Page 56 of Taken By the Beastly Duke

When she had imagined marriage, she never imagined that it would include having a husband who follows her to the modiste and make requests for her underthings.

If there was one thing she have understood since she met her husband, it was that things never went as expected, especially when it had some thing to do with this particular duke.

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Anthony fought the urge to adjust the crotch of his pants to accommodate the arousal that seemed to be growing the longer he stood beside Victoria and it did not help that he was now imagining her in the obscene creations in the modiste shop that passed as night rails.

He had started this to tease her and throw her infernal control out of flux, but instead he ended up putting his precarious self control to test and it was dangerous, very dangerous indeed.

It had taken iron will for him to leave her chambers on the wedding night over a week ago when he had walked in to see her in that sheer night rail that sent all the blood on his head downwards towards his arousal.

He had been so aroused and excited that he wondered how on earth, he had walked out from that room after watching her strut around her room with the beautiful charms of her body on display for him, just for him.

Over the next days, he had become haunted by those erotic images, they became continuous haunting both his night dreams and his day ones too.

He lost count of his many time he have woken up in a sweat, his member harder than wood while the only possible chance of relief slept peacefully on the room next door.

He had spent several of his days at the wrestling salon hoping that the physical exertion would bring his unruly body to heel.

He had to if he didn't want to break his promise and end up being the one to beg her for her touch on his perpetually overheated body.

It helped for the most part because by the time he returned home late at night, he fell into a deep slumber that was conveniently haunted by a certain brown eyed witch.

He had only joined breakfast this morning because he felt he had control over his body but that was proved wrong when he set eyes on her at the dining table and the arousal surged back, like it never left

He heard himself agreeing to take her and his mother to the modiste.

He had used that as an excuse when he just simply craved her presence and now he was standing in a fitting room in a modiste choosing a lingerie for his wife that he would prefer to remove off her with his teeth, before he licked her delectable body to completion.

He could even have her against this wall, his hand finding her warmth under her dress in a trice. He could touch her, swallowing her moans with his mouth while he rubbed himself on her thigh -

Anthony had to halt his imagination when he heard the sound of a door closing as the dressmaker left and he realized that he had been staring at his wife for the better part of ten minutes imagining ways to devour her forgetting the presence of the modiste.

It was dangerous this attraction between him and Victoria and with each day, it was getting harder to remember the reason why they just couldn't indulge it.

But the way things were going, he might just be the one to beg for her touch because his craving for her was sharpening into a need that strained at the reins of his self-control every time he was in close proximity to her.

He had never felt attraction this encompassing before. It made absolutely no sense but it did not change the fact that he wanted her and he wanted her badly.

ChapterSixteen

Aweek quickly went away and it was the night of the Banbury's ball. Some of Katarina's gowns have arrived and she admitted they were quite pretty and fit like a dream. With how elaborate the style and the embroidery on the gowns were, she marveled that she had it ready already in less down a week. Not only was the woman a fashion genius she was also swift too.

Wearing a crimson dress with a daring V neck that exposed a good portion of her decolletage, she felt like a confident and sensual woman of the ton while she prepared to attend the ball.

The appreciative gleam in her husband's eye and the way his eyes lingered on her exposed decolletage led her to believe that he loved it as well.

She reveled in her new found power that consisted of the ability to make the powerful Duke of Devlin speechless.

" You look absolutely ravishing, Duchess," he breathed taking her hand when she stepped off the last step of the staircase he placed a warm kiss on her gloved hand.

He offered an arm, when she took hold of it, he led her to the carriage that was waiting outside the castle. He helped her into the carriage climbing in to seat beside her and throughout the journey to the ball he kept a possessive hand around her, almost like he couldn't stop himself from touching her even if it was in such a small way.

When they arrived at the ball. He stepped down and made sure to hand her down from this carriage waving away the footman who offered to perform the task.

When she stood next to her, he placed a hand low on her back.

Victoria was sure she could feel the warmth of his hand burn through the layers of clothing, sending shudders she tried to conceal down her spine.

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