Page 35 of The Duke's Pet

Eventually, with his underwear still on, he slid into the bed next to her.

“Now, little kitten,” he whispered against her cheek. “You must keep perfectly still for this next bit, do you understand?”

Chapter Eight

Jemima nodded, andstared up at the material spread between the posts. In the dim light she could make out the petals and swirling pattern someone had painstakingly embroidered on it.

“Try and relax,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Sir... yes, Sir.” He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll try and relax.”

She battled to make her body heavy, and sag against the bed. But it was hard, her muscles were tense, a tremor vibrated in her belly.

“This is necessary, you understand.” He’d spoken against her lips, his face now blocking her view of the canopy.

Emily’s words came back to her.All you have to do is lay back, close your eyes, and think of something else for a week.

“I am yours, Sir, to do as you wish, necessary or not.”

“That is the right answer.” He drifted his hand onto her belly. “And I am not doing this for pleasure,” he said, his breath warm on her cheek. “But to ensure I have the delivery I requested.”

“I don’t understand.” The tremor in her belly intensified as he rubbed over her skin and dipped into her navel.

“I wish to confirm your maidenhood.”

“You... you don’t believe me?”

“Actually I do.” His lips were so close to hers, as he’d spoken she’d felt their movement. “But this is what I’d planned so I will still perform the check.”

She swallowed, her mouth dry. He was so big and hot lying next to her, his legs pressing hers, his body against her arm, and his face looming.

He glided lower, so the tips of his fingers were in her pubic hair.

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