between her legs while Lucas had covered her breasts in hungry kisses.
She eventually slumped against his chest in exhaustion, trembling and sheened in sweat. She could feel his heart hammering under her cheek and his harsh breathing ruffling her hair.
"I think I'll probably spend all of tomorrow asleep in the carriage as well." Celia murmured.