Page 26 of Taken By the Dangerous Duke

“No, we need to do it,” replied Margaret. She was worried that if she did not get it over with now, she might never be able to.

“All right,” he said. His strong hands worked at her back, untying the ribbons that held the dress in place. Margaret took deep breaths in and out as she tried to calm herself. She had been waiting for a long time for a strong man to pleasure her, but this did not seem right.

A few seconds later, the duke slipped the dress from her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She was left standing in her chemise, but she felt naked. His hands left her, and she heard the sound of the duke removing his own clothes. He did not drop them to the floor. Instead, he put them away in drawers or hung them.

The movement stopped.

“You can turn around,” said the duke.

Margaret hesitated. She placed a hand over her chest to hide her breasts that would be seen through the thin fabric, and she turned to face the duke. She let out a yelp of surprise when she saw his naked body. She could not stop her eyes from wandering over his body.

She knew he was muscular from how he looked when he was dressed and how strong his touch was, but she was reminded of the Greek statues that stood in the London museums and galleries. It was as if he had been carved from marble or stone.

His chest was covered with a small amount of thin, blonde hair, and that showed more of his chest. Her eyes wandered over his pectorals and the small nipples. And then her eyes wandered down his taut stomach and beyond. She had known he was naked, but her mind had not properly registered that.

When her eyes fell on his member, her face flushed red and she quickly looked away. When she looked back toward Arthur, he was staring back at her. There was still a shyness, but the confidence he exuded helped her to overcome that. She removed her arms from across her bosom and let them hang by her side.

Arthur took a step toward her, moving slowly, and he stood right in front of her. She stared into his emerald eyes in fear that she would glance down at his impressive shaft once more. She had only read about what they looked like and had not seen a picture of one before. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but she knew she could not, not yet.

Instead, she instinctively placed a hand on his chest, holding her palm to his tight muscles. After a moment, the duke brought his hand up and placed it over hers. He leaned in, and Margaret almost leaned back. He kissed her gently on the lips and pulled back again. Margaret could feel her heart beating furiously—from excitement, nervousness, something else? She did not know.

Arthur took a hold of her chemise and lifted it over her head. Margaret took a deep breath. She wanted to wrap her arms around herself, but she knew that it would not help. She was in too deep now, and she had to follow this through to the end.

A cool breeze came in from the window, cooling her skin, and she could feel the goosebumps appear on her arms. She had never stood naked in front of a man before.

“I am going to take you to the bed,” whispered Arthur.

“All right,” she responded.

He took her by the waist, a hand on each side of her body, and slowly guided her backward. Margaret realized that she still had her hand on his chest, but she could not remove it. The warmth she felt there bolstered her spirit, and she wanted to touch him.

When she got to the bed, the duke lowered her onto the sheets. He did not have to say anything; Margaret knew to move up the bed until her head hit the pillow. The sheets and pillow were much softer compared to the ones she had used at home. Home? No, this was her home now.

The duke stood at the end of the bed, towering over her. Her eyes glanced down to his member again, but she did not look away this time. She had been nervous and scared, but that had given way to anticipation. She did not know what it would feel like, but she knew she wanted to feel what it was like for a man to be inside of her. She had pleasured herself before, but this would be different.

Arthur looked her up and down, a nightly warrior ready to conquer the land before him. Margaret thought that she would be nervous when it came to this part, but she wanted him to conquer her. She had been nervous in her chemise, but now that she was undressed, she did not feel as exposed.

Margaret moved her arms up the bed behind her, stretching out her body more, and she noticed that the duke’s member twitched a little. That boosted her confidence. She liked that she could elicit a response like that in a man so powerful.

A slight smile came to the duke’s lips. He ran a hand through his hair, and then knelt on the bed with one knee. He locked eyes with Margaret and lowered himself onto the bed. He moved up and over her like a wildcat stalking its prey. He did not press his body to hers, but Margaret could feel his warmth, and she liked it. She wanted his body to be pressed to hers.

She could smell him too. A slightly perfumed aroma of violets and sandalwood. Perhaps a delicate touch of rose water. She inhaled deeply, and the act brought him closer, her nose almost touching his neck. She breathed in again, taking his full scent, and readying herself for him.

“It might hurt,” the duke whispered into her ear. “If you need me to stop or slow down, you let me know.”

Margaret nodded in return, not knowing if the duke could see the nod. She had not expected him to be so tender. From what little she knew of the duke, she knew he was a gentleman. But, she had expected him to take what he needed. They had both agreed to this, and Margaret was fully aware that the marriage was an agreement and nothing more, but the duke was respectful of her too.

He finally pressed his body down onto hers, his muscular chest pressing into her plump breasts, and she felt her nipples stiffen. She had been nervous for this moment to come, but when it did, she was excited by it. He was a handsome man, and she was a woman with needs.

Her hands were still above her head. Arthur brought his head up and looked at Margaret. She could not tell if he was as excited by her as she was by him. She looked into his eyes before he took his gaze from her again and looked down at their bodies.

There was a touch at her opening when he placed his stiff member against her, and then again as his hand brushed against her tuft of hair. Both touches sent a ripple of expectant pleasure through her body. The duke guided himself into her, and it was uncomfortable as he broached her entrance initially, and she stiffened. The duke must have sensed it, and he stopped for a moment before resuming slowly, pushing himself into her, a little at a time.

It was a hard feeling for Margaret to describe. There was some discomfort as she took all of his length and girth, but there were small pulses of pleasure running through her as he went deeper and deeper. She could also feel the duke’s warmth radiating from inside her body as well as outside. But, she did know one thing—she did not want it to stop.

“Are you ready?” asked the duke.

“Mmm-hmm,” whispered Margaret in return.

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