Page 61 of The Duke's Sinful Bride

Killian was seated at the edge of the bed, his shirt half undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his chest.

He looked up, surprise flickering across his handsome features, but it was quickly replaced by a smirk that sent a thrill through her.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he drawled, his voice low and teasing. “I didn’t expect to find such a minx for a wife. I should have guessed it the moment ye jumped in front of my pistol.”

Yvette felt a rush of heat at his words, both embarrassment and exhilaration. She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering.

“Perhaps,” she mumbled at first and then cleared her throat, her voice steadier this time, “I want more of what we shared. I wantyou.”

His eyes darkened with desire, and he stood, closing the distance between them.

“Ye want more, do ye?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll make yer body sing for me until ye can’t stand.” His voice was a seductive promise, and she felt her heart pound even harder against her ribcage.

With a swift movement, he captured her waist, pulling her against him. The warmth of his body against hers sent shivers down her spine, igniting every nerve ending.

Yvette’s heart raced as she tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. There was a wildness in his eyes, a primal need that mirrored her own.

Killian’s hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves that he had yet to fully discover. His fingers brushed against the fabric of her gown, teasingly skimming along her waist before finding the delicate ribbon that held it in place.

With a deft motion, he loosened it, allowing the gown to slip slightly from her shoulders.

“Such beautiful skin,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “I have wanted to see ye like this since the first time I laid eyes on ye.”

With a gentle push, he urged her to sit on the edge of the bed, the cool fabric of the sheets contrasting with the heat radiating from her body. He knelt before her, his hands gliding down her arms, sending delightful shivers across her skin.

As he began to peel the gown from her body, she felt a rush of vulnerability and exhilaration. The fabric cascaded down, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.

“Killian,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with anticipation and uncertainty.

He looked up, his gaze intense and possessive.

“Ye are exquisite,” he breathed, before leaning in closer, “especially when ye say my name.”

His lips brushed against her thigh, igniting a fire within her that she could no longer contain. She gasped, her body arching towards him, craving more of his touch.

“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need.

“Say my name,” he ordered.

“Killian,” she obliged, eager to obey him for the first time since they had met.

“Mmhm. Ye’re mine to command now, wife. Mine to pleasure. Do you understand?” he purred.

“Yes,” she breathed shakily, her body buzzing with anticipation.

“Good girl,” he responded and stood, capturing her face in his hands.

He kissed her deeply, his mouth moving against hers with a fervor that left her breathless.

Yvette melted into him, feeling the strength of his body against hers as he deepened the kiss.

His hands found the clasp of her undergarments, and with a swift motion, he freed her from the last of her inhibitions.

Soon, he laid her on her back, his fingers finding wet folds and sliding into her.

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