Page 47 of A Cursed Bride for the Duke
What am I doing? Wilhelm is obviously occupied. He promised to see me once he was done.
But the memory of his touch, the warmth of his gaze, and the tenderness of his voice urged her forward.
With a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked softly on the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited his response.
Before her doubts could consume her, Wilhelm pulled the door open and stood before her in the dimly lit room.
“Genevieve,” he greeted softly, his voice a low, appreciative purr as he looked her up and down with naked desire.
He wore nothing more than a pair of trousers. His dark hair was tousled, and his bare chest glistened in the pale moonlight thatstreamed through the window. A faint smile played on his lips as his eyes lingered on the silken robe that clung to her curves.
Genevieve’s cheeks flushed, and her heart fluttered as she lowered her eyes and bit her bottom lip, unable to tear her gaze away from his bare chest.
“I… I could not sleep,” she stammered.
Wilhelm’s smile widened in amusement. “Neither could I,” he confessed and stepped aside to let her in his chambers.
Genevieve’s eyes roamed up and down his torso as yearning stirred within her loins, and she fought the impulse to touch him.
Wilhelm stepped closer to her, his gaze softening. “I apologize, my dear,” he murmured, his voice thick with regret. “I was deeply immersed in my work and did not pay attention to how much time had passed. Mrs. Hughes mentioned that you had retired for the evening, and I did not wish to disturb?—”
Before he could finish his sentence, her lips crashed against his. The fingers of her left hand ran through his thick hair as her right hand traced the contours of his sculpted chest.
Wilhelm’s lips moved against hers with growing intensity. She melted into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her close to him.
His hands began to roam over her body. His fingers traced the curve of her neck and slowly moved across her shoulders, down her arms, and up to the underside of her breasts.
His arms wrapped around her as he delicately explored her back with his fingertips, then moved to the soft swell of her hips and the gentle curve of her thighs.
Genevieve moaned softly as her body leaned into each caress. Her senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of his skin and the taste of his lips.
He lifted her gown and stroked the front of her thighs, his thumbs moving precariously close to the junction at the top of her legs. With a possessive motion, he effortlessly lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist, and carried her towards his bed.
He continued to kiss her as he lowered her gently onto the soft mattress.
Genevieve briefly pulled away to catch her breath, her eyes half-lidded as his gaze burned into her.
“You are exquisite, Genevieve,” he murmured huskily against her lips.
Genevieve’s cheeks flushed at his sincerity. She wanted him desperately, and she clutched his shoulders as she pulled him to her and begged silently for more.
Wilhelm’s lips found hers once again and kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring the sweet depths of her mouth. As the weight of his body pressed her down into the mattress, she surrendered herself to his touch, her euphoria building with each caress.
She moaned softly, tightened her legs around his waist, and pulled him to her.
Wilhelm’s hands roamed over her body, his touch both tender and commanding. In a moment that seemed to last forever, he slowly raised her silky robe over her thighs, waist, stomach, and breasts and tossed it on the floor.
Genevieve lay completely naked before him. His gaze swept over her, and his eyes brimmed with a hunger that made her slick with desire.
“God. You are delicious. I cannot wait to devour you,” he said.
She trembled uncontrollably as he leaned over her and trailed a flurry of kisses down her neck, shoulders, and breasts. His nimble tongue flicked against and circled her erect nipples.
His hands moved lower as his fingertips explored the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Genevieve’s breath hitched, and her body arched with hunger.
He searched her eyes as she sharply exhaled. She raised her hands in an effort to touch him and run her fingers along theexpanse of his broad, muscular shoulders, but before she could do so, he seized both of her wrists in his left hand and pinned them above her head.
His eyes bored into hers. “Do not move your hands,” he commanded.
