His hand trailed over her folds, sending a frisson of pleasure through her body. She felt herself get slick with desire. “Please,” she said, her voice breaking. She did not even know what she was asking for, but her hips lifted up to get more contact with his hand.
He chuckled. “Do not worry, sweetheart. I will give you what you want.” He dipped a finger into her folds, and it brushed against the sensitive little nub within.
Selina’s entire body shuddered. She had touched herself there only a few times in the past, in the privacy of her own room, but Dominic was giving her more pleasure than she had ever dared give herself.
He chuckled as he teased her down there, his fingers moving quickly over her bud. “I love watching your reactions,” he whispered. “I love knowing what I can do to you.”
Selina squirmed. She felt pressure building up inside of her, as if she was going to explode, but before she could, he pulled his hand away from her. She whined. “Please, please, please.” She hardly recognized her own voice in her desperation.
“Do not worry, sweetheart. I am not going anywhere.” His fingers came back a moment later, but instead of teasing her bud, he plunged oneinsideof her.
She cried out in pleasure at the feeling of his finger filling her up.
“You are so tight, sweetheart,” he said, moving his finger in and out of her. “So deliciously tight.” His thumb pressed against her clit before he pushed a second finger inside of her. “Let go for me, sweetheart. I want to watch you fall apart on my bed.”
She did not know what he meant, but as she closed her eyes, she felt that wonderful pressure building up inside of her. She felt like she was going to explode.Let go, he said. So she let herself get lost in the feeling of his hand on her, claiming her.
The pleasure seemed to explode throughout her entire body. Selina let out a shaky moan as she trembled. Slick wetness exploded from her core, but Dominic did not seem to mind.
When the pleasure had subsided enough for Selina to think straight again, her husband withdrew his hand, raised it to his mouth, and licked it clean. “You taste as wonderful as you look, sweetheart.”
“I had no idea it could feel like that,” she said breathlessly.
“It can, if the man knows what he is doing.” He sounded a little smug.
Selina giggled. “And here I thought it was your friend who was the Velvet Duke, not you.”
He chuckled. “Just because I do not seek pleasure with every willing lady I encounter does not mean I have not had my share of experience.”
She reached for his trousers. “I would like to return the favor. But you will have to teach me.”
He smiled, but stayed her hand with his own. “Not tonight,” he murmured. “Right now, I just want to hold you in my arms.”
She smiled and moved closer to him. It was strangely difficult for her to move her body because she felt like a lead weight. Dominic had made her feel more relaxed than she had ever felt in her life.
He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up against him, so her head was resting against his chest. She closed her eyes ashe wrapped his arms around her. “Your arms make me feel safe,” she mumbled. “I have longed for you to hold me, just like this.”
“I am glad to hear it.” His voice shook with emotion as he spoke. “I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to be happy here.”
Selina remembered what he had told her in the carriage, about Eugenia jumping to her death. She also remembered the railings he insisted on being installed on the balcony windows before she moved into the duchess’s suite.He must have been so scared I would share Eugenia’s fate.“I am happy you are my husband,” she said. “Greystone is my home now, and I could not have asked for a better home or family.”
He did not reply. He merely kissed her forehead and held her tighter.
Twenty-Four
Dominic felt exposed and vulnerable, as if he had just bared his soul to Selina. She was still lying against his chest, her body completely relaxed against him. She had wanted him. She told him he made her feelsafe.She could not have given him a better gift if she had tried.
It was so much different with Selina. She welcomed his touch, had gotten pleasure from it, and even confessed that she felt safe in his arms. It was more than he could have ever hoped for. Maybe that was why he let himself open up to her a little more, even though he rarely let himself be so vulnerable with anyone.
But now he felt a little agitated as if he had said something that would hurt him later. He knew that was not the case, but it was difficult to shake that feeling.
He did not know when he drifted off to sleep. But when he woke up, he found Selina sitting up, wearing his dressing robe andsitting in an armchair next to the fireplace. A breakfast cart was already in the room, laden with food and tea for both of them.
He felt a wave of possessiveness at seeing her wear his clothing. “Good morning,” he said, pulling the blankets away from him. “I believe you are wearing my robe.”
She giggled. “Well, I did not want to leave the room to go grab my own robe, and I could hardly put on the ball gown from the night before. I am sure you can manage.” However, as he stood up, wearing only a pair of slightly wrinkled trousers, she blushed and looked away from him.
“Um, would you like breakfast? A servant was kind enough to bring it up for us when I said we were too indisposed to go to the breakfast table.”
