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“You will need to be silent,” he murmured as those blue eyes tracked his every movement. “I said once that I would like you to scream my name, and I would be happy for you to do so, but there are servants not far away. See if you can remain quiet for the remainder of the ride, and I shall do my best to prevent it.”

Then, he leaned forward and slid his right hand further up her thigh until he felt her wet heat against his fingers.

“Feel this, Duchess, and remember who commands your pleasure.”

She started as he pushed one finger inside her and straightened to watch her face. She was leaning back in her seat, her head resting on the soft cushions as she moaned.

He slid his finger inside her, almost to the knuckle, and then curled it upward, eliciting a moan from her. He withdrew it and thrust it back in, holding back his groan of ecstasy as her walls rippled around him. He continued stroking her for several minutes until her hips were thrusting upward repeatedly and she was almost lying on the seat.

Her hands were braced against the carriage walls, and her eyes followed him as he withdrew his finger completely and placed it in his mouth, sucking on it while she panted beneath him.

With a coy smile, he lowered two fingers this time and slowly slid them inside her. She let out a strained cry as her back arched off the seat.

He moved over her, their chests pressed together as he thrust his fingers inside her again and again, her low moans growing louder as her legs fell open for him.

“Turn over,” he ordered as he pulled his fingers out, and she looked up at him in surprise before she followed his command.

He ran his hands over her waist until he found the laces on her bodice and began to untie them. She was breathing harshly as each fastening loosened, but there was no protest in her movements.

He untied every lace until her corset was loose enough for him to reach what he truly wanted.

Flipping her over, he pulled down the top of her bodice, exposing the white linen of her shift, and then roughly pulled it down, exposing her breasts to his hungry mouth.

Louise raked her fingers through his hair, before gripping it hard and making him groan. He sucked each nipple into his mouth, licking it with his tongue and biting gently as she shuddered and convulsed beneath him.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled.

“You,” she panted. “You.”

He bit down harder as she groaned without restraint, her legs falling open wantonly. He lowered himself again, pushing his head beneath the folds of her dress and lapping at her entrance. She tugged at his hair and started to thrust her hips upward with every lash of his tongue.

Christian opened his breeches desperately, stroking himself to the fastest climax he had ever experienced. He had never been so overwhelmed with need or pleasure, and he groaned loudly as she cried out above him and shuddered, her hips bucking as pleasure overtook her.

He watched her breasts rise and fall as she caught her breath and slowly sank back onto the seat. Their eyes met as he rose frombetween her legs, and the soft smile on her lips made something deep within him stir to life, as though it had lain dormant for many years, waiting for her to awaken it.

CHAPTER 24

Louise scowled at Christian’s smug expression as she attempted to straighten her clothing before their arrival. She had no choice but to ask him to re-lace her bodice, which was almost entirely undone.

It took him several attempts in the small confines of the carriage, and he exclaimed several times that he could not believe how tight it needed to be.

She was ruffled and disheveled and felt as though all of the servants would know immediately what they had been doing.

“Can you at least assure me that I look respectable?” she huffed as he sat back in the opposite seat, watching her with amusement.

“You look debauched. Does that help?”

“Christian!” she hissed.

He raised his hands defensively. “You are quite presentable for my servants, Louise. We are husband and wife, after all. They can hardly expect me not to ravage you on every occasion, particularly not in that dress. I believe I shall buy you more red gowns. They suit you like nothing else.”

He ran his thumb over his lips seductively, before sucking the tip into his mouth as though enjoying the taste. Louise felt a shuddering echo of pleasure as she fidgeted in her seat.

She had thought that her first experience of pleasure had been beyond her imagination, but feelingtwofingers inside her was beyond description.

She felt sated and languid, leaning back in her seat without a care in the world. Christian seemed to be in the same state, and as they rode back home, Louise was surprised by the contentment she felt in his company.

They stepped out onto the pavement outside their home a few minutes later. The night had cleared, and the stars were visible above them as they ascended the steps. Christian offered her his hand, and she took it without question, his face breaking into a pleased smile as she did so.

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