Page 80 of A Bride for the Wicked Duke

“I will let you know,” Aurelia cried loudly, gasping and grabbing onto the table. Then she grimaced and touched her stomach as if sick. “But do not be surprised if I retire to bed early.”

“And on your wedding day,” her mother said. “But if you are feeling unwell, there is no sense fighting it.”

Gerald stroked Aurelia’s face lovingly with his spare hand, offering her a coy wink as his fingers continued to work their magic. She tried to glare at him, warning him off what he was doing.But dammit I don’t want him to stop…

They played the next hour tactfully. Gerald removed his fingers, not wanting to cause a scene, but was sure to then begin around the ballroom and inform everyone of Aurelia’s sudden illness, warning them that soon they might be required to call it a day. And once he did, each guest came to her and offered her their congratulations, while checking that she was well and wishing her the best.

Aurelia stayed where she was, doing her best to look taken with illness, her mind well and truly still on Gerald’s most wicked fingers and what else he would be doing with them, once they were alone.

It was a little over an hour after Aurelia’s mother had brought her cake that the last of the guests left. As soon as they did, Gerald took Aurelia by the hand and led her to the bedroom. He was even more eager than she was and no sooner was she through the door did he close it shut and then lock it.

“Expecting company?” she joked.

“Best to be safe…” He went to her, taking her head in his hands. “I do not expect to leave this room for some days, and I would hate to be disturbed.”

“Some days?” she gasped playfully.

“If I have my way, then yes.” He moved to kiss her, but she pulled back.

“Gerald…” She met his eyes, making sure he was looking into hers. “I just want you to know…” She smiled and laughed at how silly she felt saying it. “I love you. I hope you know that.”

“I am tempted to make a joke.”

“Please do not.”

He kissed her on the forehead. “I love you to, Aurelia. My only regret is that I did not realize it sooner. Although I prefer to see the positive.”

“And what positive is that?”

He grinned and his eyes flashed. “That now I have a chance to make up for lost time.” And that was when he kissed her.

She kissed him back. Fully. On the lips. His hands holding her face like he might never let her go. Her hands reaching for the back of his head, pulling him in as close as she could, refusing to consider the possibility he might wish to pull away. Their lips opened and their tongues played, explored, lapped and licked and sucked without remorse.

It occurred to Aurelia then that she should be nervous. This was, after all, her first time, and she didn’t know what to expect. But those nerves did not arrive, and she knew that was because of whom it was that she was with.My husband, is who. Never has anything felt more right than this, so what need is there to be nervous?

Still kissing her, Gerald lead Aurelia toward the bed. It hit the back of her knees, and she fell onto her back so that Gerald could mount her. His strong body pressed on her, his mouth moving from her lips to her neck. He began to suck and nibble and every time she felt him a prickle of pleasure erupted from her.

His hands became busy. Grabbing her thighs and then her waist. Moving to her bosom. He found the top of her dress and let forth a roar as he tore it open; her breasts spilled out and he gorged on them.

“Oh…” she moaned as his lips wrapped her nipples and sucked. “Gerald… that is… oh…” Her nipples turned stiff in his mouth and still he continued to suck.

On instinct, Aurelia’s hands moved to Gerald’s pants. His crotch was pressed into her, but he arched it up, giving her room to hastily undo the front. Already, she could feel hard stiff he was, the way that he pulsed and throbbed and she remembered the last time her hands had been here and that made her salivate.

“Tell me what you want,” Gerald growled as he kissed up her neck and began to suck her earlobe.

“You need instruction?”

“No,” he said, moving then to her neck again. His wet lips sucked and his tongue licked her and she moaned from the waves of pleasure which rippled across her body. “I just want you to have it all.”

“It all?”

He snapped his head up and looked at her. There was a fire in his eyes. The hunger that she recognized. Oh, how he wanted her. If she could not feel it in the way his manhood begged to be released, it was in those eyes. “Whatever your heart desires,” he purred. “That is what I want to give you.”

She flashed her eyes at him. “What do I want…” Slowly, her hand reached into his pants and wrapped his engorged member. He stiffened and she squeezed, delighting in the way his body reacted. “All I want Gerald, right now and forever…” She squeezed again and he groaned. “Is you.”

And that was what he gave her. Oh, how he did.

Gerald was quick to remove his pants and then his shirt. His muscular body glistened with sweat, the hairs on his chest matted and thick. She ran her hands through them, delighting in the feel of the hair through her fingers. But more than that, her eyes strayed south to his manhood which stuck out, throbbing and hard and dripping because he was that aroused by her.That I can have such an effect on him…

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