“You are exquisite,” he breathed, his voice thick. “And you are mine, my Duchess.”
He backed her fully against the cold wall, his body pressing his weight into her, letting her feel the hard, undeniable evidence of his arousal.
His hands were everywhere. Tracing the lines of her waist, back and forth, before settling on the curve of her hip, all the while pulling her flush against him.
“You asked what I would do, Duchess,” he growled. He pressed his hips tighter against hers, eliciting a sharp, needy gasp. “I will show you that when I claim you in public, I will take you in private.”
“What if someone finds us?”
“Let them dare to come between me and what is mine.”
“But…but…” She mumbled but didn’t find any more words of protest.
She wanted him. Urgently. She wanted his kiss, his touch, his heat—and this need defeated every rational part of her.
“Do you not want this, Isla?”
“Aye… I do,” she said as her eyes traveled to his broad chest.
She reached out then, pressing and leaning against him as one would use a wall to prevent fainting.
I am so inexperienced, unsure of what to do. Everythin’ is happenin’ impossibly fast, and yet not fast enough as blood rushes to parts of meself I didnae ken existed!
“Oh, Duchess,” he rasped, his head tipping back for a moment as she shook it from side to side. “Whatever will I do to you,” he said as he lowered his head and took her mouth again, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth as he began to lick her lips. “You are truly a delight for the senses.”
He bent over to hike up her dress, his hand dipping beneath the hem of her gown and running up the curve of her silk-clad leg. She moaned into his chest as she put her head on him, unable to control her response to him.
She was trembling—from fear, from wonder, from the dizzying rush of something entirely new. Every breath seemed borrowed, every heartbeat too loud in her ears. She had imagined what it might mean to be a wife, but nothing had prepared her for this.
She did not know what he meant to do, only that her body leaned toward his as if it already knew.
Finally, he reached the delicate skin of her inner thigh, and she sighed in sheer relief. He trailed his fingers up and down the soft, delicate, and untouched part of her until he found himself at her entrance.
“Oh!” Her body wriggled involuntarily, another moan escaping her lips.
He ran his touch slowly over the wet folds. He let out a groan as he pressed forward and found the core of her, exploring every inch. His fingers were firm, mapping the contours of her body, exploring her without hesitation.
“Yes, just like that,” he encouraged, as her eyes fluttered closed. “This is as much for me as it is for you. Trust me.”
“I cannae see how,” she moaned as she opened her legs wider.
“Relax for me, Isla. Enjoy this.”
His words coursed through her body, melting her worries, her reluctance. She pressed her head onto his bare chest and moaned.
He increased the pressure as he worked her, his thumb stroking rhythmically against her bud, making her see stars where there were none. Isla pushed against his hand, instinctively seekingmore and not caring what she looked like. All she felt was neediness.
She bit her lip to hold back a cry, her hands anchoring themselves in the thick, dark hair at the back of his neck then. She felt like she was drowning in him.
“Look at me, Isla,” he commanded softly, pulling her gaze back to his as her emerald eyes fluttered open. “You are not appalling. You are magnificent.”
“Do ye really think so? How can a man like ye…”
“You are so beautiful, so brave. Let me pleasure you.”
“What do I do?” she moaned. “I want to make you feel good too.”
“Relax your muscles and say my name when you come. You can do that, surely,” he purred.
