Page 66 of The Duke and the Unwanted Bride

Frederick cupped Hannah’s face in his hands, roughly pulling her in and kissing her on the lips. No, not a kiss. That was too gentle. Too loving. This was as if he was trying to devour her, consume her. He wrapped his lips around her own, and his tongue plunged into mouth, licking and sucking as if he hadn’t eaten in days and she was his last meal.

And Hannah, as he kissed her, grabbed his shirt and tore it open. Her hands then moved to his pants, ripping at them also, doing what she could to remove his clothes as if they had caught fire. She broke their kiss and trailed her lips down his chest, his nipples, his neck. She licked and bit and sucked on his flesh as his pants fell by his ankles.

Frederick made to do the same for her dress, only for Hannah to slap his hands away. He tried again, but she grabbed his handsand held them. Her flashed with a warning, and she bared her teeth, snarling at him to leave her be. Then she pushed his hands away again, flattened a hand on his chest, and held him there before dropping to her knees.

Her lips wrapped around the tip of his member, and his body stiffened. Her tongue ran up his shaft, her hands cupped his testicles, her lips sucked and sucked and sucked, and his knees shook. Nearly stumbling, he had no choice but to fist a hand in her hair and hold himself steady as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft, sucking and licking the whole while.

“Hannah…” he groaned. “That is… God… that… yes!”

Her tongue flicked over the tip, licking gently, before she swallowed him whole again. Then she took the base of his shaft in her hand and began to twist as she continued to swallow him.

It was unlike anything she had done before. Hannah, taking full control, being in charge like this… She had a point to make, and whatever it was, she was making it well. And Frederick, realizing that he had once again lost control, did not care.

A few more moments and Frederick had no choice but to taste her. Using his strength, he lifted her off the floor. She protested and slapped at him, but he carried her across the room and tossed her on the sofa. Like a petulant puppy, she snarled at him, but he bore down on her, his hand around her neck as the other ripped her dress off her. Next, he wedged his knees between her legs, still holding her down, looking into her eyes and warning her not to fight him on this. It was his turn.

He dove between her thighs next. The taste of her was as sweet as he remembered, and the way she grabbed his head and held him there, pressing his face against her sex until he could hardly breathe, made his length stiffen further. But he licked and sucked on her nether lips, then wrapped his lips around her bud so that she began to shake and cry out.

“There!” she commanded him. “Right—don’t stop!”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled into her folds.

“Oh, shut up for once!” Her legs wrapped around his head, and he continued to eat her.

As he devoured his wife, Frederick could feel his member pulsating. It throbbed so hard that it hurt. Already, he knew that within seconds of thrusting into her, he would climax, and for once he simply did not care.

He pulled away, and she gasped. “What did I?—”

He was on her, kissing her just to shut her up. She accepted it, falling back onto the sofa and pushing her hips up. Her hand found his member, and he very nearly climaxed right then and there, but he held on as she guided him toward her entrance.

“Urgh…” They moaned together.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Frederick growled as he thrust deep and hard into her. Faces inches apart, they were like rabid dogs daring the other to attack.

“You know what I want,” she panted as she ground her hips against him. “If you can.”

“Do not tempt me, woman.”

“Do not tell me what to do!”

He thrust again and again. Her wetness was indescribable. The feel of her wrapped around his member was heavenly. Each thrust sent a pulse from his legs to his soul, and within minutes he could feel himself about to erupt.

Harder thrusts. Faster. He bit her shoulder, and she grabbed his head to hold him there. Deeper thrusts. Faster. His body began to shake as the pleasure built.

“You better not,” she moaned.

“I will do as I… as I… as I…” And then it hit him.

Buried deep inside his wife, for the first time Frederick finished inside her. And Hannah, feeling it, wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could not pull away, forcing him to stay inside her until every last drop was spent.

And when they were finished, Frederick knew that one of two things might happen.

They could come to their senses, realize that the words they spoke were true and this right here was the last time either would dare touch the other. One would storm away. The other would stay. Both would feel great shame and sadness and regret while knowing it was the only way…

Or they could understand that sometimes things happened in the heat of anger and words spoken could be taken back. Yes, they had said some hurtful things to each other, but they knew what this marriage was and what it could be, and one fight should not change that. Surely not?

Silence fell between them as Frederick slowly pulled out of her. Awkward. Tense. Unsure. Frederick, unable to look his wife in the eyes, tried to sense what she might be feeling. For all that was said, he realized right then that he did not want this to be the end, not for a moment, and he prayed she was of the same mind.

Slowly, he looked up and met her eyes. A hardened glare. The sense that she hated him… And then a smile.

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