Page 80 of A Night of Passion with the Duke

His reverie was interrupted by the feel of Arabella moving her legs, inadvertently rubbing her core over his already aroused member. He hissed as intense lust shot through him.

It was really concerning how much he already wanted her, when he had already had her through the night in all the different ways known to man.

He already felt guilty for not controlling his desire for her, for she’d most definitely be sore this morning and would need to rest. But while his mind understood, his body was not cooperating—it burned for more of her.

She moved again, and lust shot through him once more. With a groan, he gave in to the demands of his body, lowering his lips to hers and devouring her sweet mouth. Arabella responded with a sweet sigh and pressed her body closer to his.

It amazed Edward how in tune her body was with his even while asleep.

He gently rolled her on her back and kissed down her stomach till he got to her core. Arabella answered with a sleepy moan.

“Edward,” she gasped, waking up as he licked her folds.

He shot her a lopsided smile, his tongue darting out to taste her again.

“Awake already, my love?” he asked, a smug smile on his face.

He suspected she had been awake much earlier but decided to initiate this erotic interlude—not that he was complaining. Maybe she wasn’t an angel, after all.

“What are you…” She gasped. “Doing?”

“Tasting you, of course.”

“But…”

“Yes?”

“It’s morning,” she said shyly, trying to hide her blush.

“I know.” He kissed her there again, applying pressure to the nub at the apex of her sex. “It’s better this way.”

“But anyone could see us.” She blushed again, burying her hands in his hair.

“Tell me you want me to stop, then.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He laughed against her folds. He had forgotten she could be a teasing minx, too. It surprised him how she could turn from a bold temptress one minute to a blushing maiden the next. But that was one of the many things about her that intrigued him.

This marriage was definitely going to be an interesting adventure going forward, and he was ready for it. But first, he had to perform his duty of pleasuring his wife, which was not at all hard since her sweet, responsive body never ceased to inflame his passions.

He continued strumming her hidden pearl and was rewarded with her throaty moans that only served to inflame his lust to unbelievable levels that he feared he was going to combust and spill like an adolescent boy. Just then, Arabella stiffened and screamed in ecstasy.

“Arabella, I need you. I can’t wait any longer,” he groaned, horsely, his voice sounding alien to his own ears.

In a few moments, he surged into paradise and almost immediately after a few strokes climaxed while groaning her name. Afterwards, the feeling of satiation was so acute that he collapsed on top of her. Arabella she ran her fingers through his hair as he caught his breath. When he had significantly recovered, he rolled onto to his side, taking her with him

“Good morning, wife. I must say, this has become one of my favorite ways to wake up.” He laughed, squeezing her bottom.

Arabella laughed and gave him a lopsided grin. “Well, that can be arranged,” she purred as one of her hands trailed down his stomach towards his already hardening member. “If you keep performing as you do.”

He caught her hand in his. “While I would love nothing more than to continue this delicious interlude, we have pressing matters to handle. We have to go down for breakfast before Mother decides to come here to ascertain we are still alive. We also need to speak with them about what to do with Joana. I think we have to finally be honest with them, even though I’m definitely not looking forward to their censure.”

Arabella pouted in disappointment. “I understand. This is definitely not going to be easy, but it must be done.”

Seeking to wipe the sullen look off her face, Edward looked down at her naked body hungrily. A knock sounded at the door, interrupting his thoughts.

“Your Grace?” a small voice called from outside the door.

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