Page 47 of Claimed By the Duke of Ice

“Heaven,” he whispered, unable to procure another word.

“And what of this?” Grace asked, letting go of his cock. Her hand trailed down to the sensitive flesh of his testicles and once more used only her fingernails to caress them. The pleasure was instant but nowhere near the same as when she stroked his cock.

“Interesting,” he chuckled, unable to stop himself from squirming.

“Hmm,” Grace hummed, her eyes focusing on his cock once more. This time, as she touched his sack, she let her palm slide down over the sensitive flesh. And when she was sure she had a stable grip, she gently tugged at it.

Taken aback by the sensation, Nathaniel gasped suddenly and pushed his hips forward, almost making himself rise completely out of the water.

“And that?” she asked, her tone sultry.

“Incredible,” he breathed, unable to focus. Nathaniel felt Grace shift subtly behind him, and with one hand still on his testicles, she reached the other around to grip his cock. As she pulled gently at his sack, she stroked, and Nathaniel thought he would explode again once more.

“God in heaven,” he groaned, losing himself to the pleasure of her touch.

“More?” she asked, smiling against his ear.

“Yes,” he rasped, not wanting her to stop. Nathaniel felt Grace’s lips caress down the back of his neck as her hands continued their stroking, each movement bringing him closer to his orgasm. Had this been what he was missing while dealing with symptoms? Was this how all people felt pleasure?

Surely not, he thought, feeling himself grow close, otherwise, no one would ever leave their rooms.

“You’ll make me spill again,” he breathed, feeling on the brink.

Grace let out a sound likened to that of a kitten purring, and she nipped at his ear.

“Then spill, my love,” she breathed softly. “I want you to.”

As if his body was waiting for her permission, Nathaniel felt pleasure barrel through him, and as he let out a throaty moan, he came hard, this time in her hand. His milky white seed shot out in bursts, covering her dainty fingers and the back of her hand that gripped him. As he looked down at himself, he found the image highly erotic and felt his cock stir all over again. It was as if now that he’d started, his body couldn’t stop reacting to Grace.

Shaking from the force of his second orgasm, Nathaniel reached for Grace and pulled her into his lap so that he could press her to his chest and kiss her deeply. Immediately, she responded, melting into his embrace as she opened her mouth and reached for his tongue with hers. How had he stayed away from her for so long? How had he let his symptoms keep him from such happiness? He had no answer, but he knew he wasn’t going to let them control him again, at least not with her.

“How long have you wanted to do that?” he asked as he held her, still recovering from his orgasm.

Grace chuckled as she brought her one hand, still dripping with his seed, to her lips. She kept her eyes on him as she flicked her tongue out and licked some of it away. Immediately, his body responded to the erotic display.

“Since the first day you let me shave you,” she replied, flicking her tongue over her drenched fingertips once more. “When you pulled me into your lap and began to explore my body with your hands, I knew then that I wanted very much to do the same to you.”

“Mmmm…that was indeed a very good day,” he agreed, dipping her hand into the water so that he could help her rinse away the last of his seed. “And it is something I very much would like to do again right now. Unless…you are too tired?” he asked, looking at her with a raised brow.

Grace’s breath hitched in her throat, and she quickly shook her head. Excitement colored her cheeks as she looked at him and bit her lower lip.

“No, Your Grace,” she breathed, moving with him to her feet. As she did so, Nathaniel placed a towel around her. “I would very much enjoy that.”

“Well then,” Nathaniel smiled darkly as he lifted her out of the tub and walked them back to the bed, “it seems that tonight will not be for rest after all.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“What plans have you today, Grace?” Nathaniel asked from across the breakfast table. It had been two weeks since their first true night together as husband and wife, and in that time frame, much had changed. For one, Grace had since been put to the test with her new responsibilities as he received dignitaries and visiting nobles, and she had perfected the art of hosting. She was also meeting with nearby noblewomen more frequently, and her schedule during the day was oftentimes just as packed as his. Even Aunt Tabitha, who was Grace’s biggest obstacle by far, had praised her for her abilities during her latest visit.

But the biggest, most welcoming change of all was that his issue with touch—at least when it came to his wife—had completely faded. He always came to bed hungry for her, and she was the same with him. Every night, when they came together for bed, it was as if they’d been kept apart for months; their hunger for one another never faded. Then, in the morning, as they were about to part ways, their hunger would show again, and they would leave one another with a promise to reunite as soon as possible.

If someone had likened their lovemaking to that of rabbits, he couldn’t have negated them. For to him, he felt as if he could never get enough alone time with Grace. Which was why, today, he’d made some extra time in his schedule. Grace looked up from her breakfast with a smile and an arched brow as if she could already tell by the tone in his voice what he really wanted.

“I was going to attend a luncheon with Mrs. Stanpool,” she replied coolly, “but it can easily be rescheduled.”

A wolfish smile spread across Nathaniel’s face as he felt his arousal spike.

“I wouldn’t want to imposition you,” he replied cordially, reaching for her hand.

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