Page 28 of Wicked Is the Duke
She walked around the rooms one last time before joining Blackmont by the door. "I'm ready," she replied. "Thank you for showing me my rooms."
"My pleasure. I hope you will be comfortable in your new home. Feel free to make any changes you see fit. Especially in your rooms."
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He slid his arms aroundher waist as he came up behind her and nuzzled her hair, breathing in the intoxicating scent of lemons and lavender. "If you wish, you may use the cottage. It is yours unless you'd like one of your own built."
He fluttered kisses along her neck, moving up to her jaw as her lips tilted up. She turned slowly as he tightened his arms around her. "I think this one is more than sufficient. I can even see us both spending much time here during the summer, don't you?"
Henry was intrigued by her idea. "An excellent idea, my love."
He found her lips and began to kiss her. She opened to him, their tongues mating as they discovered each other. Anna moaned, causing his already hard cock to harden even more. "Anna..."
Small, perfect fingers slid up over his shirt. "Yes?"
Suddenly he wondered if she even knew what he started. He held her hands still. "I want you, Anna. Do you know what that means?"
Her cheeks flushed pink. "I do. You would like to have marital relations with me now. Am I correct?"
Henry could barely contain himself. "Do you know what that entails?"
"Yes, I do. My aunt in Vienna was quite helpful explaining it to me. She also said that men help their brides through it."
Yes, he would teach her everything. "Yes, yes, I will."
"Kiss me again, Henry."
It was all he could do to not kiss every inch of skin she revealed. After sharing another deep, intimate kiss, he left soft feather kisses along her neck. When he reached her breasts, he thought he would die right there on the spot. Two full, creamy mounds with rosy nipples were waiting for him to feast on. He licked one beast, drawing the bud into his mouth as he palmed the other with his hand. Delectable was the only word to describe the taste of her skin.
Anna wiggled against him, moaning and pressing her breast against his mouth. She then tugged at his jacket. “Come, take this off. Everything off.”
He did not hesitate. His honor. Her honor. Neither was a match for their combined desire as he pushed her dress over her hips, where it fell in a pile at her feet. She stepped out of her clothes and removed her boots while he pulled off his own boots. She stared at him, unsure of what to do next. He drank her in. He reached out and skimmed his hand over her body. Soft like he knew she would be. “You are so beautiful, Anna.”
She flushed red, and he reminded himself she was an innocent, and he needed to go slow.
She placed her hands on his muscular chest and rubbed her thumb over the ripples of his muscles. “So are you.”
She moved her hand down his taut stomach until she reached the band of his breeches. He stood still as she unbuttoned the placket. His cock sprang out. She reached out and touched it, surprised by the softness of the skin.
Henry tensed, then picked her up and carried her to the bed. He captured her lips once again until he reached her breasts. When he drew her nipple into his mouth, a wave of heat flooded her between her legs. Her hips lifted as she writhed against him, looking for release. He placed the palm of his hand between her legs and rubbed. As he placed a finger inside her wet, heated passage, he whispered. “Let it go, sweet.”
She gasped, writhed against him until suddenly the dam shattered, and she went over the edge. Before she could recover, he plunged into her. She cried out as he stretched her, the pain sharp. He stopped, resting his forehead against hers. "Are you all right?"
"It hurt at first, but it's better."
He began to move again, slowly. Before she knew it, waves of pleasure ran through her. He plunged one final time before collapsing. He pulled a blanket over them. "Are you all right, my love?"
She was overcome with a sense of belonging. Their lovemaking had been everything she'd been told. And more. "I am more than well."
He kissed her temple and held her closer. "That is what I wanted to hear."
"Come," she said. "I'm starving. Let's unpack the basket and see what cook sent us this time."
"Excellent idea," he agreed.
"Hand me my chemise?" she asked.
He did as she asked, though he'd rather she remain naked.
