Page 68 of Healing the Duke's Desires
His words poured into her soul, creating a warmth that settled there. Her gaze shifted to the bed, where her new life as Alexander’s wife would begin. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, the unknown future unfolding before her. It would not be the first time they shared this intimate experience, but it would be completely different. He noticed her gaze and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it reverently.
“We can wait, if you’d like. We have all the time in the world for ourselves, Emily, my love,” he assured her softly. “We can simply revel in the joy of being together tonight, in the knowledge that we belong to each other.
We can just lie in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. We can do whatever you’d like. My duty for the rest of my life is to make sure that your every wish comes true, even if that means waiting for you a little longer.”
She looked at him coyly, her cheeks flushed. “What if I don’t want to wait?” She smiled playfully.
“No?” he asked, nearing her so close that she could feel his warm breath spill onto her lips. He was utterly mesmerizing, this man of hers, and she wanted his hands on her body, his lips on hers.
She had been waiting for that all day and all night long, as she stole gazes at him while seated at the wedding breakfast table. “But I intended to woo you properly,” he added playfully. “I wanted to give you time to adjust to everything, to your new home.”
“I do not need any time to adjust,” she assured him. “I don’t want to wait a single moment longer to belong to you, body and soul.”
She did not care about anything else right now, apart from the man who was standing opposite her, his lips so near that she could so easily taste them with the tip of her tongue. They had been through so much together, good and bad, and now, even a single second without his lips on hers felt like an entire eternity.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he said, and in the next second, his mouth crashed against hers fervently.
Passion ignited between them, fueled by the intimacy of the moment and the overwhelming love they shared. Alexander leaned in, capturing Emily’s lips in a kiss that was both tender and fervent, a union of their souls.
As their lips met, and a rush of emotions surged through her—love, desire, and the promise of a future filled with togetherness. Emily responded to his ardor, her heart racing as their kiss deepened, the world around them fading into insignificance.
Emily’s fingers gently traced the contours of Alexander’s face, feeling the warmth of his skin. Their breaths mingled, and the passion between them grew, a magnetic force that drew them closer.
The chamber itself seemed to shimmer with the intensity of their connection, the candlelight casting a soft, romantic glow upon their entwined forms. It was a moment of surrender, a beautiful merging of two souls who had waited for this day, this moment.
Their love, once confined to stolen glances and tender touches, was now given the freedom to bloom fully, and they embraced it with all their hearts. This would not be their first lovemaking, but this would be the first time they did it as a husband and wife, and that would make it more special than anything before or anything after.
He gently took her into his arms and led her to the bed, where, with skilled ease, he undid the delicate buttons of Emily’s wedding gown. Each soft click of the buttons sent a shiver of anticipation down Emily’s spine, a sweet surrender to the love they shared.
Their lips remained connected, their kiss a dance of love and longing, even as the gown cascaded down in a whisper of silk. Emily’s heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and vulnerability, an exhilarating intimacy that made her cheeks flush. Alexander admired her with awe, tenderly caressing her skin as it was revealed, leaving a trail of electric sensations in its wake.
Emily allowed herself to be consumed by the love they shared. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them—their love, their desires, and the promise of forever.
Once the gown slipped off, Emily stood before him, adorned in delicate undergarments. She looked into Alexander’s eyes, finding a depth of love and desire that made her heart race.
“You are so beautiful, Emily…” he whispered, clearly unable to take his eyes off of her.
Their lips met again, the fiery passion between them only intensifying. His fingers trailed invisible lines on her body as he caressed her. Slowly, without her even noticing, her undergarments disappeared, and she was left naked in the darkness.
For a moment, she allowed shyness to overtake her, and as he gazed at her naked form, she tried covering her breasts. He smiled, gently taking her hands into his, kissing them both then putting them down on the bed as she was seated on it.
“Never hide your beauty from me, Emily…” he whispered to her, and at that moment, she knew she loved him even more, if such a thing was even possible.
He laid her down on her back, and instinctively, she inched her legs apart, beckoning him to come to her. But instead of taking her, he knelt between her legs reverently, worshipping her with his tongue. His tongue parted her easily, sucking on her pink flesh.
“Mmm, you taste so good…” he said, but all she could do was moan in pleasure, gripping his hair, pushing him closer and closer to her plump pearl.
She felt as if his had buried his entire face there, his tongue, his lips sucking her until she could hold on no longer, and her entire body betrayed her, exploding into a fit of passion, shivering and quivering. But he did not stop there. His devilish tongue slid even deeper inside of her, licking her sweet juices, leaving her soaking and trembling.
Only then did he come up to her, face to face. He rose over her, this mountain of a man, and she knew there could never be anyone else for her. She belonged to him the moment she laid eyes on him, mind, body, and soul. She didn’t need to wait for this moment to become aware of that.
He smiled at her, that wicked little smile that she loved so much, and in one long thrust, he was inside of her. Pleasure washed over her completely and her mind went blank. She clutched at him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her legs locking around him, keeping him close, not allowing him to move even an inch away from her.
Then he lowered himself, adjusting his elbows on both sides of her face. Their eyes locked. Their breathing intensified as he started to thrust slowly, working up to a rhythm that drove them both wild with desire. Her entire body was urging him to take her, to claim her, to make her forever his, and he obeyed.
Her hands were on him, his lips covering hers, kisses as feverish as the night itself. She could not stop herself, grinding against him, while he brushed against her pearl with each stroke. She had no idea how he managed to make it all so good, but she relished in every thrust, every sensation, every breath he stole from her.
Finally, they came undone together, at the same time, finding release in each other. This beautiful communion made them truly a husband and wife, now and forever more. Still breathing heavily, he slumped to the side of her, pulling her into an embrace.
