Page 69 of Her Ruse with the Wicked Duke
She spun around to meet his eyes, shocked by the new title. He simply smirked at her, grasping her by the wrist and pulling her up the flight of stairs. She could not take her eyes off him, and he emitted an energy she had never felt from him before. It was a confidence she had yet to be introduced to.
As soon as they made it to the bedroom at the far end of the hall, Rowan scooped her up into his arms, making her squeal as he carried her across the threshold. He kicked the doors shut and carried her to his bed, butterflies finally beginning to make themselves known as she looked up at him.
“Are you going to touch me?” she whispered, beginning to squirm under his stare.
“Oh, my dear, I will be doing much more than that.”
His hands made quick work of her wedding dress, untying the laces and buttons and helping her shuffle out of it. She watched the flame in his eyes light up as he saw her in nothing but her undergarments, and she bit her lip as she watched him slowly unbutton his shirt and pants, throwing them to the side of the room.
“You are so beautiful…”
“Please,” she mumbled, closing her eyes as his fingers trailed lightly over her body, making all of her nerve endings sensitive. Suddenly, her undergarments were off, and Rowan placed his lips against hers, softer than ever before. It was a slow, sensual kiss, one they both knew was no longer on stolen time.
His hands wandered from her cheeks down her neck, across her breasts, making her nipples peak in anticipation, and trailed down to her core, his fingertips resting lightly against her most sensitive area. She inhaled to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Rowan plunged his fingers deep inside of her, shocking her into silence and pleasure.
She was already slick with pleasure, and he seemed thrilled to find this as he circled his fingers lightly before pulling them out and lining his hips up with hers and teasing her with his length, leaving a trail of kisses up her stomach as she began to whimper.
“Rowan…”
“Yes, my bride?” he mumbled against her skin, sending vibrations across her skin. She shivered against him and he chuckled darkly, nodding. “I will take that as you asking nicely.”
He pushed his hips against hers and slowly entered her, and she felt herself be filled slowly, entirely lost in the pleasure. Her fingers gripped tightly onto his biceps as she moaned when he began to finally move, his hips thrusting deeper and deeper inside her. As his pace quickened, she felt herself moving with him, their hips rocking in sync, the new couple sighing and moaning together quietly.
“Rowan, I…” she mumbled almost incoherently, hissing out a moan as she felt her core clenching, getting closer to bursting with pleasure.
“I know, just a little longer,” he cooed, kissing her softly. “Will you wait for me?”
She nodded quickly, her back arching as his member throbbed inside her, hitting a spot that was almost unbearably perfect. She was beginning to lose her control and could feel him doing the same as his thrusts became more erratic, bucking into her with urgency.
A pressure was building between the both of them, and Rowan pressed his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes as he thrust deeply into her, allowing her to feel every inch of pleasure. “Come for me, my dear.”
As if he thrust into her, a wave of sensations washed over her entire body, and her legs trembled as she climaxed, unable to stop rolling her hips as he kept going until he eventually jerked one last time and captured her lips in a heated kiss.
She was entirely blissed out as she lay there, her husband above her looking into her eyes with what she could only describe as true love.
She had waited her entire life to find someone, to run away from her past. Now, she was running toward her future with open arms.
“I love you, Rowan,” she whispered.
“I love you endlessly, Alice.”
The End?
