Page 40 of Wicked Is the Duke
She threw her head back as he felt her body go rigid.
He let out a grunt with one last thrust. His balls tightened as he gave her everything. It was as though he'd been struck on the head. Finally, he lifted his face and discovered he was still braced on his elbows.
He withdrew and slipped to the side, pulling her head onto his arm. She hadn't said a word, and when he looked down, she was cuddled against his shoulder. She was asleep. Peacefully asleep, fingers spread across his chest.
What he and Anna had done together was unlike the genial intercourse he'd shared with his mistress. He pushed the memories out of his head. That was in the past, where it would stay.
He lay awake for hours, watching her sleep, looking at the curves of her body. In a matter of hours, his entire world had shifted.
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Anna woke a few hourslater. Next to her Henry lay peacefully sleeping, his chest rising then falling as he breathed. She looked around the room. From the position of the sun, it was late in the afternoon.
She stretched and felt her body rebel from soreness. She shifted to the edge of the bed and slid off. She reached for a sheet, now in a pile on the floor and wrapped it around her. Walking from the bedroom, she wandered to the main living area. Her marriage bed was going to be satisfying and adventurous. Henry had done things to her she hadn't known were possible. She felt herself blush.
Remembering their meals would be left at the back door, she moved in that direction, trailing the sheet with her. She found a large basket sitting just outside the door. She moved closer and lifted the basket. As she did, the sheet fell to the floor.
She placed the basket on the kitchen table, and as she bent to retrieve the wayward sheet, she caught a glimpse of her husband.
He closed the gap, bent his head, and kissed her fiercely. "Are you sore?"
"No," she whispered. It wasn't true, not entirely. Her desire to have him again made her feel tingly. She arched her throat so he could kiss her.
"I'm going to take you," he growled.
He cupped her left breast with one hand and with the other, spread her thighs apart. "You're wet with my seed," he murmured. His fingers slid between her legs, stroking her gently.
She cried out as he thrust into tender flesh.
"I love the way you respond to me," he said, his lips nuzzling her ear. "You're so tight and hot."
Her spine arched as he slipped deeper inside her.
"Yes, that's it, my love," he said, reaching down with one hand and pulling her leg higher. He pushed forward. There was something about the angle that changed everything.
Her hands slid down, rounding his muscled buttocks, hanging onto him. She felt embraced by his strength.
He began thrusting faster, harder. "You're amazing, Anna."
She moaned as his hand caressed her hip, pulling her a little higher. The move created another kind of pleasure.
Her body flushed as she cried out his name. "Henry!"
He shouted her name, his chest heaving from his release.
"Ow," she whispered as he withdrew from her. It stung more than before.
"What's wrong?" he whispered.
"I'm a bit sore."
"You should have told me. I don't want to hurt you."
Her face flushed. "I didn't want you to stop."
He glanced around the kitchen. "I'll heat some water for a bath."
She giggled at the thought and watched her handsome husband as he stoked the fire and placed a pot full of water on top of the flame.
