Saved By A Siren: Spencers in Love Book One (20 page)

Chapter 34

            Gilles was grateful to his family for supporting
Elise. He'd sensed that she felt lighter. She laughed more through the evening
and her voice sounded softer. She had found the strength to face her demons.
Gilles considered his own demon. It no longer hunted him during the day,
stabbing him in the heart when he was alone. His obsession with Elise had
pushed it out. The nights he spent with her kept it at bay as well. Gilles was
starting to believe that the past was releasing it's grip on him, he just
wished he could forgive himself and release the past. He didn't want to forget,
he just didn't want to hate himself for failing whenever he remembered.

            Despite his gratitude, he appreciated when the
last of the family excused themselves for the evening and he could retire. With
the exception of Alastair who usually remained in the study well into the
night, Gilles was the last to go up to his chambers.

            As soon as his door closed, he heard light feet
pattering in the other room. The door opened and Elise rushed in. She halted
and cast her senses about the room, seeking him. Gilles rushed towards her and
she opened her arms and ran forwards. He caught her and lifted her. She took
his face in hers and laughed. Gilles drank her laugh, pressing his lips to
hers, their tongues tangling.

            Gilles lifted Elise higher and wrapped her lags
around his waist. He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled, exposing her
neck. Elise gasped when he pressed an open mouthed kiss to her skin and laved.
He pushed his hands under her gown and slid them up her hips and filled them
with the firm globes of her derrière. Gilles licked her collar bone and kissed
his way down her chest until he reached the valley between her breasts, he
buried his face and inhaled. She saturated his senses. The taste, smell and
feel of her was intoxicating. He could no longer deny he was addicted.

            Elise arched her back and he pressed his lips to
the thin satin of her nightgown. He located her nipple and licked it through
the fabric. She hissed and grasped his head, locking him to her. He suckled the
tight peak through the fabric causing her to buck against him. He set his teeth
to her and she shrieked. Gilles found the other nipple and licked the fabric
until it was transparent and clung. He lifted his head and he could see her
nipple through the fabric. His cock swelled and throbbed. He closed his lips
around her and pulled her in. Elise sobbed and pressed herself to him. Gilles
could feel the heat of her through his trousers, he suspected she was getting
them wet too.

            "Now, Gilles! I need you inside of me
now!" She kissed him wildly.

            Gilles raised her a little more.

            "Hold on to me." He growled against
her lips.

            He juggled her and found the fastenings of his
trousers. Within seconds his cock sprang free. He positioned himself at her
entrance and lowered her.

            Elise moaned and tightened around him. Gilles
lifted her again and pulled her down faster. She picked the movement and
gripped him with her thighs and lifted herself. He kept his hands on her thighs
and helped her pick up the pace.

            It didn't take long before she was riding him
frantically as he thrust into her. Their tongues dueled, both seeking to taste
and explore the other deeper. Gilles angled Elise back and dove for her breasts
again. He grabbed one strap and tugged until it ripped, allowing one side to
slip, revealing the creamy perfection of her breast. He licked and laved and
suckled until she was mindless. Gilles could feel the tension within him was
almost at it's peak, he needed her to come soon. He suckled harder and he
pulled her down upon him as hard as he could, praying he wasn't bruising her.

            Elise gasped for air and sobbed his name. Her
hands spasmed around his skull and her breathing became erratic.

            "That's it, darling. Come for me." He
commanded and bit her nipple.

            She flew apart. Her body trembled and she
gripped him tight where he thrust into her, causing him to see stars.

            Gilles clenched his jaw to keep from crying out
and his head fell back. He felt his balls pull tight and his cock exploded.
Stream after stream of his seed poured into her and he convulsed, repeating her
name over and over against her damp skin.

            Stumbling towards the bed, Gilles lowered her to
the bed and collapsed on top of her, half standing. Elise's legs remained
around him until he finally pulled away to strip off his clothes. Once naked,
he scooped her into his arms and crawled with her towards the pillows. Gilles
flopped onto his back and sighed.

            "After tomorrow, you will be mine."
Gilles said as he draped her hand across his lips.

            "And you will be mine." She felt his
smile under her fingers.

            Gilles took her hand and set it on his chest,
letting it glide until it found the place where his heart beat and pressed it
against his skin.

            "Always." He whispered.

            Elise rose and pressed a kiss to where her hand
had rested. Gilles cradled her head in his hands and held her against him.

            Some time later, she pushed away and sat up.

            "I'm still not excited that they will be
here." She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin.

            Gilles knew who "they" was.

            "Will you still be uncomfortable in their
presence?" He asked as his knuckles brushed her thigh.

            Elise shook her head.

            "No. They seem so small to me now."
She smiled.

            "Good. They're truly beneath you."
Gilles rubbed a thick golden curl between his fingers.

            "Mirabelle said that Mrs. Tibbet and her
sister were probably jealous of me, that women can be cruel like that. That is
why they hated me and said such things."

            "I've noticed that certain petty women can
feel threatened by beautiful women and lash out, especially if one has a
husband with a wondering eye, as I've heard of Mr. Tibbet."

            "You must never give me cause to behave so
badly." Elise teased.

            Gilles' palm glided over her shoulder and down
her back.

            "I anticipate being the ill behaved,
jealous spouse in this marriage." His hand reached the cleft of her bottom
and his finger traced it. "If you are no longer bothered by them, then why
don't you want them there?"

            "It's going to be such a beautiful morning
and everyone I care most about will be there. They just don't belong."

            Gilles felt his heart swell. He was again
grateful. Elise was already accepted by his family and she had bonded to them
as well. It would have been a hardship if there had been a conflict. Instead,
they had all claimed her and she had embraced them.

            "I would have them kiss your lovely feet, my
lady." He rolled onto his stomach and set his lips to the top of her foot.
Gilles licked the fine bones. "I would have them on their knees groveling,
if I could." His tongue traveled up her shin and he licked her knee. She
closed her eyes and waited for his lips to touch hers. "I want them to see
me, prepared to lay all that I have at your feet, promising to cherish and
protect you with my dying breath."

            Elise trembled, a tear rolled down her cheek.
She caressed his cheek. Her hand traveled down. Over his chin, his neck and to
his chest. Elise pushed him on to his back and settled on her knees. She
started stroking the ridges of his stomach.

            "All that you have, my lord?" Her
voice was like honey. Gilles' cock responded, twitching against his leg.

            "Anything you wish, my lady." His
voice was deep and strained. Elise's hand drifted lower until she found his
erection. She caressed it gently, her fingers surrounded him, closing tight.
Gilles hissed as she began stroking him. He was resting on his elbows watching
her.

            "What if I want this?" She whispered.
She stopped tugging and her hand dropped to his sack and formed around it.
Elise squeezed gently. "What if I want all of it?"

            "Elise..." He groaned. "You don't
know what you ask."

            Elise lowered and began pressing kisses to his
stomach, slowly traveling lower.

            "I don't know?" She took him in her
hand again and began stroking. Gilles gasped and swore. "I don't know what
it's like to feel a mouth upon me, licking and sucking until I lose my
mind?" Elise squeezed and her shoulders descended towards him. He felt her
breath on him. "I don't know how it feels to come against a tongue and
feel everything sucked from me?" Gilles felt the hot wet slide of her tongue
as it lashed against the head of his penis. He bit his lip and tried not to
thrust into her mouth. "You would deny me what you have already enjoyed,
you would not let me pleasure you the way you have me?"

            "Darling..." He moaned as he sank back
against the pillow, his eyes rolling back into his head as her mouth closed
around him.

            This time, Elise was relentless. She stroked and
squeezed as she sucked. She opened her mouth wide and practiced taking him as
deep as she could, thrilling every time he gasped and called out to his maker.
Elise knelt between his legs and mimicked the way her body wrapped around him
and stroked when he was inside of her. Her fingernails scratched his thighs and
dug into the muscled flesh of his buttocks.

            Gilles held himself taut and tried not to give
in to his straining body. He felt the last of of his control slipping when
Elise's head started bobbing up and down over him. He saw her hand moving up
his body as she continued to devour his cock. His eyes grew wide and her
fingers crawled up his chest until they found a nipple. Her fingernail flicked
at it and he gasped. Gilles heard her purr, felt her throat muscles vibrate
against the end of his erection and almost cried out. Elise let the pad of her
finger circle the tiny, tender bud of his nipple.

            "Christ!" He moaned as his fingers
dove into her hair, cradling her skull.  

            Elise lifted her head, her tongue running up the
length of him.

            "Let go, Gilles. I want to taste you. I
want all of it." She dropped her head and took him into her mouth again.
Her declaration was almost enough. Feeling her pinch his nipple sent him over
the edge. He thrust into her throat and she held on tight, afraid he would pull
himself free at the last moment.

            "Elise! I'm so close. You have to
stop!" She felt his hands weakly grasp her shoulders. She took him deeper
and stroked his sack. "God, Elise! I can't hold it!" His head tossed
from side to side and his shoulders came off the bed as he released a hoarse
yell.

            Gille's cock swelled and pulsed. She took him
deep and let her throat muscles massage him as warmth hit the back of her
throat. She tried her best to swallow everything that poured from him. His
breath hissed in and out and he pulled the sheet to his mouth. Elise released
him and pulled back. She licked her lips. Gilles last sentient thought was that
she looked very much like a sated kitten.

            The next thing Gilles was conscious of was the
sound of the curtains being thrown open. He sat up, afraid that he and Elise
had been discovered. He looked around and found nothing suspicious about his
bedchamber. She was gone and hadn't left a trace. Gilles collapsed back onto
the pillows and sighed. It could have been a dream. The best damned dream he'd
ever had.

Chapter 35

            Elise's chambers erupted with activity before
she'd had a chance to wake up. Anna was a whirlwind. She barked orders and
rushed around the room. Deciding it was better to stay out of the way and do as
she was told, Elise took a tray in her bed for the first time in her life. Anna
had foreseen that her appetite would be all but destroyed and had Holderson
arrange a plate of toast and fruit and a cup of tea with honey for Elise. Once
she'd made her best attempt with breakfast, Elise was pushed into a tub of
fragrant bubbles.

            Shortly after, Elise sat on the stool in front
of her dressing table. The door knocked and she heard Mirabelle and Celine
march in.

            "Good morning, what are you two doing
here?" Elise asked, her voice light with joy and excitement.

            "We're here to help. I've brought
champagne." Mirabelle sang as she floated in.

            "Where else could I be, mon enfant? It is
my daughter's wedding day, is it not?" Celine asked as she pressed her
hand to Elise's cheek.

            "Oh, Celine!" Elise whispered,
overcome with emotion. "I used to dream about having a mother and a family
but I couldn't have imagined anything as lovely as this!" She began crying
when Celine pulled her into the tenderest embrace. A moment later, the room
erupted into sobs as Mirabelle and Anna rushed into the huddle.

            "You can't know how desperately I wished
for a sister!" Mirabelle sobbed.

            "My dear girl finally has a family!"
Anna wailed.

            The woman hugged, cried and laughed for several
moments until Anna cleared her throat and stood back.

            "We have much to do if we're going to be
ready by nine!" She declared and began shouting commands.

            The ladies spent the next hour visiting all
sorts of tortures upon Elise. She was powdered and doused, squeezed and laced,
her hair pulled and twisted. When their efforts were exhausted, Anna, Mirabelle
and Celine stood back and sighed dreamily.

            "She's the most beautiful thing I've ever
seen!" Mirabelle sighed.

            "Si angélique!" Celine exclaimed.

            Elise heard a sniffle from Anna.

            "You look like a dream, my lady!"

            Thanks to the champagne, Elise felt confident.
Celine had placed a sapphire pendant around her neck and Mirabelle gave her a
lace shawl. As Anna, Holderson and the rest of the staff had been invited, all
four ladies left the room together, a chorus of giggles and nerves.