Page 74 of A Wallflower to Seduce the Duke

She shook her head. “I would rather be sober for this.”

He laughed, and the sound of it sent tendrils of sensation skittering down her spine in glorious anticipation. “It is but a small amount, sweet Emily. I want you awake for our wedding night as well.”

She flushed and accepted the offered glass. She sipped at the wine and made a face before she decided to be brave and drink the rest of its contents.

“How was it?”

She glared at him. “It was vile.”

He laughed and pulled her close until her chest was flush with his. He tipped her chin up as his lips slanted over hers.

This…this I am familiar with.

With a soft moan, Emily threw her hands around him and followed his lead, opening herself up to him. She felt his tongue plunge into the cavern of her mouth, tangling with her own as his large hands began to roam insistently over her body, spanning over her back and her ribcage to the sides of her breasts. She let out a surprised yelp when he pulled her closer to that bulge between his legs.

“Oh God, I want you so,” he groaned. Without warning, he swept her up and carried her to the large bed, lowering her gently into the silken sheets.

Emily laid there, suddenly feeling self-conscious in her thin shift that barely hid anything as his eyes drank in the sight of her from head to toe. Embarrassment suffused her, and she raised her hands to cover herself.

“Don’t!” he told her in a strangled voice. He settled himself a little to her side. “You are so beautiful, Emily.Nevercover yourself before me.”

His lips captured her own, and they moved in a dance that was both new and old at the same time. She felt his fingers wandering all over her body, lingering lightly over the places that made her sigh and moan, barely touching her until she writhed underneath him, seeking more of his touch.

She was vaguely aware of his deft fingers pulling at the laces at her breasts before the cool wind touched her chest for a brief moment before his scalding mouth engulfed the sensitive peak of her breast. Emily moaned, her back arching off the bed as her toes curled in delight. He swirled his tongue over the pink bud, reveling in the sound of her soft moans before he softly clamped on it with his lips, his tongue lashing out at the sensitive peak.

“Daniel!” she cried out.

He laughed hoarsely as he continued to torment her aching breast, his other hand reaching out for its twin. He was a contradiction, alternating between gently kneading the soft flesh to tweaking her pert nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

She felt the familiar ache between her legs as he lavished his attention on her breasts. All the while, she was aware of his hardened manhood pressing insistently against her thigh, still encased in his breeches. Curious, she reached between them and cupped her hand over him, causing Daniel to throw his head back and groan.

Her eyes flew open. “Did I hurt you?”

He shook his head. “Oh God, touch me, sweet Emily.”

Emboldened by his encouragement, she began to stroke him over his breeches as he turned his lips to her other breast. She felt him grow larger in her hands, and when he suckled her breast, she cried out and squeezed him, drawing a low growl from him.

Impatiently, Daniel took off his shirt and his breeches until he was naked before her. Emily stared at the sculpted muscles of his shoulders and his arms, the ridges of his abdomen, his waist tapering down to the jutting manhood between his legs.

Curious, she leaned in closer and closed her fingers over him as Daniel threw his head back.

“Don’t stop, my sweet,” he told her through gritted teeth. He closed his hands over her as he guided her over his shaft, stroking himself with her hands.

Emily felt a surge of power and confidence she had never felt before. Lady Horatia and Jenny never mentioned this to her, but she took great delight in drawing pleasure out of her husband.

Like the rest of him, his manhood felt large in her hands, and she gazed in wonder as a small pearl beaded at the very tip of him. Hesitantly, she touched the tip of her tongue and tasted him. In response, Daniel grabbed her hands and held them over her head as his mouth fell on hers once more.

“My dear wife,” he said in a hoarse voice. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

His tongue tangled with hers as his hand clambered up the side of her thigh, raising the thin shift along with it. His fingers lingered over the thatch of silken curls that guarded her aching core, and Emily writhed underneath him, her legs falling open in an invitation.

He chuckled lowly into her lips as he obliged her with maddening slowness, his hand slipping into her wetness as Emily moaned and bucked her hips, pressing herself against his touch.

He had touched her there before in the gazebo, but still, she was greedy for more. Her fingers clutched at his broad shoulders as she ground herself wantonly into his hand, her moans falling from her open lips like rain. Her hands reached between them to grasp him, and they moaned together from the pleasure they brought each other.

“Emily, I want you…” he groaned. “Please, my sweet…”

Her eyes fluttered open to find him gazing down at her so tenderly. She reached out a hand to cup the side of his face. “I am all yours, Daniel.”

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