Page 80 of A Bride for the Sinful Duke

He needed more. He wanted all of her without delay.

Hector pulled away, took her hand, and led her down the hall. He opened the first door he came to and pulled her through it, thankful when he realized they were in a study. He locked the door before searching for her lips again, hopelessly addicted to the taste of her.

She seemed to melt beneath his touch, and he managed to guide them to a desk, lifting her up to sit atop of it.

While his lips pasted chaste, soft kisses along the skin of her neck and chest, his hands pushed up her skirts, his fingers making their way between her legs.

Juliet pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle her moan, rocking her hips forward to meet his fingers thrust for thrust, and the action made him wild with desire.

He needed to have her. Immediately.

Hector tried to dampen the blazing flames of his desire and calm himself down by focusing on the ministrations of his fingers, but the sounds his wife made and how flushed and beautiful she looked beneath him was enough to launch him over the edge.

He made quick work of removing his breeches, managing to free his hardness in record time.

The gasp that Juliet had let out as he sheathed himself in her made him throb and he had to grit his teeth to keep himself from setting a violent pace.

They didn’t have much time, so he needed to release them both as quickly as possible.

Just as before, Hector loved that Juliet was so responsive to his moves, moaning each time he thrust into her and getting louder each time he increased the speed of his engorged member. He soon had to keep kissing her to reduce the volume of her ecstatic cries.

“You feel so damn good, Juliet,” he whispered to her, pressing closer and deeper.

Their release left them both shaking breathlessly, locked in a tight embrace. Hector pressed gentle kisses to her jaw and spoke to her softly.

“I am sorry. No matter how much I try not to, I keep making mistakes and hurting you, and that is not what I want. I am sorry for my actions after our visit to Marcus’ house. It greatly disturbs me to lose control, and more often than not, I find myself losing it around you. I know you do not deserve to bear the brunt of my moods nor my floundering attempts to recover your trust.”

“Do not try to resolve your issues alone and ignore me in the process. You are correct when you say that I do not deserve your harsh treatment or your often caustic reactions to situations beyond my control. Speak with me. I will always be willing to listen and to help however I can, however you need me to. Do I have your word?” she asked.

“I shall do my best not to disappoint you,” he agreed. “Do not ever believe that I do not want you. I will always want you.”

Juliet nodded, turning her head slightly, so she could kiss him, and she smiled when he playfully pecked her several times on her lips.

Hector quickly arranged himself then took his time making his wife look presentable, rewarding her with a kiss every few seconds.

When they were both sufficiently sorted to face the Ton again, he held her hand gently and asked, “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

Juliet preened, visibly pleased.

“I would love to.”

They returned to the ballroom just as a new song began to play.

Hector realized it was easy to focus on her, likely because she was all that mattered to him. She fit into his arms perfectly, and Hector found himself overcome with wonder with every sway, dip and twirl of her body.

How did I manage to marry such a wonderful woman?

When the dance ended, he took her hand, and they left the ball quickly, exchanging no farewells with their host or any of the guests.

It had been a challenge to keep their hands off each other in the carriage, but their self-control lasted only until they arrived at the Duke’s room.

Garments were quickly discarded and replaced by wandering hands committed to learning each crevice and contour of each other’s bodies.

“You looked breathtaking tonight. Just like a goddess,” Hector mumbled into her skin, every word punctuated by the roll of his hips.

Juliet shivered beneath him and cried out at his rough thrust, her nails raking down his back as she tried to hold onto him.

“Do not let anyone else ever touch you again. You are mine, only mine,” Hector growled, slowing down to grind deeply into her.

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