Page 64 of The Scarred Duke's Bride
“You… can tell me to stop… at any time.”
She shook her head frantically while panting hard, her fingers finding their way into his hair, and pulling him down towards her. Their mouths met, smashing together like two pillows stuffed into a too-small space. He froze his hips, not moving further into her as they devoured each other’s mouths. Then she made a sound, needy yet demanding.
He began to push into her again, holding his breath, his eyes closed, and along-drawn-out groan escaped him. She squeaked, jerking a bit and grimacing as he came upon some resistance. He paused, looking into her eyes, and he snaked a hand between them and rubbed at her nub with his thumb. She squealed loudly and arched up, inadvertently pushing him past the barrier and all the way into her so that his balls were nestled against her entrance.
He blew out his breath, panting hard as he tried to keep still and let her get used to him. She was panting as well, eyes closed, and clutching tight to him.
“Freya?”
“I’m fine. You can…continue.”
Slowly, he pulled out of her and then drove back in. She cried out but also widened her legs to give him more room. Hastening his pace, he pulled out and thrust into her again. Faster and faster, losing himself in the warm, wet, tightness of her most secret place.
She whimpered and cried out, her body undulating in encouragement. His movements became more frantic and erratic as he lost his rhythm to passion.
“Freya,” he cried out, throwing his head back, his back arching, legs shaking as he emptied himself inside of her. With a long-drawn-out groan, he slowly pulled himself out and then shuffled backward, taking Freya’s legs and lifting them high over his shoulders.
She squealed in shock and then screamed as he put his tongue to work, licking at her wetness and suckling her nub. He used his fingers to rub at her flesh as well. Pretty soon she was wailing and moaning as her hips jumped about in his arms, and with a prolonged scream, she collapsed on the bed in an untidy, boneless heap.
He sat up, grinning down at her as she panted, her entire body flushed, her eyes glazed. “Are you satisfied?” he asked. “Or do you need more?”
She lifted her head, staring at him in disbelief. “More?”
“If your body is still hungry.”
Her eyes grew thoughtful and considering. “How would I know if I was still hungry?”
“You would be filled with need and want rather than satisfaction.”
“Hmm…but what if…I feel replete but also…”
“Eager for more?” he finished for her.
She nodded, blushing. “Yes?”
He grinned. “Then I have done my job. Never fear, we shall do this again, and soon. But for now, we have the chance to sleep in a warm, comfortable bed. Do you not want to take it?”
She sighed. “I suppose Iama bit tired.”
He flopped down on the bed beside her and pulled her close. “Sleep then. I shall watch over you.”
Her eyes slowly slipped closed. “Don’t want you to watch…sleep…too…” she murmured.
He smoothed down her hair. “Don’t you worry, my little dove.” He kissed her on the cheek. “I shall have my rest as well.”
He laid his head next to hers, a smile on his face as he too surrendered to the arms of Morpheus.
* * *
Waking up later that afternoon, Freya was suddenly mortified to realize that she would have to face the other guests and perhaps try to come up with a story as to why they went running off into the storm in the middle of a ball. She was sure they must seem quite mad to almost everyone.
She looked at Eric wondering if she should wake him, so they could talk and come up with a suitable story to tell. Even without the other guests, surely Silver would want to know every detail of their disappearance in order to report it to her father. She had no intention of telling him the truth. It was none of his business.
But Eric looked so peaceful, she couldn’t quite bring herself to wake him. Getting out of bed, she performed her ablutions before choosing a gown to wear. She had no idea what activities the Dowager Marchioness had planned for the day, if any. She couldn’t worry about it at the moment as she was too busy fretting about what she would tell all of them.
She crept down the stairs and ran into a crowd of people at the bottom, all of whom were apparently waiting for their carriages. It was time to leave.
That was a relief for Freya because it meant that they would escape without having to explain themselves or even interact with the same people who had upset Eric the day before. She went in search of the Dowager Marchioness, wanting to thank her for her hospitality before finding the rest of her family.
