Page 83 of The Duchess' Replacement

Sarah’s knees almost buckled as she stood.

Nora turned to her. “All right. If you say so. I hope you both have a good night’s rest.”

Sarah quickly turned to walk out the door. She needed to remove herself before she ended up embarrassing herself in front of Nora.

She heard Charles mumble something to his sister as she exited the room and made her way to the steps.

A large hand grabbed around her waist and halted her on the last step.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His lips grazing her ear.

She wanted to squeal in delight, but she tampered it down. She looked over her shoulder and faked a yawn. “I told you, Your Grace. I’m awfully tired.”

His eyes darkened. “Are you telling me you didn’t do what I told you to do?”

She turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. On this step she was almost looking directly into his eyes. Almost.

“And what if I am?” She challenged.

A devilish grin spread across his face as he let out a little growl that caused Sarah to yelp and run down the hallway.

She could hear his heavy footsteps following behind her. Just as her hand landed on her room’s handle her body was snatched up and the world turned upside down.

“You’re fast, but I’m faster.” Charles said with a smack on her bottom.

He crossed the hall and opened the door to his room. He kicked the door close with his foot before tossing her onto the bed.

“Now. About that last rule of mine.”

Whatever he did in a past life time to get this woman to be his wife he was eternally grateful for. Never in a million years did he think he would find someone who saw past his size and particular tastes and stuck around.

He was sure after their first foray into the intimate side of their marriage she would have begged to run back to her family.

But not Sarah. She met him at every turn, wanting to learn more, needing to know more about what her body could do. It was not only refreshing to see a woman be curious about pleasure, but it was intoxicating. The more responsive her body was to his choices, the more he wanted to play.

Currently, she was looking up at him from his bed. Her legs spread wide, her hair falling out of the perfectly positioned pins, her face flush with excitement. Instinct was roaring inside of him to finally take her.

But his discipline had other plans.

He licked his lips. “As you know, we are at ten days.”

Sarah sat up onto her knees and leaned forward.

My God, she is crawling to me.

Charles had never seen a more beautiful sight. He tried to control his racing heart as he shook his head in disbelief. Where was this vixen his entire life? She had the etiquette and polite upbringing that was expected of her station but this salacious side of her called to his baser instincts.

He loosened his cravat with shaky hands. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to clear his head. He was usually the one causing shaking hands, not the other way around.

“Charles?” Sarah purred.

He opened his eyes to see her kneeling in front of him, her delicate hands on his cravat. She rose up onto her knees as she pulled him down. Her mouth covered his and she pushed her tongue in between his lips.

Her body was fire in his arms. His large hands expanded her back, which is exactly what he wanted. He wanted to consume this woman, be the only one she feels. He wanted her to feel him everywhere. She did not exist without him.

Her moans made his hardening length painful. He needed to be inside of her and soon.

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving them both panting. “I see you’re ready for this.”

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