Page 87 of A Cursed Bride for the Duke
“I love you, Genevieve,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, as though his words carried the very essence of his soul.
The warmth of his declaration wrapped around her. In his eyes, she saw everything—his vulnerability, his devotion, and a love that seemed boundless. At that moment, the outside world ceased to exist.
Genevieve’s heart fluttered, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that spread through her entire body. She reached up, her fingers tracing the lines of his face.
“I love you too, Wilhelm,” she whispered.
Wilhelm’s lips found hers in a tender kiss. She responded with a passion that matched his own, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening their kiss.
Wilhelm began to guide her towards the grand, king-sized bed, his steps slow and deliberate as his arms encircled her waist, drawing her closer with every movement.
His lips found her jawline, trailing a path of feather-light kisses down her neck, each one sending a rush of heat through her. His warm breath fanned her skin, teasing her senses and making her pulse race.
Genevieve walked backward, her focus entirely on him, her hands gripping his shoulders as if to steady herself against the overwhelming tide of emotion and sensation. The edge of the bed came too quickly, catching her off guard.
She stumbled, letting out a surprised laugh as she fell backward onto the plush mattress. Her grip on Wilhelm remained firm, pulling him down with her.
He landed on top of her with a soft thud, the weight of him grounding her, their intimate laughter mingling.
For a moment, they paused, their smiles chasing away any lingering worries. Wilhelm propped himself up on his forearms, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he studied her flushed face.
Without hesitation, he dipped his head, his lips finding the delicate curve of her neck once more.
The laughter between them melted into quiet sighs, his kisses slow and intent.
Genevieve’s hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
She sighed, her body melting against his, her fingers tracing the strong lines of his back, her heart soaring with joy that she had nearly forgotten.
Their kisses deepened, a growing intensity sparking between them as Genevieve’s fingers worked desperately to unfasten the buttons of his coat. Her hands trembled, her breath hitching with every brush of her fingertips against the warm skin beneath the fabric.
The coat slipped off his shoulders.
He traced a deliberate path, his tongue lightly tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone.
Her heart raced as his hands moved with deliberate intent, pulling down the top of her dress in one slow, tantalizing motion.
Every inch of bare skin became a canvas for his lips, which descended enthusiastically from the top of her dress in a series of all-consuming kisses.
His touch was both restraint and longing, his hands exploring her, sending waves of warmth through her body.
Genevieve clung to him as his mouth moved along her collarbone and down her chest. Her breaths became shallow, her world reduced to the feel of his lips on her skin and the weight of his strong hands.
A soft moan escaped her lips. Without a warning, she moved from underneath him with a sudden, unexpected grace.
Pushing herself up on the bed, she straddled him, taking control.
Wilhelm froze for a moment, his expression shifting from surprise to admiration, amusement, and desire. He leaned back slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, his gaze roaming over her.
She took his hands and guided them to her body.
He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple with a deliberate, teasing rhythm that sent ripples of desire to her loins.
Her breathing quickened, but she did not lose focus. With deliberate slowness, she threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to lift his chin, drawing his face upward.
Their lips met in a languid kiss. His hands never stopped their exploration, one remaining on her breast while the other slid down her back.
“You are… quite skilled with your fingers,” Genevieve murmured teasingly.
