Page 87 of Her Duke's Second Chance

Robert smiled, unlaced his breeches and threw them on the floor. He touched the tip of his engorged manhood against Georgiana’s pulsing entrance and slid himself into her wet sheath.

She moaned and grappled his waist with her legs, pulling him into her with animal force.

Robert quickly acquiesced to her raging need and filled her with the full length of his engorged member, until she had all of him inside of her. Georgiana grunted and thrashed as she grasped his hips and encouraged him to pump.

He slid in and out of her, pressing deeply and rising until the glistening head of his shaft kissed her pearl, then plunged into her again, his speed rapidly increasing.

Their sweat-slicked bodies came together in a frantic rhythm as they sought their ultimate release.

Outside, thunder clapped and lightning sizzled, but Georgiana took no notice. She was frantically engrossed in a storm of her own making, buffeted by the winds of her lust, and helpless against the tides of ecstasy that overwhelmed her.

Her climax was explosive and all-consuming. Her canal clenched violently around Robert’s pulsing rod as surges of tremors overtook her.

Robert’s resistance evaporated as he gave himself over to the intense pleasure and filled Georgiana with his warm seed.

Gasping breathlessly, they untangled themselves from each other. Georgiana shuddered and passed a shaky hand across her face, then smiled and kissed Robert deeply before turning over. Within moments she was asleep.

Robert lay on his side watching his wife sleep.

He could not help the smile that refused to leave his face. Their evening together had surpassed his most optimistic expectations, and filled him with excitement for their future, as well as a tinge of dread.

This is just the beginning.

He remembered Georgiana’s jumble of words as she tried to express her needs within the parameters of their future relationship. He knew she deserved better treatment than he had provided and promised himself to do better by her.

He felt equally perplexed about what course they should take to enrich their relationship. One thing he knew with certainty was that he could not return to his chambers while she slept.

He lay back on her pillow, breathing in the scent of her hair. He had never spent the night with a woman before. Perhaps shewould wake and tell him to leave, and that would be fine. But he would not go until she told him to.

He turned again to look at her, sleeping so peacefully despite the storm. He smiled and closed his eyes.

Sleep well, wife.

He slid his hand around her waist and fell asleep.

CHAPTER 29

“Oh!” she whispered, putting her hands to her heart.

Georgiana turned in her bed and froze as her shoulder struck an obstacle. She slowly opened her eyes to see that the barrier which had prevented her from turning over was, in fact, her snoring husband.

She blinked a few times, staring at him. He looked younger when he was asleep.

Those eyelashes are criminal. What a waste to have them on a man.

Suddenly his eyes opened, and she jerked. “You scared me.”

He smiled slowly. “Good morning.” His voice was raspy and deeper than usual, and she shivered at the sound.

“G-good morning.” She giggled nervously. “Did you sleep well?”

“It was the best sleep I have had in a long time.”

She blushed at his honesty.

She turned her head to look out of the window. “It stormed last night, and it did not bother me at all, so I suppose we both had an exceptional sleep.”

“Indeed.” He grinned. “Perhaps we should investigate the cause of our peaceful slumber so that we can repeat it purposely in the future.”

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