Page 60 of Three Nights with the Beastly Duke

Lavinia’s breath hitched, and her heartbeat quickened as Arthur began to slowly run his fingertips over her entire body, leaving a trail of erotic flames everywhere he touched. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she reached for his hand and slowly brought his fingers to her mouth, keeping her eyes on his as she sucked on them one by one.

“You are wickedly delightful, woman,” Arthur hissed, his arousal heightening.

“Would you have me any other way?” Lavinia teased, sliding herself back atop his hips.

“Never,” he promised.

They both let out a soft gasp as Lavinia lowered her hot, wet sheath down over Arthur’s pulsing cock. He filled her until there was no room for him left, and then she began to ride him. Both of Arthur’s hands went to Lavinia’s hips, guiding her body into the new position as they made love.

Though they tried to keep quiet at first, neither could hold back the sounds of pleasure as they reached their heightened point of ecstasy. They had attempted in earnest to move slowly, but their need for one another grew too great too fast, and within moments, they were both moving with intense fervor, desperate for one another.

Arthur relished the way Lavinia’s high, proud breasts swung as she rode him, how her perfect hips rocked back and forth over him deliciously. He knew at that moment that he would never want another woman like this again.

Time disappeared, and the world itself disappeared altogether then, and it didn’t resurface until both of them came, clinging to one another tightly as their orgasms erupted at the exact same time.

For several moments, they didn’t move, their bodies locked together in the middle as their mouths met in a deep kiss. Finally, when Arthur could catch his bearings, he cupped Lavinia’s face gently and pulled her back just enough so that he could look into her eyes.

“I’ll be ready for round two in just a few moments, my love,” he promised, grinning wolfishly.

Lavinia laughed softly, turning her head in his hands just enough so that she could kiss the inside of his palm.

“As will I, dear husband,” she replied, her eyes full of desire and love. “As will I.”

As Arthur’s body wrapped protectively around her, her thoughts traveled to the outcome of Timothy’s assault. It had been a harrowing experience, one that had given her nightmares for weeks. Thankfully, though, Arthur had been there to wake her every time, soothing her with whispers of reassurance and gentle strokes of his hands.

“Your mind has gone somewhere else,” Arthur murmured. He kissed her shoulder and ran his hand down her naked back. “I can tell by your breathing.”

Lavinia chuckled softly and turned in his arms, burrowing her head into his chest. There was no hiding from one another now—they knew each other too well.

“I’m just wondering what’s going to happen to Timothy,” she whispered. “And Emily. I don’t want her to die.”

“She won’t,” Arthur assured her quickly, pulling her even closer. “Remember what she told us? Her physician is very hopeful for a full recovery. And Archie hasn’t left her side since we delivered the news.”

Lavinia nodded, knowing it was true.

Emily had been devastated when Arthur, Archie, and Lavinia had gone to her with the news of Timothy. It was bad enough to discover her husband had attempted to kidnap Lavinia, but when she had discovered that he had been slowly poisoning her as well, she had sunk to the floor with grief, terrified that she was going to die.

Lavinia had hurried to the dear woman’s side, but it was Archie who had gotten to her first. He had held her like a big brother held a heartbroken younger sister, letting her sob as much as needed while Arthur had gone to fetch the physician. Through gritted teeth, he had offered to break into the jail and kill Timothy for her personally, which, surprisingly, had earned him a bitter laugh from her.

The Crown was still investigating Timothy, even though a full month had gone by, and Lavinia was fearful of what they might find. What if she hadn’t been the first woman Timothy had done this to? What if there were other victims of his obsessive love? And if so, where were they?

“As for Timothy, we shall never see him again,” Arthur assured her as if reading her thoughts. “No matter how long the investigation takes, I have it from high authority that he will be permanently exiled and will serve his punishment in the Americas.”

“Good,” Lavinia whispered, stroking her fingers over her belly.

She was grateful that her child would never have to meet the man who almost ruined everything, but mourned for the friend that she had once thought she had. Whatever happened to Timothy, she hoped he had the strength to change.

Not wanting to think of the tragedy anymore, Lavinia moved her hand and wrapped it tight around Arthur’s naked waist, pressing him to her as tight as she could. A rumbling of desire rippled through Arthur’s chest, and he captured her lips in a long, sensual kiss.

“Again?” she whispered into his lips, almost begging him.

“Yes, my love,” he whispered, his voice raw with need as he settled her beneath his hips. “Over and over again. It will never be enough.”

Lavinia gasped as she felt her husband’s hard cock slide into her wet, hot sheath. No,she thought, moving her hips with his, never enough.

The End?

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