Page 74 of Her Duke in the Dark

“What do you think?” he asked playfully.

She grinned. “You are exquisite, my husband,” she purred. “But you already know this.”

Peter felt victorious. When Lavinia agreed to be his wife, he had won such a great deal. She would be with him tonight and every night hereafter for as long as they both lived.

The comfort in such a notion was overpowering.

He lowered himself above her, kissing her neck, her chest, her stomach—every inch of her skin.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too.” Peter looked her in the eye before he devoured her lips.

He took his time and allowed the moment to last.

Once they pulled away from each other, he gently began to trace his fingers over her upper thighs.

He held her legs, caressed them gently, and finally parted them.

Lavinia gasped. “What are you doing?” she asked innocently.

“I’m getting you ready.”

Her lips pursed. “As you did once before?”

Peter recalled the night he had pleasured her at Crawford Hall. Even though that experience had been sensational, he had other plans for this evening.

“No, darling,” he said, brushing his fingers through her hair. “What I want to do now is quite different.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “But I must warn you. What comes next might hurt a bit.”

“Try me,” Lavinia taunted.

Peter kissed her again, then whispered, “So brave. So willing. So lovely.”

He stared into her eyes, watching her reaction as he thrust into her. Lavinia gasped at the feeling. Her fingernails dug into his skin. Peter felt her hips pushing against him.

“Calm down,” he said as he stroked her waist, trying to help her relax.

Her breasts heaved. He kissed her sweetly then and waited for her to speak again.

“Oh, Peter,” she said.

And that was his cue.

He increased his pace, and she moaned with every thrust. Her glorious moans incited him; he thrust harder and faster, making her feel every stroke. His eyes never left her face. He wanted to see how she would react to every move.

“Lavinia,” he grunted as he came close to the edge.

Their breaths mingled, and their moans grew louder. The night was filled with passion and grace. The moon was their witness as they fulfilled their fantasies.

Finally, the longing and the hiding had come to an end. They were no longer hiding their feelings. It would be just them, together.

Soon, the room was filled with screams of pleasure as they came. But that night did not simply end. It went on until the moon abandoned the sky.

And then, when the daylight sparkled across the horizon, shedding light on a new day, Peter continued to love Lavinia with his body and soul. She belonged to him, and his heart belonged to her.

The End?