Page 84 of Wedded to the Scottish Duke

Then he growled into her neck, placing the palms of his hands on either side of her head. She could see that he was barely holding back.

The knowledge that he wanted more was such a thrill that she soon forgot the pain.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered in his ear.

It was like a torrent was released.

He placed a hand above her head, steadying himself, and pushed himself up with the other. He gripped her leg, holding it wide open. This new movement allowed him to thrust into her faster.

Amazed at the sight and feel of him, Celia could do nothing but grip the sheets beneath her as she watched him. Each movement was now bold and long, as he practically pulled all the way out of her before driving back into her again. With thrust, he seemed to hit all the pleasurable spots inside her, making her body sing.

She tried to raise her hand to take hold of his shirt. She wished to feel all of him against her, and that meant getting rid of the shirt he still had on. She had barely taken hold of the shirt, though, before he caught her wrist and pinned it down to thebed. He took her other hand and pinned it down too, so he had full control of her body.

Completely at his mercy, she stared up into his gray eyes as he thrust inside her.

His shirt was damp with sweat now. Sweat was beading between her breasts too with the excitement of what they were doing.

She never wanted this feeling to end. The knowledge that this was all happening with him of all people was the greatest thrill. As long as he kept on doing this, then maybe their marriage could be a happy one. After all, what was there to worry about in the world when such feelings like this existed?

He shifted her wrists to one of his hands and then moved his other hand down, exploring her breasts and playing with them. He wasn’t soft but firm, and the thought that he loved watching her as they were doing this, that he liked looking at her so much that he had to touch her too, made her breathless.

“Keith…” She moaned his name repeatedly, interspersed with sounds she hadn’t known she was capable of making.

His growls grew louder too. Abruptly, he released her wrists, moving their position again. He sat back on his haunches, took hold of her thighs and dragged her further down the bed so that she was as directly beneath him as possible, and then pushed her legs up so that her ankles came up near her ears. Nearly folded in half, she watched him as he quickened his thrusts.

His cheeks were now red with the pleasure of it. His eyes seemed to be taking in every part of her, for they kept roaming over her and then coming back to her face.

In this new position, she felt completely undone. He had found a spot inside her she had not known existed.

Her body started to convulse. Her head thrashed from side to side as her back arched off the bed and she moaned his name. That climax was more powerful than any other he had given her before. It was somehow all the more complete, much more intense, for it reached every part of her body.

“Aye, Celia. Aye, ah…” His moans grew louder.

As she came down from her high, her body still singing with pleasure, he moved faster. Three more thrusts and he suddenly stilled, moaning her name again and again, sweat beading on the nape of his neck.

They both stopped moving, their hands tangled in the bedsheets as their pants filled the air around them.

Celia took many minutes to gather herself when she grew aware of the ache inside her. She was sore from what they had done, though she didn’t care. If such feelings existed, she could quite happily bear any pain.

She reached up toward him, pulling at his shirt. He seemed to hesitate, before she clawed at his biceps, pulling him downso she could kiss him. When he realized what she wanted, he moved faster. Their lips clashed together in a fiery kiss. She was still moving her lips against his when she lowered her legs around his hips and just held him.

He chuckled softly into their kiss.

“Happy wedding day, wife,” he whispered and then kissed her again.

There was an eruption of warmth in her chest. She was indeed his wife now, in every sense of the word. They had consummated their marriage, making an annulment impossible, though she couldn’t imagine ever asking him for one.

Why would I turn my back on this now?

A sudden hope filled her. If they could be like this together, if they could be as they had been at Lady Arundel’s house too, then maybe they could have a happy life as man and wife. She could perhaps forget in time that he had married her out of pity, and they could find a way to be happy together instead.

I’m not ready for this moment to end.

Determined to have everything she wanted, she kept on kissing him, deepening the kiss as she reached for his shirt again. He must have sensed what she was doing, for his hand came up to close around her own, stopping her from lifting his shirt any higher.

Irked, she bit his bottom lip playfully. He laughed into the kiss again, and that momentary distraction allowed her to lift his shirt higher around his waist. She broke the kiss and looked down, determined to see every part of him.

She glimpsed a toned stomach before abruptly, the shirt was pulled down again.

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