Page 49 of Ravished By the Beastly Duke

“You taste better than anything I could have ever imagined,” he murmured against her.

She felt his hand slide up her thigh, and then he slid a finger inside her. The stretch and the friction had her hips bucking. If it weren’t for his other hand, she would have slid off the table.

His head emerged from underneath her skirts, his eyes dark with lust as he watched his finger slide in and out of her. He moved deeper, slower, and then faster, before he added another finger.

“You feel heavenly.”

Why did he have to keep saying such scandalous things?

She writhed, uncertain of the unfamiliar terrain they were traversing even as she felt pleasure build low in her belly. Her fingers dug into his hair when he nipped her pearl, and his fingers moved quicker in and out of her.

“Please,” she begged.

But she did not know what she was begging for—she could barely muffle the sounds escaping her throat with her hands.

Eveline sincerely hoped no one in the house had strayed to the library or overheard them, but she was starting not to care. Not when it was increasingly difficult to make any rational decision, with him exploring her body so intimately.

The ball of pleasure in her belly grew and grew till she was clawing at his shoulders, and then the world exploded as pleasure greater than anything she thought she could feel crashed over her. It was beautiful and overwhelming, but she would not have wanted to be anywhere else.

She felt more than saw him chuckle against her skin as he rose to his feet, holding her as she swayed forward. Her legs were trembling with the aftershocks, as was the rest of her.

“Was that sufficient for you, wife?” William asked suddenly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

She could scarcely look up at him or move, considering she still felt drained, but she nodded, which caused him to chuckle deeply.

“We must leave now before we are discovered.”

“I feel exhausted,” she confessed.

“If you weren’t, I would have been disappointed in my abilities,” he teased. “I will help fix your dress.”

She nodded and let him lace up the stays of her dress, not bothering to ask how he knew how to do it so expertly. When he moved to fix her hair, she took over, feeling somewhat stronger. He let her but watched as she did so.

She allowed him to lead her past the hall to the carriage, falling asleep almost immediately after they began the journey back. When they arrived home, she was only shaken awake because he had lifted her into his arms.

“You do not have to carry me,” she protested. “I can walk on my own.”

“I know, but you seem to still be tired,” he rebutted. “I do not mind.”

She lowered her head, leaning back against his chest, and allowed the steady beating of his heart to lull her to a near-sleepy state.

“Did…” she trailed off. “Was tonight somewhat pleasing for you too? I know I did not do anything, but I…”

She sighed, not knowing how to phrase her question. In as much as she had felt satisfied, she feared that he had not felt the same. She wasn’t unaware of what should happen between a man and woman, and since that had not happened, she did not doubt that he was not satiated.

He opened the door to her chambers without answering her question and lowered her onto her bed gently.

“You should not ask such questions,” he chided with a chuckle.

She frowned, sitting up. “I was only curious.”

He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I have never tasted anything as sweet as you,” he whispered in her ear. “Now, my waking and sleeping moments will be haunted by you.”

With that said, he stepped out of her chambers, leaving her with her face aflame and her confidence boosted.

She had always feared that her husband would not find delight in her because she wasn’t a classic beauty, but now that he seemed pleased with her, she couldn’t help but smile brightly.

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