Page 62 of A Bride for the Wicked Duke

Her eyes widened and she screamed with pleasure as his mouth wrapped themselves around the lips between her thighs. She stiffed and then began to spasm as his tongue licked between those lips, finding her pleasure center and working it as he had done the last time. Her heart seized in her chest, and it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming.

That was when she noticed where her face was positioned.

The duke’s manhood was right before her. Still erect. Still throbbing. Still dripping wet from when she had him in her mouth. Again, instinct took over and this time she did not hesitate.

The duke pleasured her with his mouth, and she did the same to him. Sitting on his face, he devoured her. He ate her as if it was his last meal. He licked and he sucked and he kissed her as if he could read her mind and her body. And she did the same back to him.

One hand was wrapped around the base of his member. The other rubbed his balls, which made his legs shake. And her mouth swallowed him whole, taking as much of him as she could, trying not to latch on or choke because the waves of pleasure which rolled through her body from what he was doing between her thighs made it impossible to concentrate.

And so it was, their last night together, and Aurelia and the duke used their mouths to full effect. No more talking. No more arguing. No more fighting. They pleasured one another fully before the dimming flames of the hearth, the sounds that escaped their bodies surely enough to wake the entire household.

As to how it ended? That came when Aurelia felt that same building sensation rise inside of her. She clamped her thighs tight around the duke’s face and began to suck him harder. A hand of his reached out and found the top of her head, holding her there. His leg began to shake. Her body began to vibrate. He began to growl. She began to moan. Both their bodies started to spasm as if they might explode. And that was when she felt it, the explosion, both in her body and in the duke’s.

She pulled back her head and cried out as her body gave way to untold waves of pleasure. The duke roared as his seed burst from his penis and coated her and the floor both. She hung onto his engorged member, writhing and spasming as he did the same. If one was to listen, it might have sounded painful. But to the two parties involved, nothing had ever felt so good.

When it was done, Aurelia’s energy spent, she rolled off the duke and collapsed on her back, breathing heavily, body so hot she thought she might catch fire. The duke crawled up beside her, panting as he fell down and wrapped an arm around her. For a second too, nothing mattered. He held her in silence and she lay there, head on his shoulder, pretending that they were both at peace and nothing could hurt them.

Only, that was a lie…

“This will not happen again,” the duke said finally.

She winced, even if she had expected the words. “I know it.”

“I am sorry, Aurelia. But it is for the best. You know that.”

“I do,” she said, meaning every word.

“I hope you find happiness with Lord Mildenhall.”

“I won’t,” she said, her heart cracking. “I won’t.”

What else could she say? What else could she do? She had come here to learn the truth of the duke’s feelings for her, a success she supposed, simply not the truth that she wanted. Oh sure, he clearly desired her. He clearlywantedher, as she wanted him. But that was all it was… and it would never be enough.

Was he lying to her? Was he lying to himself? She supposed that didn’t matter, because she realized now that no matter what might have happened or how he might have felt, he would never admit it. He was set in his mind and there would be no changing it. Aurelia’s only regret was that she hadn’t known this sooner.

Perhaps that is a good thing that this is where things end for us? At least now I can walk down the aisle no longer wondering if we might have been more.

When Aurelia had first stumbled into the duke’s office all those weeks ago, she had hated the man. Now, she loved him. Funny that a part of her wished she still hated him as she once had done. That, at least, would make this easy. But then again, from all she had heard of love and romance, nothing about it was ever easy.

Her final lesson, learned the hard way, as these things so often were.

ChapterTwenty-One

It was the following morning when Daniel returned home. This meant, of course, that today would be that when the proposal by Lord Mildenhall would be either accepted or declined.Laughable that Daniel might decline, and why I even bother to consider such a thing is beyond me.

Aurelia had not left her room once since she returned from the duke’s the previous evening. Not to bathe. Not to break her fast. Not to greet her brother as was expected of her. She remained in her bed, the curtains drawn closed, blankets pulled up, knees hugged to her chest to find self-comfort. She hoped that she might be taken for sick, and in so doing that Daniel might wait to speak with her. No such luck…

“Aurelia…” There was a gentle knock on the door and it cracked open. “Are you decent?”

She thought to deny him, but she stayed that notion because she did not wish for her brother or anybody to think that something was wrong. Like it or not, this wedding needed to happen, and to risk seeing it fall apart would be to risk seeing her family decimated.Eveline… for her, for them, I must be brave.

“I am,” she said softly, turning about in her bed as Daniel walked through the door. “Just a little tired, is all.”

“Perhaps if you let in some light.” Without asking, he walked across the room and threw back the curtains. A pale light shone across the room, stinging Aurelia’s eyes. Or perhaps that was from the tears she’d been withholding all night and morning? “There, much better.”

“Thank you,” she said meekly.

“A poor sleep last night?” Daniel asked as he crossed toward her bed, choosing to stand rather than sit. He was never one for comfort, her brother, which was why she knew there would be no point thinking that he might see the hesitation in her and think to deny this marriage.It would not cross his mind.

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