Page 58 of Taken By the Dangerous Duke

Margaret made some room on the chair so the duke could slide in beside her. She moved a little and draped her legs over his before nestling her head in his neck, resting her cheek on his chest. The duke wrapped his arms around Margaret, engulfing her in warmth. She listened to the beating of his heart—a steady thrum. She wrapped one arm around him and tucked it between his side and the cushion of the chair.

“When I get pregnant, I would like to stay in the house,” said Margaret. There was some silence before she continued. “I don’t want to be away from here just yet. This is my home now.”

“I want you to stay too,” said the duke. “I want to make sure you are healthy while you are with child, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. I know it sounds silly, but I want to protect you. I know you are not in any danger, but I still want to be around to look after you, Margaret.”

“I know you do,” she said.

“I have been meaning to speak with you. I know it is a delicate matter, but there is a chance that we are not going to have a child together. I should not make the decision alone, but how long do we keep doing this before we think about the alternatives?”

Margaret thought about telling the duke right then if only to soothe his soul the way her soul had been soothed. He no doubt blamed himself, just as she had blamed herself. But, what would that accomplish? Would he let the staff go? Would he be as lenient? Would it force him to face his own depression?

“I don’t know the answer to that question,” answered Margaret, deciding not to reveal the information about the herbal tea—not to the duke, anyway. “But, we should try a little longer.” Now that there was nothing standing in their way, they should be able to complete the task. Unless one of them really was infertile.

“You are right,” said the duke. “A little longer, and then we can decide what comes next.”

“And, there really is no time like the present,” said Margaret. It felt like a rebellion, an act of defiance. The staff had tried to curtail her through herbs and medicine, and now, she was determined to get pregnant as quickly as possible. And, the protective nature of the duke made it easy to think about such things.

“There is no time like the present,” repeated the duke.

He turned to Margaret and kissed her. His tongue slipped slowly into her mouth, encircling her tongue, and licking at it. Their lips shifted in a slow dance known only to them.

The door to the room was still open, and Margaret hoped that someone could see them, that someone would know she was trying to get pregnant now that the herbs would have worn off. She hoped that Victoria was being truthful when she said that they would and that her internal parts had not become damaged.

At the same time, she did not want anyone looking in on them. She wanted to share this moment with the duke only—to bring him some happiness. She smiled again as they kissed, giddy with the knowledge that she had been the one to bring happiness to the duke’s life. It was something that everyone wanted in life; to bring happiness to another. And it was made more special because he made her feel happy too.

And then she could feel the duke smiling too. She did not know what it all meant, and her emotions overwhelmed her. Their tongues intertwined some more, and the happiness that radiated from the duke overwhelmed her too. They were both happy, even if they had not been able to have a child yet, but would they have reached these feelings if she had become pregnant already.

As the duke’s tongue swam in her mouth, the thoughts swirled in her head. Should she be thankful to Victoria and the others? Should she hate them or thank them? What they had done was horrible, but did the means justify the end? And, what was the end?

“Shall we go upstairs?” asked the duke.

“No,” whispered Margaret. “I cannot wait that long. I need you to take me right now. I want to feel you inside of me.”

She got up from the chair, untangling their tongues. Margaret went to the door and closed it. No one would come in unannounced, and if there was a knock, they could turn the person away. She looked out of the window too. She could see into the gardens, but there was no one there—besides, from a seated position, they would not be seen through the open window.

Still, Margaret slipped her dress from her figure with her back turned to the window, her pale skin shimmering in the golden light. The slight breeze that had picked up was most welcome. It cooled the tiny droplets of sweat on her skin, but it could not cool the yearning that had built up inside. She stood in front of the duke as naked as the day she was born. She stood in front of him as a beautiful woman who deserved to make her own choices.

There was only one problem. She did not know what she truly wanted.

But, one problem at a time. The only thing she needed to focus on was the fact that she was naked and the duke was still fully clothed. She would soon rectify that.

Margaret went to the duke and knelt down in front of him. She unbuttoned his trousers and he ran his fingers through her black hair. He brought one hand down to her cheek, holding it there tenderly. Margaret wanted to take it slowly, to enjoy the moment, but all she could think about was the duke spilling his seed inside of her.

This would be it. She was confident that they would be successful this time.

The duke placed his other hand on Margaret’s other cheek as she continued to unbutton his trousers. She could not wait to see his soldier standing to attention once more. It was thick and throbbing. And, as she revealed it once more, it stood up and begged to be inside of her.

Arthur kept his hands on Margaret’s cheeks and she took him in. It was only a thing of the flesh, but the way it could make her feel when it was inside of her was unlike anything else. She had pleasured herself solo, knowing exactly where to touch and how, but the duke’s member could do things to her that she could not do to herself.

She took his penis in her hands and held onto it—warm and pulsing. She stroked it gently, moving her hand up and down, and rubbing at the tip with her fingers. She wanted nothing more than to please the duke.

No, that was not strictly true.

She wanted the duke to pleasure her. The only thing in her mind right now was the duke unleashing his essence deep within her—filling her up until she could not be filled anymore. Margaret let go of the duke’s shaft and placed her hands on his chest, the muscles still apparent through his shirt.

She pushed him back into the chair, and then she stood up and moved forward, lowering herself down onto him. She needed no foreplay to ready her for the act. The thought of finally getting pregnant by the duke was enough to moisten her garden. She placed one knee down to the side of the duke on the soft seat of the chair and then did the same with the other knee.

As she lowered herself onto the duke, he slipped into her easily, and a pulse was sent through her body. Her shoulders jerked, and her back arched. The duke took her sides to stop her from falling backward. His grip was tight but tender.

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