Page 81 of Her Sinful Duke

“Penelope,” he began, his voice tender with affection, “how do you always look so ravishing?”

A soft blush tinged Penelope’s cheeks as she turned back to the mirror, a shy smile playing on her lips. “Thank you, James,” she replied softly, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his words.

He always knew exactly what to say to make her smile, to make her feel not only that she was enough but also that she was everything he had ever wanted. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. And she wanted to be that for him. She wanted to be a good wife, a good partner, everything he could ever wish for in a woman. She wanted to be all that and more. Fortunately, they had the rest of their lives to spend together and keep fulfilling promises while making new ones.

James stepped closer, his gaze lingering on her reflection in the mirror. “You always manage to take my breath away,” he observed, a hint of playful teasing in his tone. She loved it when he was like that. In fact, she loved everything about him.

Penelope turned to face him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Is that so, Your Grace?” she teased, her voice tinged with amusement. She knew that he loved it when she addressed him like that. It had turned into a little game of theirs which they loved playing. “I’ll have to remember that for future reference.”

James chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “Oh, you’re impossible,” he teased, reaching out to tousle her hair gently.

Penelope laughed, swatting his hand away playfully. “And you love me for it,” she retorted, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

James’ expression softened, his gaze lingering on her with unabashed adoration. “More than you know,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

As Penelope basked in the warmth of James’ affectionate gaze, she couldn’t help but notice the slight twitch of his hand behind his back, a telltale sign that he was hiding something from her.

“What are you hiding, James?” she asked, her curiosity piqued as she studied his expression.

James flashed her a mischievous grin, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Oh, nothing, my dear,” he replied innocently though the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his playful demeanor.

Penelope arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “I highly doubt that,” she countered, her curiosity growing with each passing moment.

With a theatrical flourish, James brought his hand from behind his back, revealing a small, velvet-lined box nestled in his palm. Penelope's breath caught in her throat as she watched him, her heart pounding with anticipation.

“What’s this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached out to take the box from him.

As Penelope delicately lifted the lid of the box, her heart skipped a beat as she beheld the treasure nestled inside. It wasn’t just any jewelry — it was the watch she had lovingly gifted James, the very one he had promised to mend.

Her breath caught in her throat as she carefully lifted the watch from its velvet cocoon, cradling it in her hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world. With trembling fingers, she turned it over, her eyes widening in wonder as she saw that it was indeed ticking, its hands moving steadily as if to mark the passage of time.

Tears welled in Penelope’s eyes as she looked up at James, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude. “James, you... you mended it,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

James smiled, his eyes soft with affection as he reached out to gently wipe away her tears. “I did,” he confirmed, his voice filled with warmth. “I wanted to show it to you.”

The watch she had gifted him, with the help of Grandfather, was now restored to life, its gentle ticking a testament to the love they shared. “It’s perfect,” she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.

“No, you are perfect,” he corrected her. “And I have a good idea how to express my gratitude…” he added playfully, pining her against the wall, kissing her neck passionately, unable to control himself. He kissed her again and again until her entire body yearned for him, until there was nothing but deep hunger consuming them both.

He took off her robe with one swoosh of his hand, throwing it to the side. His other hand held her close. He freed her from her thin nightgown, then he took off his own robe. He fell down to his knees before her, spreading her legs for him.

“James, what on earth… oh…” she moaned as he slid his tongue into her, sucking on her most intimate place.

She could see his own manhood roaring between his legs, a sight that made her mad with desire.

“I want to taste you,” he murmured in a deep voice.

He flicked his tongue over her, as she listened to the wet sounds and her own moans. She was already close. He licked deeper, where she was most sensitive, delving between her lips, separating the seam. She was so wet. He was completely rigid now, his manhood waiting for its turn. But first, it was hers.

He reached for the softness of her buttocks, griping them with both hands. Her entire body shivered as his tongue dived into her. She moaned again, louder this time. He was relishing every lick, every moan. She was his feast, but he could not get his fill of her. He lapped up her sweet wetness, going faster and faster until she was on the precipice.

Then, he used his fingers. He slid them into her wet heat, bending them, pushing deeper, his tongue sucking on the center of her pleasure. That was enough to bring her over the edge. She clutched at him, moaning, trembling, gripping at him harder and harder.

“Oh… James…” she moaned his name as if it were a prayer. He grinned against her juices.

When he got back up to his feet, she grabbed him in a frenzied rush, her hands on him.

“Take me…” she pleaded.

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