Page 84 of The Duke and the Hellion Bride

“Yes?” he moaned between those kisses.

“I want you inside of me.” She thought of his lips between her legs. She thought of her mouth around his member. She thought of all they could do and all they would do, in time. But under the current circumstances, there was just the one thing she wanted. Needed. That which she had thought she’d never have again. “Now.”

Magnus did not need telling twice.

It was different this time to the last. She was no longer the inexperienced girl she had been. She was no longer waiting for his command. As Magnus pulled back, Diana hoisted up the skirt of her own dress, spread her own legs, wrapped them around him without bothering to see what he was going to do.

Magnus’ eyes lit up eagerly, sensing the new power dynamic, not at all complaining as her thighs squeezed him and pulled her toward him.

“Someone is eager,” he chuckled as he found himself on his knees, getting ready to enter her.

“You have no idea...”

It started slowly as it did before. Magnus, gently pressing the end of his manhood between her thighs, into her, entering her carefully so as not to hurt her. Inch by inch, he pushed himself deeper, this time Diana welcoming him as she felt him fill her. She closed her eyes, clenched her jaw, breathed in deeply as he pushed himself all the way...

“Yes...” she moaned once she had him. “Now, Magnus... harder.”

Magnus began to thrust. Hard, deep, long, firm. He did not work up to it as last time. He did not try and move to her breathing. He ravished her, made her his, and she was only too happy to be treated like this.

Soon, Diana found herself wanting more. This wasn’t going to be enough. She wasn’t shy like last time. She wasn’t nervous. Sensing the moment, Diana pulled herself back.

“Wh --” Magnus gasped.

“On your back, thank you,” Diana said. She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to argue. “Is that a problem?”

To that, Magnus’ response was to do exactly as asked.

Diana sat on her husband, guiding him inside of her, taking every inch of him until she was pressed firmly against his body. Then, not knowing what she was doing but somehow knowing it was right, she began to grind her hips, back and forth. She began to raise them, up and down. She moved to her own pleasure. She moved to her husband’s. She gripped him by the chest and had her way with him however she felt.

That she was able to do this was a sign of how far the two had come.

They were no longer strangers. They were no longer unsure of what they were or what they wanted. What they wanted, Diana realized as she rode Magnus, wasn’t about marriage or the future or what might be. What they wanted was, in many ways, the simplest of things. They wanted one another.

What would come would come. The difficulties they would face, the challenges, the fights and arguments, the second guessing, the typical troubles married couples were known to experience. They could not avoid that, nor should they. Because none of it mattered, and none of it could break them, so long as they held true to the love that they both felt. That was why their marriage would work.

It had started as a marriage of convenience. It had transformed into a marriage of passion. And now it was a marriage of two souls destined to be together because apart they simply could not exist. That’s what this marriage was.

And as Diana felt herself about to explode, as she felt her husband about to do the same, she met his eyes and held them, he did not blink, the determination she saw in them, the love, told her that he was on the same page as she. For that reason alone, she knew that happiness was what waited for her.

After all, wasn't that what marriage is all about?

Epilogue

SIX MONTHS LATER

“We are going to be late!” Diana cried from the foyer. “Magnus! Will you please hurry up!”

“I told you, I am coming!” his voice echoed from upstairs.

“Not fast enough,” Diana said, but only loud enough so that Josephine and Adeline could hear her. They too stood waiting, and both erupted into a fit of giggles to hear their uncle mocked. “Honestly, what is he doing up there?” she said in a huff as Magnus still refused to show.

“Trying on another dress, most likely,” Josephine joked.

Diana smirked. “So long as it is not one of my own. I don’t need him tearing it.”

It was a few minutes later when Magnus finally appeared at the top of the steps, dressed smartly, obviously not in a gown of any sort. “Ready,” he announced as he started down the staircase.

“Will you get a move on!” Diana snapped. “We were going to be late, but now we certainly are.”

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