Page 38 of Wicked Is the Duke
Chapter Thirteen
The cottage was intoxicating, filled with fresh cut flowers. A chilled bottle of champagne had been placed on a side table with two crystal glasses. It was the perfect place to spend their wedding night.
Blackmont watched silently as his bride went from room to room. She began pulling out her hairpins until her dark hair fell around her shoulders. His cock throbbed at the sight. He would like nothing better than to begin unbuttoning her gown, baring her creamy flesh which no other man would ever see.
"This is beautiful, Henry. Your staff outdid themselves."
He closed the gap between them, his arms around her waist as he leaned over and kissed her. She made him feel things he'd never felt with other women. She brought out his baser instincts. Especially now. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her cheeks flushed.
"It gave my mother the privacy they craved. My mother could be free here, be her own person. Here she was not a duchess, just a mere woman who was madly in love with her husband."
Anna stood on her toes and pressed a kiss on his lips. "I think we'll make good use of this place."
His cock was pressed against her leg. He was harder than he ever remembered being before. Looking down at her swollen lips and bright eyes made the ache in his cock deepen.
He wanted to make love to her right now, just as she was. "Would you like to change?" he rasped.
"I would like to remove my gown I need help with all these buttons in the back."
Slowly he unbuttoned her gown, one torturous button at a time. Her hair was tossed over one shoulder to give him access. He lifted the gown off her shoulders, letting it fall and pool at her feet. "My God, you're exquisite."
She smiled at him.
He stroked her cheek, fighting the lust that pumped through his veins. He took her hand and led her to the bed. Lifting her onto the mattress, he began to divest himself. Anna sat up and began removing her undergarments. He watched as her breasts swayed, and something primal rose in his gut. Seeing her naked in the daylight for the first time stirred his most primal urges.
"Henry? What is it?"
He moved onto the bed, and his weight settled onto her. It felt right; they felt right. "Nothing. I realized I have never seen my wife naked before. At least not in broad daylight," he said hoarsely.
She curled her arms around his neck. "And I haven't seen my husband naked in the daylight."
The thought made him grin. He leaned down to kiss her; a fire burned down his limbs. He ran a hand across her stomach and watched as she shivered at his touch. He bent to taste her breasts, his tongue flicking the curves.
"Do you like that?"
She moaned, which made him harder. He suckled her and listened at how her breathing changed, became quicker. He trailed his kisses to her stomach, then lower. She didn't move, but he noticed her eyes widen.
Anna lay beneath him. Everything about her pleased him, and he found it took every ounce of self-control to not spread those long legs wide and bury himself deep inside her.
He kissed his way down to the apex between her legs. "Henry! What are you doing?"
Stroking his tongue over her pink flesh, he felt her freeze. He licked again. She squealed in pleasure. "Do you like this?" he whispered. Her legs twisted under him, and her hands clenched his hair. She was holding him in place, not pushing him away.
He blew gently against her cunny, and she let out a squeal. "Don't you dare stop, Henry."
Henry didn't want her to think of anything. Not now. He wanted her to enjoy the moment. His finger breached her most intimate spot. His balls tightened as she moaned. Slowly he caressed her, watching her as she made panting noises and bit down on her lip. Her hips began moving, and her hands tightened on his forearms.
"Henry, please," she whispered.
As hard and aching as he was, he waited. Finally, she cried out, her fingernails digging into his skin as the waves of pleasure jerked her body against his. He muffled her cries with his mouth, as his body lay heavy on hers. He could feel every shudder of her body beneath him.
