Page 26 of The Duke's Improper Bride
She forced a smile, grateful that lights appeared in the horizon. “We’ve arrived.”
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Isaac ledhis new wife inside the idyllic country home a day’s journey outside of Inverness. The gas lamps brightened the grand foyer of Glennis Hall. Mrs. White had outdone herself, arranging the stay for him and his new bride for their wedding night. The house belonged to a friend of hers on holiday in France.
“Mr. Barnes,” the butler said. “We’ve laid out dinner upstairs for you and your wife. After such a long day, I imagine you’re hungry.”
Hungry was relative.
Isaac was hungry for his wife, thirsty for the taste of her. His hands all but ached from wanting to touch her.
“Thank you…”
“Meadows, sir.”
“Well, thank you, Meadows.”
Isaac reached back for Nora who stood frozen admiring the massive murals sprawled across the walls. He gently squeezed her hand as they were led up the impressive staircase to a grand bedroom, a feast laid out, complete with bottles of champagne.
“This is too much,” Nora said as soon as the door closed.
“Marrying me, or dinner?”
She laughed, shaking her head. “All of it. I f-feel as if I’m dreaming.”
He walked closer, drinking in the sight of her in her simple wedding dress. “Can I wake you up?”
Nora surprised him by grabbing the lapels of his evening jacket and dragging him close. “I suspect we have a long night ahead of us, so p-please.”
They kissed for some time, not caring if dinner grew cold. Isaac couldn’t shake this new feeling, something akin to how he felt whenever he faced the barrel of a gun. Which was often. But these nerves, on his wedding night, clawed at him. He was equally happy as he was nervous.
After dinner, Nora rose and sat in Isaac’s lap at the table, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as her lips followed over his skin. She was setting him on fire, his cock hard under her thighs. If this is what it was like to succumb to madness, then so be it. He laid his head back, a groan escaping as she sucked at the hollow of his throat.
“Nora.”
She sat up, smiling at him. “Yes, husband mine?”
“First, say that again.”
“What?”
He raised his eyebrow, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
“My handsome husband mine.”
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, ducking in for a kiss before he pulled back. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“Will it get me into your bed?”
“If you keep speaking like that, your pretty mouth certainly will.”
She laughed, and climbed off his lap, unbuttoning a few buttons on her dress’s bodice revealing the tops of her breasts. “And this?”
“You have my attention.”
She smacked her lips, drawing his eyes to them. Heaven help him, he was going to do dirty, dirty things with her tonight, and though he should be mindful she may be new to this, he did not care one lick.
There was a knock on the door, then a maid interrupted. “Madam, you requested me to draw a bath?”
