Page 51 of The Duke and the Wrong Bride

“More than wonderful,” she corrected, still holding his eyes, her smile growing. “I doubted you with Oliver, and I never should have. I should have known you would do everything you could.”

His smile matched hers. “Think nothing of it. You’re my wife, and I’ll always be there for you. No matter what.”

For a moment, the two said nothing, simply looking at one another. Now might be the perfect time to engage in some wicked banter to elicit an emotional response so that Henry could do what he did best. It felt earned, after all. Only, Charlotte found she didn’t want that.

Henry had been good to her today. He was the perfect husband, and for once she didn’t want to fight with him. So, she held his stare and his hand, letting him see how grateful she was, that they didn’t have to fight all the time to show their feelings.

Yet, she stillwantedhim. More now than ever. Charlotte couldn’t help but think back to this past week, how every single time they had been together, it had been Henry’s doing. He liked control. He liked to be in charge. And while she loved to submit to him, today, right now, she was in the mood for something different.

“Don’t move,” she said, coming to a decision.

“What do you?—”

She was on him. Not waiting for a response or giving him a chance to turn the tables, she surged forward and mounted her husband, straddling him and pressing her lips to his neck. She felt him stiffen under her touch, his body going still as if he didn’t know how to respond.

“Charlotte…” He tried to push her away.

“No.” She grabbed his hands and wrapped them around her butt. “Not this time…” Again, she pressed her lips to his neck, tasting his sweat.

Why did it always have to be Henry who took the lead? Why couldn’t she dominate him for once? He had been so good to her today. He had treated her so well. It was time that she returned the favor.

For a moment, too, it felt as if Henry was going to push her back. But she kept at his neck, running a hand through his hair, tearing open his shirt and kissing down his chest. Henry moaned as each soft kiss touched his skin, and slowly, she could feel him melt under her.

“I want to thank you…” she said softly as she continued to kiss down his chest, grinding herself against him.

“What for?” he groaned, leaning back a little, giving her room to work.

“For today. What you did for me…” Her hand moved down to his crotch. He was already stiff. She could feel his girth beneath his pants. So, she started to rub it and stroke it, enjoying the way he squirmed. “You were so good to me.”

“I was…” He closed his eyes.

“You deserve to be thanked properly.” More kisses as she shifted back, her hands undoing his pants. “Do you want me to thank you?”

“I do…”

“Tell me I’m a good wife.”

His pants were undone. He raised his hips and shuffled out of them. His manhood sprung out, thick and engorged and so very hard. Her hand wrapped around it and squeezed. He moaned.

“Tell me.”

“You’re a good wife,” he breathed as she stroked him.

“How good?”

“So, so good.”

Her eyes lit up at the words. It was a sensation she’d never felt before. One of control. Having her husband’s member in her hand, having him nearly begging her… she was starting to see why Henry liked to tease her the way he did.

“I know I am.” She licked her lips as she shuffled back. Mouth open, she fell to her knees and wrapped her mouth around him.

“Urgh… God…” His hand grabbed a hold of her head. “Charlotte…”

Her tongue ran up his length, over his head, licked and sucked and then took him whole. She felt his body stiffen, his legs shake, his hips gyrate as he forced her to take more and more of him. She had the power here, she realized. She was in complete control. And she loved it.

“You deserve this.” She looked him in the eye as she ran her tongue up his shaft. “So, so much.”

“I do,” he growled. “And you’re so good to me.”

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