Page 28 of The Duke's Improper Bride
She tipped forward and kissed his chest. The tepid water sloshed against the sides of the bathtub, drawing her focus back to the basics—they were both naked, on their wedding night.
“What are you thinking?” Isaac asked, drawing her face back to his.
Nora smiled even as frustration mounted inside of her. Why must her mind always tie itself up in knots? Why was she suddenly afraid to speak?
Nora didn’t know much about wedding nights, but she was under the impression that at the minimum she wouldn’t be at war with herself.
“Nothing important.” She dipped the cloth back into the water, but Isaac caught her hand.
“We don’t have to continue. We can stop here and enjoy a nice bath together.” When she didn’t answer, he continued. “Thank you, by the way. It was a lovely gesture.”
“Hmm.” She scolded herself to speak up. Nora spent years keeping her thoughts to herself, but Isaac would want to hear them. Even if she had convinced herself no one would be interested. He was.
And that’s partly why she had opened up to him.
He was so kind and…
Isaac leaned over and trailed a searing path of kisses down the length of her neck, robbing her not only of her thoughts but of her breath. How could he do that so easily?
Nora stood, the water dripping down her body, but it might as well have been flames licking her flesh as Isaac sat back, studying every inch of her, his eyes heavy and lidded. She held out her hand, watching as he rose. He stepped out of the bath and extended his hand without a word, but no matter; his eyes said it all.
Nora joined him, then stood on her toes to kiss him slowly, leaning into him to selfishly feel his body against hers. All of him. She ran her hands up his biceps, tipping her head back as he deepened the kiss, feeling the muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. He was sheer power beneath her fingertips, and it sent a hunger coursing through her body she didn’t understand.
More, more.
He took a few steps forward, not breaking their connection. Then another, and Nora’s hand snaked around his shoulders and gripped the nape of his neck, tugging gently. Isaac answered in a groan, pulling her tighter. Then her feet were off the floor and he carried her until the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress.
Nora smiled up at him, not caring if she looked the part of a harlot. Lust and want coursed through her and she desired her husband without reservation. She raised her arms above her head and wiggled her hips against the mattress as he stood between her knees.
“Man of few words,” she whispered. She reached for Isaac’s hand, rough and warm skin, callused fingers. She drew his palm to her mouth and kissed it, letting go only to tug him down to cover her body.
“Nora,” he said, his voice gruff. “Nora, I want this to be perfect.”
She shook her head. “It already is. Come here.”
Isaac lowered himself over her, his skin warm against hers. How she had craved this, how she had longed to have another person touch her and want her. The joy of it almost brought tears to her eyes, even as her heart skipped a beat when his cock pressed against her hips.
They kissed for some time, slow and drugging kisses that quickly dissolved to heated, passionate movements. Isaac rolled the two of them over so Nora sat on top of him. Her hair cascaded around them both and she gazed down at him. He reached up and cradled one of her breasts in his hands before leaning up and drawing her nipple into his mouth. She whimpered, bucking her hips for more.
Nora ran her hands down Isaac’s chest as he traced his fingers down her ribs, her rounded stomach, then lower until he parted the damp curls between her legs. It was completely scandalous and sinful, and so completely delicious.
Her breath quickened as their eyes met and he continued stroking her, stoking a flame within her.
“Isaac,” she panted. Nora closed her eyes and tipped her head back to the ceiling as he continued, before he slipped a finger inside of her, stretching her. “My God.”
And to think that she had believed coupling would be a quick act, void of feeling.
He pressed his thumb against her, and then it was as if something within her unraveled, as if Isaac himself was tugging a string that drew out the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced in her life.
The room seemed to dim for a moment, and Nora lost herself to this new feeling consuming her deep down to her bones. Isaac rolled them over once more, bracing himself above her, kissing her and drawing out sighs and whimpers.
He leaned on one elbow, the other hand cupping the side of her face then he bent down and kissed her neck. “My sweet Nora,” he whispered against her ear. “Sweet, sweet Nora.”
Her chest rose and fell quickly as she returned to earth. Isaac’s cock pressed against her entrance, and she reached down between them, carefully guiding him as he slowly pushed inside.
They both sucked in a breath, almost in unison, until at last he was seated deep inside her.
What new pleasure, what an odd and amazing feeling; half pleasure, half pain, and wholly consuming.
