Montgomery Family 01 - Lost Pleasures Found by Vikki Vaught Page A

breeches hugged his buttocks and well-developed thighs, and she felt a tingling sensation between her legs. Melody now knew that this was definitely a sign of desire. What a fortunate young woman she was to have such a handsome, virile, young husband. She settled back and pulled out the book she was reading, and soon, she was lost in the story and did not notice the time. The carriage slowed down and then stopped as they arrived at another coaching inn. Henry helped her out of the carriage, and they went inside. They had a delicious meat pie, a variety of cheeses, and dark bread with some ale for their luncheon. The food was delicious, and soon their appetites were appeased.
     
    He joined her in the carriage after they got back on the road. He started telling her stories about his youth, and he soon had Melody laughing over all the mischief he used to get into. She shared more stories about her childhood, and again he wished he could have had parents like Melody’s. No wonder, she felt sad at leaving them. While Henry was not close to his parents at all, Melody was obviously very close to hers. He promised himself that he would make sure that she was able to see her parents often. Even though they would not live close to them initially, they would be close to them in the not too distant future.
    Over the next five days, Melody and Henry grew to know each other much better. The nights were glorious as they filled them with passion and tenderness. He was amazed at how adventurous Melody was in bed. She was more than willing to try whatever he suggested. Her untutored enthusiasm was quite arousing. They were nearing Henry’s home, and the closer they got to Sanderford Park, the more nervous Henry became. He had sent word of his marriage, but he knew that the news would not have been well received by his parents. He felt sure they would feel that Melody was not good enough for him. He would just have to make it clear to them that he loved her and that they must treat her with the respect she deserved. After all, Melody’s father was well born, being a younger son of the Earl of Wyldwood and her mother the daughter of Viscount Millings. Melody was just as highborn as he was. If his parents had not been so set on him marrying Lady Penelope, he was sure they would be more willing to accept her.
     
    When they returned to the carriage after their last stop, it was apparent that something was bothering Henry because his face gave it away. He was always so open and honest that it was easy to see when he was upset about something. He had shared enough about his parents that she thought that could be what was bothering him. It seemed that the closer he got to his home, the tenser he became. She hoped he was not ashamed of her, as he had shared how high in the instep his parents were. Melody knew she did not bring a dowry to the marriage, and she was sure it would affect how they felt about her.
    Finally, they turned onto a long drive, and Henry explained that they had been traveling on Sanderford Park for quite some time. As they approached the house, Melody became nervous when she saw how incredibly large the house was. It was truly magnificent to look at but very overwhelming. She could not imagine living here, but it was to be her new home, so she would have to adjust.
    The carriage pulled up to the portico, and several footmen came out to help them out of the carriage. Henry offered her his arm as they walked up the steps and entered through the immense oak doors. The entrance hall had black-and-white marble floors with white marble statues on each side of the entrance. The room was at least three stories high with al fresco art painted on the ceiling. There was a magnificent staircase leading up to the next floor, and it looked as if it went on forever. It was an incredibly beautiful room but a little overwhelming for Melody. If the entrance hall was this opulent, what would the rest of the house be like? Simpson, the butler, was