Page 78 of The Scarred Duke's Bride
He looked so bright-eyed and enthusiastic that Freya could not help smiling fondly. “I am happy that you find it invigorating.” She stepped away from the door and towards him. “But I was wondering if you might be interested in getting invigorated in other ways.”
His eyebrows shot up into the air. “What do you mean by that?”
She grinned. “You know what I mean.”
He took a deep breath, getting to his feet. “Come here.”
With a giggle, she sauntered over to him, putting her arms around his shoulders. She lifted her mouth to his, letting him explore it with his own to his heart’s content. She had not anticipated just how enjoyable kissing was as an activity in and of itself.
I could do this for hours.
His hands roamed all over her back before reaching down to cup her buttocks. She moaned into his mouth, and he reached down and lifted her into his arms without ceasing to kiss her. He placed her on the table, hands immediately going to her breasts to squeeze and knead. She squirmed in his arms, hoping he would get the message. He did, immediately beginning to undo her stays.
He took off her bodice and loosened her skirts, leaving her in just a petticoat. With a growl, he kneeled down, pushing her petticoat upwards to free her legs which he placed on his shoulders. Standing back up, his hands on his flies, he loosened them enough for his engorged manhood to break through.
“Freya,” he groaned as he pushed into her as she braced herself on the desk, feet in the air.
She threw back her head, her mouth open in a soundless cry as he drove into her relentlessly, panting like a steam engine as he kept a tight hold of her hips. The endless pounding continued, and she could not keep her cries in as her entire body shook.
Suddenly he pulled out of her and then pulled her off the table, whipping her around, so he could bend her over the desk. He slipped into her again, smooth and fast, pumping steadily as he held her hips firmly in his large hands.
“Oh!” she breathed, surprised by how deep he could go from this position. She widened her legs slightly, letting him piston into her, grunting with effort, sweat pooling on his temples and falling like little touches on her bare back.
She braced herself against the table as his movements escalated in passion and intensity. She could not keep the answering grunts and moans inside, losing herself to the sensation of total possession and utter wildness.
She arched her back, moaning loudly as he pushed deeper into her, his hands like vices on her flesh. He trailed his fingers along her sides until he could cup her breasts and then use them to lift her to a vertical position. Twisting his head around hers, he kissed the corner of her mouth even as his hips continued to thrust into her. With the change of position came new sensations as he touched her sensitive flesh in new places, awakening new nerves and causing them to fire up into burning bright flames that reverberated throughout her system, causing irreversible change wherever they touched down. Even her fingers tingled with the utter ecstasy of his touch.
I could get used to this.
If there was one thing she was beginning to understand fully, it was that she did not want this union to end. Whether or not they were playing into her father’s hands, she wanted Eric. She wanted him forever.
Now how to tell him that?
She knew he would think that she was saying it out of fear for her future or else, pity for his scars. She didn’t know the words to convey her feelings, so she simply thrust back at him, encouraging him to do his worst — to possess her totally so that his body at least would know that she belonged to him.
From his reaction, she could tell that his body heard her, and he groaned long and hard before emptying himself into her as her body clenched around him, milking him for every drop.
Rapture.
That’s all she felt as her spirit floated away, carried on a wave of pleasure so deep she could register nothing else but that for a few minutes. It felt so big and so overwhelming that she could not contain it in her body; she had to open her mouth wide in a primal cry so as to let it out.
Then she collapsed on the table, leaving it to Eric to pick her up and lay her gently on the chaise lounge. She closed her eyes, and soon, she was fast asleep.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Eric watched Freya sleep, her face exhausted but at peace from all their lovemaking.
Lovemaking? You rutted on her like a beast,a sneering voice in his mind spoke up.
He turned away, feeling ashamed. The way he’d treated her, no gentleman would ever treat a lady like that. He did not knowwhathad come over him. His hand went up unconsciously to touch his scar.
Perhaps looking like a beast has made me a beast.
He crossed to the room and retrieved a shawl from the divan which he used to cover Freya before fleeing the room. He dashed out of the house, chose a horse from the stables, and took off down the road. He let the wind blow through his hair and tried to forget what had happened.
He went down to the village and decided to call in on the tavern. The innkeeper was happy to see him, especially when he declared that he’d pay for everyone’s drinks. All he wanted to do was forget what had happened for a while, to not have to face himself.
Sooner or later, he would have to, but in his humble opinion, the later the better. He settled in to drink everyone under the table in the quest to achieve oblivion. In a few hours, he’d lost track of time; all he knew was that it was dark outside, and he was too drunk to make his way back home.
