Page 115 of The Duke's Unclaimed Bride
“Tilly!” Laurence gasped, pushing the pie from his face.
“Eat it!” Tilly giggled.
“Fine, fine,” Laurence relented, taking the pie from her.
“You cheeky girl,” Edith teased.
“We really should teach her better manners,” Laurence declared somberly.
“I already have good manners,” Tilly said, taking out a pie for Edith.
“Oh, really?” Edith grinned, taking it from her.
“I am!” Tilly laughed.
Edith pulled her into a tight hug.
The little family ate together on the blanket, talking and laughing for the rest of the afternoon. By the time they had to go home, Tilly was already yawning.
“I think someone needs to go to bed,” Edith intoned.
“I’m not tired,” Tilly protested.
“I don’t think so,” Laurence said as he held her hand and walked her to the carriage.
Tilly pouted, but by the time they were back at the castle, she was asleep in Laurence’s lap.
As they stepped out, Edith scooped Tilly into her arms and carried her to her chambers. She tucked the little girl in and kissed her forehead.
“Sleep well,” she whispered, before tiptoeing out of the room and closing the door behind her.
She walked back down the hallway toward hers and Laurence’s chambers.
As soon as she stepped inside, Laurence pulled her close. He kissed her deeply, his large hand sliding into her hair. She moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him. He lifted her and placed her on the bed.
“I still have much making up to do,” he purred, breaking their kiss. His lips moved to her neck, his hands already working on her dress.
“Is that going to be your excuse every time you want to take your pregnant wife to bed?” She giggled.
“Well, it is a very good excuse.” He smirked.
“It is,” she sighed. “And I am never going to say no to you making amends to me.”
He chuckled and pushed up her dress, kissing up her thighs as he so often loved to do.
“You deserve so much more than I can give,” he moaned as his mouth met her folds.
She whimpered, and her hands found their way to his hair.
“But I’ll take what you can give,” she gasped.
He shivered, and his tongue pressed into her, making her thighs clamp around his head.
“I still know where you love to be touched,” he teased as he licked her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You’re the only man who does,” she moaned.
She watched as his eyes darkened with possessiveness. She adored that look. It made her feel wanted. Desired. Needed. Likeshe was the only thing keeping him breathing. Like he would do anything for her.
