Page 74 of A Duchess to Unravel
“My beautiful Theo,” Alistair groaned as he rose to his knees, placing her limp legs over his shoulders, “My wicked little kitten.”
Theo smiled despite her spinning mind, feeling delirious and sated and still oh-so-full as Alistair drew closer to his own release.
“Yours,” she purred, not fully recognizing her own words. “All yours, Your Grace. “For now. Forever.”
Alistair’s groan of release was both guttural and feral, more beast than man as she felt him swell to an almost impossible size within her, then he released. Theo moaned softly as she felt pump after pump of his seed shoot into her, reveling in some primal, instinctual way that made her feel proud of what she’d been able to help him accomplish.
“Oh, God,” Alistair panted as he finished. He fell heavily, but didn’t let a single ounce of his weight touch her; instead he braced himself on his forearms, quivering for a moment, before he rolled to his side, panting and trembling from the intensity of his release.
Theo stretched, starting to feel a soreness in her womb, and though she was not sure where she was going, she tried to get up. Before she could, Alistair’s heavily muscled arm was banded around her, and she giggled as she felt him drag her to his chest.
“Where do ye think you are going?” He murmured, nuzzling his chin into the top of her head as she burrowed into his chest.
“I don’t know,” she panted, “My mind is not working as it should. I-- do not know what to do.”
She laughed weakly at her own confession, and it made her heart throb and swell as Alistair let loose a weak, breathy laugh as well.
“Here,” he whispered, placing soft kisses in her hair as stroked his fingers lazily down her back. “Ye will stay right here.”
“How do ye feel?” Alistair asked.
In his arms, cheek pressed against his chest, Theo let a sound of content that hit him sharply in the heart.
“Warm,” she yawned, snuggling into him. “Happy.”
Alistair chuckled, scooped up some water from their bath, and let it trickle over her back. He was mesmerized by her body. By the way her spine curved down to her plump cheeks; by the small dimples that rested just above them. He could feel her bare breasts and abdomen pressed tightly into him, as if she were afraid the water would carry her too far away from him.
He couldn’t help it he wound his arms tightly around her and snuggled into her; loving the way she felt against him. She was a perfect fit.
“Are you very sore?” He asked her.
He felt her shake her head.
“Not so much anymore,” she replied, her tone sleepy, “The water helps.” She laughed softly and curled tighter around him, making his heart leap in his chest.
“What?” he laughed.
“I have always loved long baths, but I never knew how much better they could be with another person.” She replied.
Neither could he. He’d bathed with a woman before. Or rather, he’d been serviced by women while he’d been in the bath. But this? With Theo? It was heavenly. His body had never been so sated. So relaxed that even his mind was unable to wonder very far past the present.
“Alistair?”
“Hmm?” he rumbled, reaching up to stroke her hair.
“What language are you speaking?”
He drew her up so he could look into her eyes and gave her a questioning look. Theo’s cheeks flushed pink, and she cast her eyes down as she murmured, “never mind.”
“No, no,” he goaded, turning her around so her back came to his chest, “What are you speaking of? What language?”
Theo was silent a moment as she fiddled with the fingers of his hand.
“Sometimes when you are being … passionate, you speak another language. Not English. Your Scottish brogue sets in deeper, as if you are becoming someone else.”
A smile twitched on Alistair’s lips as he wrapped his fingers around Theo’s exploring hand and brought it to his lips.
“It’s Scottish Gaelic,” he told her, running her fingertips over his lips. “My apologies. I didnae even realize I was doing it.”
