Page 84 of The Duchess' Replacement

She shook her head as she looked up at him. She reached down to her belt and took it off. She turned around on the bed and her slender arms gathered her hair to hold it off of her neck. She looked over her shoulder at him and nodded.

His fingers pulled at each button down her back, his control unraveled with each undone button. His mouth ran dry as the falling material of her dress revealed more of her milky white skin. He let his finger trail down her spine and his body hummed at her quivering response.

Once the dress was completely unbuttoned he helped her out of it. He rolled down her stockings and removed her slippers, letting them hit the floor next to the bed.

She turned on the bed and sat, completely naked in front of him. She wasn’t trying to hide her body this time. She looked confident, ready and it couldn’t be more of a turn on for him.

He took off his shirt and watched her eyes drink him in. He reached down to his trousers and pulled them off, shucking his boots along with them.

Charles stood to his full height in front of her, gripping his painfully hard cock in his hand.

Her eyes widened as her tongue darted out to swipe her bottom lip.

“I’ve lost track of all the wrongs you’ve committed these past few days, darling.”

Sarah tilted her head, her blonde hair catching the moonlight. She stuck out her bottom lip. “Really? I don’t think I was anything less than the perfect, obedient wife.”

Charles hissed as his hand gripped his cock tighter. He clucked his tongue. “And now we’re lying? That does not sound like an obedient wife.”

Her giggle reached through his chest and grabbed a hold of his heart. What was this woman doing to him? If he wasn’t careful he would end up giving away more than he bargained for.

Sarah breathing shuttered as she looked up at her husband. Her eyes were focused on his hand that was slowly gliding up and down his length. The outside world seemed to disappear around her. There were no voices in her head, no worries consuming her mind, no mysteries to solve. Here, in this moment, it was only him and her.

A familiar feeling had settled deep within her. Her body relaxed against his bed as it dipped under his weight as he climbed over her.

“I won’t promise to go gentle, Sarah.” His voice rumbled.

“I’m not scared.” Her voice was steady and even. She didn’t know whether to be more proud of the fact that she sounded ready or that she truly was ready. She wanted this, she needed this. But more importantly, she needed him. She needed this one last connection to make her his, unequivocally. There would be no denying her now.

They would be one, forever, and ever, amen.

Her heart swelled at the thought. She belonged here, she could feel it deep in her bones. She looked up into his hungry eyes and knew that on some level he knew it, too. He would just take more convincing.

She smiled to herself.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked.

Sarah shook her head. “Nothing. Everything. You, me, us. I’m ready.”

Charles nodded. “Let me be the judge of that.”

He shifted his weight so his body laid next to hers. He reached below and cupped her sex. “Mmm, I love how responsive you are to me. So very wet.”

Charles licked his lips then began to leave hot open-mouthed kisses down her body. He ended his journey at the apex between her thighs.

She pushed her pelvis towards him. She knew what she wanted and where she wanted him.

He tsked. “Such a greedy girl, aren’t we?”

Sarah whimpered in distress. Her legs clenched around him, hoping to bring the friction she so desperately needed.

“Please, Charles. I need you. Please touch me.” She pleaded.

Charles’s mouth hummed against her causing her back to arch in pleasure. “I like it when you beg.”

His tongue darted out and licked her center pulling moan from her lips. He began to swirl, flick and lick until her legs were shaking against his head.

“It’s too much.” She tried scooting away but he clamped his arms down on her weak legs.

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