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Not being able to see anything at all made her feelings all the more intense – his touches burning hotter and his tongue seemingly heavier with each stroke.
“It must be a sin,” she heard her husband say, her back arching as his tongue plunged in deep and he sucked, “To taste this sweet.”
Her hands found his hair again as he inserted a finger into her, this time not to push him away but to hold onto him as she fell off the edge into the abyss. The pleasure rolled off her in waves and her thighs clamped around his head.
Julian didn’t protest or scold her, but simply continued to pet her and mouth at her until she whined and tried to wriggle away.
“Good,” he praised when her thighs released their hold on him, reaching up to take off her blindfold. “You have done well. I am very proud of you.”
His kisses were slow then, almost lazy and lingering, feeling like a reward and she relished in each and every one of them. Julian held her close afterwards, unwilling to have her slip away like she did the last time they had been… intimate.
But as she fell asleep in his arms, he couldn’t help but realize that he had been acting strangely around his wife. And he had no clue as to why.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Breakfast has been served, Your Grace.”
Anna nodded and waved Ellen away, seeking a moment more to gather her thoughts.
She couldn’t bear to face her husband just yet, not without begging the flush in her cheeks to dissipate. Anna could never seem to control herself around her husband anymore, constantly overcome with filthy thoughts of what she wished he would do to her, how she desired to be claimed and it was starting to become rather bothersome.
Eventually, she worked up enough courage to leave her room, giving one lady precautionary glance at her reflection, satisfied with how she looked.
She had never thought of dressing up with her husband in mind, but she could scarcely forget the sweet nothings he had whispering into her ear while she was on the brink of fallingasleep. And it made her want to stand proudly — or shyly — as the vision he had told her she was.
Her efforts were rewarded when she walked into the dining hall and his gaze snapped to her immediately, his eyes instantly tinged with hints of shock and delight.
“My, my, duchess,” he murmured, his voice sounding like a purr to her ears. “What an honor it is to have you join me this morning.”
Anna fought the urge to curse at her existence as she settled down in a chair that faced his, just then realizing that she seemed to always be nervous in his presence.
“Good morning, Your Grace.” Anna greeted cordially.
“Surely, we’ve gotten past such bland formalities by now. Have we not, wife?” Julian teased; his lips pulled into a self-satisfied smirk.
Anna’s hands twitched over the silverware and she sighed.
“If you insist, husband.”
Julian shrugged, as though he knew there was no point pushing to attain anything more than what she had given.
“Good morning, duchess. Did you sleep well?”
Anna had just taken a sip of tea then and choked on the liquid, coughing into a napkin.
She had woken up alone, feeling strangely satisfied and still somehow in need of more of what her husband seemed all too willing to give her. It had worked her up into a frenzy that had taken her a little while to overcome and pull herself together.
She could still vividly feel him mouthing at her like a starved animal, had dreamt of him taking her over the desk he had punished her on before, over and over until she had lost her voice from screaming his name.
And now, the man had the gall to ask her if she had slept well.
“Very well, thank you.” She expressed through gritted teeth.
“Lovely,” he smiled, wiping away a dollop of jam that dangled on the crust of his toast with a finger, then polishing it off with a swipe of his tongue.
Anna swallowed, suddenly feeling hot.
“You… you talk a lot about propriety and yet, you have no qualms being so vulgar – at breakfast of all places,” she complained, feeling petulant and childish.
