Page 106 of Wedded to the Scottish Duke

He held on to the bench hard. He longed to bury his fingers in her hair, but this moment was about her control and him obeying, so he held himself back.

She drove him to his edge. He was soon growling his pleasure, in danger of spilling inside of her, when she leaned back.

“My turn,” she whispered and then crawled into his lap.

He reached for her waist this time, on instinct, and fortunately, she didn’t stop him. She gripped his shoulders instead, finding her balance as she lifted one foot onto the bench and lowered her other knee beside his thigh, aligning her center perfectly with his own.

She rocked herself against him, not looking away once. He just stared into those green eyes, stunned that she could now be his forever.

Then she sank down onto him. His length slid inside her, and he gasped at the sensation. She did too, rocking her hips at once, still not quite taking all of him inside her but teasing him with the promise of what was to come.

“Celia,” he groaned.

“Patience,” she repeated his old words back to him, then molded her lips to his.

He kissed her deeply, dominating her, feeling her tongue with his own. Old habits died hard, and he couldn’t resist taking control of the kiss. She didn’t seem to mind but rocked her hips faster so that suddenly, she took all of him. He sank down onto the bench so that she could move faster still.

She broke the kiss and gripped his shoulders hard, using his support to be able to move. Intoxicated by the sight of her, her body glistening with rainwater and sweat, he felt the pleasure spreading through his whole body. He was so near his peak already, but he wouldn’t let it happen yet. This was their first time after they had said they loved each other. He wasn’t going to let it end too quickly.

He had to take hold of her waist and lift her off him.

“Oh,” she gasped in amazement, smiling as she still gripped his shoulders. “Had enough?” she teased.

“Not by a long shot. Sorry, lass, I want control back.”

She giggled in such a delighted way that it was a wonder he didn’t climax right there and then.

He stood, still carrying her, then turned her around in the confines of the carriage and laid her flat on the bench. Looming over her, he bent her legs back so they were near her head. With her body completely open to him, he entered her again.

Her cheeks pinkened in perfect pleasure, her lips forming a perfect ‘O’ as she moaned his name. He couldn’t stop thrusting into her, couldn’t stop feeling every inch of her.

Reaching down to where they were connected, he placed one finger on her most sensitive spot. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back. It was the sight he had craved—Celia so completely undone by what he could do to her.

How could he have lived without this in Scotland? How could he have even considered living without Celia… his wife?

She’s mine, for as long as she wants to be.

He thrust into her faster and harder, determined to push her over the edge.

She was getting close to the peak now. He could sense it in the way she moaned, in the intensity with which they were rocking the carriage, and how her body was tightening.

No yet… a little bit longer.

He pulled out of her again, loving the way she groaned in frustration.

“Nearly, sweetheart. Very nearly.”

He pushed down her legs and then grabbed her waist, turning her around so that she was kneeling on the bench, with the palms of her hand planted against the carriage wall. He nudged her legs further apart as she leaned forward, exposing her rear and that perfect curve of her back just as he had imagined.

He teased her for a minute or so with his fingers. She was panting, rocking her hips against him.

“Don’t taunt me!” she begged.

“As ye wish.” He moved toward her, sliding his length inside her until he hit that sweet spot. She threw her head back as she moaned his name loudly.

At that moment, Keith wouldn’t have cared if everyone in the house had heard her and looked out the windows to see the carriage rocking. All he wanted was in this carriage now. He needed this moment. He needed Celia to know that he was here and not going anywhere. They would always have this.

He moved faster and faster, his hands gripping her hips and then moving to explore the curve of her back and her rear.

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