Page 87 of The Duke and the Scarred Bride

She threw her head back and laughed, and he decided right then that it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“I love hearing you laugh,” he confessed.

“Really?” she asked.

“Indeed,” he said, running his nose down her neck. “It is just one more beautiful sound you make.”

“Is that so?” she breathed, tilting her head back. “What other sounds do you find beautiful?”

He cocked an eyebrow at her question and grinned. She learned really quickly.

“I like the sound you make when I kiss your neck.”

That statement was followed by the corresponding action.

“And the sound you make when I palm your very beautiful breasts.”

She gasped when his hands did so, and he smiled. He really did like that sound.

“And the sound you make when I slide inside you.”

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid up her thigh to her core. She was already drenched for him.

Percival felt his member twitch in anticipation, but he didn’t want to frighten her if she wasn’t ready. He wouldn’t blame her, considering the ordeal she had been through.

“You say the naughtiest things,” she gasped as his finger slid inside her.

“Hmm.”

He continued teasing her till she started riding his fingers. He groaned as with each movement of her hips, she ground against his straining member, and if he didn’t move her, he would spill his seed in his breeches.

He sensed her getting closer to her peak and pumped his fingers into her, holding her as she screamed out her pleasure.

He really did love that sound.

She fell limply against him, and he lifted her, moving her to her bed so she could sleep comfortably. He brushed her hair from her face and pulled the blanket over her.

Her breaths were deep and slow, causing him to smile at how quickly she had fallen asleep. He, too, felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him, and he rose to return to his chambers. Hopefully, he would be able to have a couple of hours of sleep before the nightmares came.

“Don’t leave,” she begged, gripping his arm suddenly.

He paused and slid back into her bed.

“I thought you were asleep,” he murmured, wrapping the blanket tighter around her.

“I was, but I felt you move.” She pouted. “Must you go? I would feel safer if you were here beside me.”

He wanted to refuse, but seeing the fear in her eyes, he pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “You should sleep, Louisa.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” he asked worriedly. “Are you afraid you’ll have nightmares?”

She shook her head. “There is an uncomfortable heat in my sex,” she whined.

“Louisa,” he warned. “I do not want to exhaust you.”

“Please, husband,” she begged, running her hands over his chest.

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