Page 40 of The Duke and the Unwanted Bride

“Now take your finger andtellme how aroused you are.”

Finally, Hannah understood what he meant. Her pulse quickened at the thought, for she had never done such a thing. Oh, she had heard of it. But to actually do it herself… There was a reason her entire body shook the way it did.

Nonetheless, she held his gaze—which had her heart racing—as she slowly moved the index finger of her right hand between herthighs, and touched herself in a way she had never done before. And all while her husband watched.

“Tell me.”

“It is…” Her finger slid between her nether lips, so warm and wet. “It is wet. I am wet.”

“How wet?”

Her eyes flashed. “Soakingwet.”

He groaned. “Rub yourself gently.”

She frowned, her face flushing with embarrassment. “I do not—what do you mean?”

He chuckled. The sound was deep and enticing. “At the top of your lips, you will find a… a bud.” He smirked. “It will be sensitive to the touch, but if you are gentle, you will enjoy it.”

Somehow, she knew what he was talking about. As she slowly moved her finger to the apex of her sex, she could feel this ‘bud’ he mentioned throbbing. Her finger gently rubbed it, sending a pulse of pure pleasure through her body.

“Ah!” she gasped.

“Do not stop.”

“I… I… I won’t…” she stammered, trying not to moan as her finger gently massaged her bud.

“Good,” Frederick growled hungrily. “Keep going.”

As he watched her, she saw his own hand move to his crotch and begin to rub it. The sight excited her further, and she moaned, making sure that he saw her eyeing his hand. He grimaced and pulled his hand away, then fell to his knees so he was level with her legs.

“Just like that…”

“It feels… it feels… oh God!”

How to even describe it? Hannah had no idea. Sitting on the edge of Frederick’s bed, touching herself for the first time, being watched and idolized and devoured by his eyes, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Anything she could imagine!

Oh yes, she wished he would touch her, too. But this… well, this was not a bad trade.

“Frederick,” she moaned as she continued to rub herself. The sensation inside her grew, spreading from her thighs to her stomach and her chest. Like a fire building within her! “Something… something is happening.”

“Keep going,” he commanded. “Faster. Do not stop until I say.”

“I… I… I—oh God!”

It was an explosion! Somehow painful, somehow pleasurable, all-encompassing like a wave crashing down on her. Her body spasmed. Her legs snapped shut. Her spine stiffened. Her head fell back. She opened her mouth to scream but then closed it as waves of pure pleasure racked her body.

“Good,” Frederick purred. “Very good.”

She fell onto her back, hardly able to breathe, her entire body shaking as those same waves of pleasure still coursed through her, only softer now and nowhere near as intense. And as she lay there, she hoped desperately that Frederick would come to her and take her in his arms.

Typically, he didn’t.

His footsteps echoed across the room, and she sat up just in time to see him at the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To check on Amelia and make sure you did not wake her up.” He popped the door open without even looking back.

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