Page 83 of Duchess in Disguise
He stripped her of her clothes and managed to stay still so she could bring him to the same state of undress before he led her to the bed. His hands and mouth roamed over her body hungrily, nipping, caressing, kissing, biting, and sucking.
Isobel was responsive to each ministration, gradually falling apart on the silk sheets, shaking with need. Richard’s lips latched onto a nipple while a hand came up to grope the other breast, causing Isobel to arch into his touch. Just as she tried to gather her senses, his free hand snuck between her legs and she moaned, long and high when his fingers slipped past her wet folds.
He stroked her slowly, and she whined, moving her hip to urge him to increase his pace. At first, he seemed not to have noticed or was likely ignoring her, so she resorted to the one thing she knew she could do.
“P-Please, Richard,” she begged, panting desperately. “I need more. Please.”
Richard smirked, sinister and dark, and he pressed his fingers deeper, stroking her harder and harder each time.
“You’ve learned well, my love. And I am happy to reward you each time you prove to me, just how good you can be,” he told her lowly, kissing her deeply.
Isobel could not speak, could only whine and moan until his fingers brought her ecstasy. Her body tensed, but his fingers continued to move, working over her slippery nub until she was shaking with pleasure.
“What a vision you are,” Richard exhaled, pulling out his fingers and preparing to replace them with his member.
Isobel panted, reaching out to him slowly.
“I need you, my love. Please, Richard.”
Richard tutted, aligning himself with her entrance as he said,
“I have never been able to deny you anything you want. I do not believe I will ever be able to do so.”
And then he pressed himself into her completely.
Isobel’s eyes widened, and she gasped, her body sheathing him perfectly. The tight heat made Richard groan with pleasure, and he pulled out slightly to thrust back in immediately.
Isobel’s hands found purchase on his shoulder as her face contorted in accordance with the sensations flooding her body.The sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with Isobel’s breathless whines and Richard’s grunts, both of them burning from within.
He leaned down to kiss her, claiming her lips as though he had been dying from thirst and she was a spring in the desert. A particularly sharp thrust drew a scream from her lips, and Richard repeated the motion, snapping his hips rapidly in a bit to drive her over the edge.
Isobel clutched at the sheets as she writhed beneath him, begging and sobbing for a release that was rapidly approaching.
“So perfect,” Richard moaned against the column of her neck, his brutal pace neither faltering nor slowing. “So perfect for me. I love you, Isobel. I love you.”
Isobel sobbed, nodding desperately as she struggled to speak as he continued to thrust in and out of her. The tension that had been building began to tighten and grow, rising and rising until Isobel was a sputtering mess of please.
“Me too,” Richard promised, pressing himself deeply into her.
Isobel hiccuped and moaned as they found their release together, Richard’s moans sending shivers down her spine as her body continued to shake. When she had stilled, Richard withdrew himself from her but did not go far, lying by her side and pulling her gently into his arms.
“I have dreamt of this moment. Of holding you like this. And now I can do it every day until I perish. There is no man as happy as I am right now.”
Isobel sighed, relishing in the feeling of soreness all over her body as she shuffled closer to her husband, pressing kisses along his jaw.
“And you will find no woman as happy as I am. I cannot wait to spend the rest of our days together. I cannot wait until we have a family and our lives are surrounded by warmth and happiness.”
Richard smiled and kissed her tenderly, whispering.
“I love you, Isobel.”
Isobel kissed him back, just as lightly, beaming up at him, her heart full of adoration and peace.
“I love you, Richard.”
The End?
