Page 94 of A Duchess to Reclaim

“There is something so devilishly arousing about you firing a pistol,” Dominic confessed, pulling her deeper into the library. “Especially since you are so good at it.”

Amelia’s sultry smile widened as she let her husband lead her to a more private space.

“Is that so?” She mused, “Perhaps we should practice more often then.”

“We certainly should,” Dominic replied, then whirled around to capture her again.

Heat poured through her body as Dominic pressed her close and lavished kisses and soft bites to her neck. Wanting him just as much as he wanted her, Amelia’s hands went to his trousers, tugging the hem of his shirt away. She smiled with satisfaction as he pulled it away and she saw the evidence of her hunger from the night before. Thin red trails her nails had left. If he turned, she’d find the same on his back.

As if he knew what she was smiling at, he untied her corset, and placed gentle kisses over the bite and suckling marks he’d left on her breasts.

His. Hers. Theirs.

They owned one another wholly, and the marks of their possessiveness covered them both.

Their lovemaking was quick and savage as Dominic held Amelia against the fastened bookshelves, and as they both orgasmed, their teeth left imprints in one another’s flesh. Dominic’s on her neck; hers on his shoulder.

“You shall have to run up to your room to retrieve a scarf for this,” Dominic said after, running gentle fingers over the fresh bruise. “I don’t believe your dress will cover it.”

On the makeshift bed of discarded clothes, Amelia smiled as she stretched by Dominic’s side, then draped an arm over his naked chest.

“Let them see,” she sighed. “It is not as if our friends are unaware of such decadent acts. You heard Everett. And Theo, though untested, is just as wild as he is. Or at least will be when she finds the proper gentleman to discover such things with.”

Dominic chuckled and nuzzled the top of her head.

“And what of Ophelia and Tristan?” He asked. “They are tad more…stringent.”

“Ophelia, perhaps, but I am not sure about Tristan. Everett and I have become good friends in this short time and he’s told me stories of what the four of you used to partake in.”

Amelia looked up in time to see Dominic grimace, and she let out a laugh.

“What? As if I did not already have my own suspicions? You came to the Masquerade with a mask, Dominic, it was obvious that you had been familiar with the place.”

“Still,” he grunted, “I would prefer he keep his mouth shut about such things.”

Amelia moved to lay body atop his and rested her cheek on her hands as she looked down at him.

“It does not bother me, you know. That you had a life before we fell in love. In a way it is sort of…comical, to know that theDevil’s Masqueradeserved both of us; even if that service was for different reasons.”

Dominic studied her face, a soft smile on his lips as he stroked gentle fingers through her hair.

“Hmmm?” She asked. “I know that face. What are you thinking, husband?”

“It is a radical idea,” he warned her.

“Interesting,” Amelia mused with a smile. “Tell, tell.”

Dominic’s smile grew seductive as his silver eyes flashed with heat.

“I know we made a promise to each other that we would not go back. But when we did so we were speaking of us going separately. What if…what if after we returned from Scotland we went together?”

Curiosity piqued within Amelia, followed by a burning trail of excitement. She’d never considered it before but such an idea was immediately compelling.

“What would we do there?” She asked, turning round to catch sight of her rosy buttocks, still sore from the spanking she’d received the night before.

“Not that,” Dominic assured her, chuckling, “That pleasure is for us alone. Besides, no one else but me deserves to hear those delicious sounds you make when my hand stings your flesh.”

Amelia’s cheeks flushed at his words and she leaned forward to kiss his lips. They had tried many things in the last month and a half they had been living together, and spankings were just many new favorites.

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