“So good for me,” he mumbled against her skin. “So beautiful and sweet.”
She was practically shaking as his mouth was on her. But as he started to tease her with his tongue, he slowly pushed his index finger inside of her.
Oh, she was tight. Her body stiffened up from the intrusion, and her grip on his hair tightened.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” he said, looking up at her. Her face was flushed, and she panted hard as she looked at him with dark eyes full of desire. “Just relax for me.”
She nodded and leaned back against the pillows as he slowly pushed his finger in and out of her while he licked her sensitive little bud. He pushed the finger a little deeper every time, but she slowly relaxed.
After a moment, when she was ready, he added a second finger, careful to stretch her out and prepare her for him.
Her body started shaking from pleasure, and he knew she was about to climax. Just before she went over the edge, he pulled away from her.
She whined in response, and he chuckled. “I want you to come while I am inside you, my love. Not before.” He straightened up and positioned the tip of his shaft at her entrance as he gazed down at her.
Her eyes were slightly glazed over, and she bit her lip as he prodded at her entrance slightly. He searched for any sign ofhesitance or reluctance and could not find any. He smiled down at her. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”
She nodded. “Please, Evan.”
Carefully, he pushed himself into her. She was still so tight, and she felt like absolute heaven. He groaned, restraining himself from completely burying himself in her.
Joanna gasped and grabbed at the blankets underneath her to ground herself. She winced a little, and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead, whispering reassurances to her.
“You are doing so well, my love,” he said, kissing her temple. “You are so perfect for me.” He captured her lips with his own and waited for her to relax again. Soon, the pain inside of her subsided, and he started to move his hips, thrusting into her over and over.
Joanna gasped. “Evan,” she cried out, her voice hoarse with need.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered. His voice sounded broken to his own ears. He kissed her neck as his thrusts sped up, unable to stop himself from chasing his own pleasure with her. He reached between them to play with her again. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Let go for me, sweetheart.”
Her body shuddered as she came, her eyes going wide with ecstasy. Her inner walls squeezed him, which was enough tosend him over the edge. He inhaled sharply and buried his face in her neck as complete bliss overtook him and he came inside of her.
For a moment, they clung to each other as they returned to reality. The hazy bliss slowly cleared from his mind, and he eventually had enough wherewithal to pull out of her and roll onto his back.
Joanna curled up against him, shivering.
“Are you cold?” Quickly, he pulled the blankets over them both. “Are you all right, my love?”
Joanna nodded and kissed her chest. “That felt amazing,” she said. “I didn’t know it could feel that good.” She smiled up at him. “Although I suppose I would not have enjoyed it as much with any other partner.”
He grinned down at her, feeling a rush of satisfaction. “At least we know we don’t disappoint each other in bed.”
She giggled. “I knew you would not disappoint me. I was only worried about my own skill.”
“You were perfect, my love. But I never had any doubt about that.” He reached out to playfully tap her nose. “You are by far the best prey I have ever hunted.”
She grinned up at him. “And I am glad you are the one who hunted me.”
He leaned down to kiss her again, tenderly, as affection swelled inside of him. “I love you, my duchess,” he whispered softly. “I will love you for all eternity.”
She smiled up at him, her eyes already expressing her feelings, even as she opened her mouth to speak. “I love you, too, my duke. Forever and always.”
EPILOGUE
She was late.
Evan looked at his pocket watch with impatience as the tea on the table grew cold. The tea shop was emptier now that the Season was over. A month after his wedding with Joanna, most of the peerage had left for their country homes. They were soon going to follow, but both of them wanted to experience London as a married couple first.
He smiled as the door opened and the young lady entered. Her dark eyes scanned the room and soon rested on him. He stood up as she approached. “Your Grace,” he said, bowing to her.
