Page 41 of Wicked Is the Duke
She blushed. Intimate marital acts were quite pleasing even if marriage wasn't all about bedding. Anna knew it was a good foundation to any marriage.
When she entered the main room, she found Henry standing at the window, gazing out at the water. Hearing her, he turned and smiled at her. He had changed into something new. "I thought we might go for a walk to the shore before it becomes dark," he said. "Afterwards, we can dine."
"You read my mind, Your Grace. I was hoping for a walk."
"Come, before we lose the light," he murmured.
He took her hand as he led her down the path towards the water's edge. Dusk was setting in, but the beauty of her surroundings rendered Anna speechless. No wonder Henry liked coming here. It was as though they were in another place, far from his estate.
They walked slowly along the shore, the water lapping up at their feet. "This has been a remarkable day. I'll never forget it, ever." she said, looking across the small lake.
"Nor will I," he whispered.
She sighed. "This was a wonderful idea, Henry. I look forward to spending a lot more time here."
"Our time's far from over. We have two more days before we must return."
She smiled. "Two days, what shall we do?"
He drew her closer. "I have much in mind. We may not venture out of the bed much these next two days."
"Your Grace!"
He bent his head, and her mouth opened. His hands moved down to her hips.
She let her head fall back as she moaned.
"I want you again," he growled. "I would very much like to carry you back to bed and make love to you."
"Please.”
He shook his head. "We need to give you time to heal. Tomorrow will be soon enough. "Come, I have an idea," he said casually as he led her back to the cottage.
Dusk was now almost night, making it difficult to see. The house was lit with candles, glowing in the dark of the forest.
She followed as he led her into the cottage. Henry stopped near the dining table situated in front of the windows. He lifted her skirts, and with one hand, his fingers were caressing her intimately.
Her hands clenched his forearms. Her mouth opened, but no sound escaped.
"Do you like this, Anna?" he asked.
All she could do was nod; words escaped her.
"You're mine," he whispered.
She buried her face in his waistcoat. The fabric smelled of Henry, his skin, his soap, everything that reminded her of him.
He bent over her, one arm around her back, as he pushed two broad fingers into her swollen flesh.
An orgasm ripped through her, causing her to cry out and shudder.
"That's it, my love. Let it go. I have you."
She barely heard him as she clung to him, her mind reeling from pleasure. He growled her name as his fingers slid further in.
"Again," he commanded as his palm rubbed her most sensitive part, his fingers sliding out, then thrusting in hard.
She nodded as she cried out. She gasped as he continued relentlessly. He owned her body. He kissed her again. She was lost in his touch, rocking against his hand. She started to move in circles until her cries were swallowed by his mouth as her body jerked.
