Page 77 of The Icy Duke Claims a Bride

She kissed him back passionately, whispering his name and running her hands over the planes of firm muscles and hot skin. There were happy tears in her eyes when Hugh finally hooked one of her legs over his hip and slid his shaft into her.

The penetration did not feel as deep in this position as some of the others Hugh had introduced her to, but the sensations were intensely intimate. Their eyes locked with the surging of their bodies, and Catherine caressed his scarred face repeatedly with the same rhythm.

“I see you,” she whispered. “I see all of you, and I want all of you, Hugh.”

“Yes!” he groaned. “You have all of me. Take all of me.”

Rolling Catherine to her back now, Hugh thrust deeper into her and remained there, grinding his hips into her and rubbing against her as their tongues dueled.

“Hugh,” she moaned again. “That feels so good. So good…”

Stretched and tingling with pleasure, Catherine tumbled off that peak. She heard Hugh’s low groans and felt him throbbing inside her as he filled her with his seed.

“I love you,” he murmured a few moments later, his body a warm, pleasant weight on hers. “I see all of you too, you know, Catherine.”

“I see your scars, and you see mine,” Catherine replied. “There’s nothing to hide.”

Rolling onto their sides, the Duke and Duchess of Redbridge looked into one another’s eyes and smiled at all that they saw.

The End?

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