Chapter 35

In the quietude of their dimly lit sanctuary, Thomas found himself on the precipice of a revelation. It was in the taste of his wife, a flavor that surpassed every fancy and expectation his mind had conjured. She was a symphony of softness, warmth, and moisture, a sensation that was both familiar and exhilaratingly new. This was no longer the girl he had known; she was a woman, his woman, and she was everything he had ever imagined and more.

Thomas had been patient, a gentleman enduring the tender torment of his desires. He had leashed his passions, choosing to prioritize her comfort and happiness. He yearned for her to feel safe, cherished, never scared. But there was only so much a man could endure before the dam of his restraint burst.

With one arm wrapped around her bare thigh, his other hand caressing the curve of her waist, Thomas pressed his mouth against her, sucking gently at the tiny bud nestled within her folds. He felt her shudder, her body trembling like a l