Page 83 of A Virgin for the Ruthless Duke

While it was not forever, and she could always visit them or they could visit her, it could never be the same as living in the same house with them.

She felt Richard squeeze her waist, and she decided that there was no one better that she could embark on this journey with.

With his hand on her waist, he led her to the wedding breakfast, where they ate and drank. He made an early announcement that he wanted to take his wife home, since the journey to the estate in the countryside was long.

Amidst cheers and tearful goodbyes, they boarded the coach that would take her to her new home.

When the coach had finally moved far from the prying eyes of their guests, Richard stretched out his arms and pulled her onto his lap, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

“Finally,” he groaned. “I can have some privacy to ravish my wife.”

He buried his face in her neck and proceeded to kiss and nibble on the sensitive skin there.

“Why do I have the feeling that the country estate is not as far as you made it out to be?” Selina said, chuckling.

“I always knew you were clever, my love,” he said, before sucking her earlobe into his warm mouth, slowly loosening her grip onher sanity. “There was no better way to make them give me privacy. It was either that or carrying you like a caveman out of that place.”

“You wouldn’t.” Selina giggled.

“You underestimate me, dearest. Perhaps I should show you why you shouldn’t,” he said with heated eyes.

He swooped in and claimed her lips, moaning slightly with relief and desire. Licking her lips and nibbling on them, he urged them open, then groaned when he gained access to the warm cavern of her mouth.

The kiss caught fire as he explored the heated depths of her mouth, his desire climbing to new heights.

His hand moved to the back of her dress, loosening her stays with desperation, pulling on the material until he heard a tear and it fell open, giving him access to her breasts. He immediately cupped them in his hands, kneading them and pinching her nipples, causing her to whimper and writhe on his lap, encouraging his aroused member to harden even further—almost to the point of pain.

His hand found her knee, fighting with her voluminous skirts until it touched her skin. He stroked the inner side of her knee, enjoying the gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips as he worked his way upwards, his thumbs forcing her thighs open until he was touching her core.

She was hot and wet and so tempting that he had to fight the urge to lay her down on the cushion and rut her like an animal. Instead, he stroked her sex, spreading her folds until he found her pearl and strummed it, enjoying the screams of pleasure she tried to muffle against him.

He slid a finger into her warmth, growling with pleasure at the tight fit. The thought of pushing his hard member into her tight core almost blinded him with desire.

Panting against her mouth, he fought for control, concentrating on bringing her pleasure. He nipped her lips, once, twice and then moved lower to her chin then neck and lower to the nub of her desire which starined with her arousal. Her scent nearly undid him but he knew her tatse would be the end of him and he laved at her with his tongue, groaning at the sweetness of her.

He wondered if the desire he felt for her would ever dim because he craved her more with each day that passed with an intensity that winded him at times.

Her hands went into his hair and he knew she was close by the sounds pouring from her lips and the way her legs shook around him.

“Richard.” She gasped, spasming in his arms.

He laved at her until she calmed, gathering her into his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead, as he tried hard to slow his breathing.

“I shouldn’t have done that. You make me lose control, you minx.”

“Whatever will the driver think?” Selina giggled.

“Whatever he chooses to.”

“That is not very proper of you, Your Grace.”

“I believe you have stripped me of all my pretense of propriety.”

Selina laughed loudly at the accusation.

Her eyes widened when the coach jolted to a stop, and she realized that they were home. She looked out the window to admire her new home.

She was in awe of the sheer architectural wonder. It was built with the majestic boldness of the previous century. Its facilities were renovated to match the pleasure and comforts of modern times, and the combination was nothing short of mesmerizing, much like the master of the estate.

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