Page 79 of Ravished By the Beastly Duke

“These must come off,” she whispered as she moved to unfasten them.

With a wicked smile on his face, he held her back, and in the blink of an eye, he had divested himself of his clothing.

She gasped as she saw him—allof him. Her heart beat faster as she gazed upon his magnificent body.

His muscles might as well have been sculpted by God himself, and his body was beyond beautiful. His body was a testament to the raw, vigorous military training that he had been subjected to for more than half of his life.

She could not believe that the man standing right in front of her washers.

The muscles of his arms were taut, and his firm chest was covered by tufts of dark hair.

He looked like he could break her with ease, and yet she knew she could trust him with her life. She knew he would protect her even if it was the last thing he would do.

Her eyes traveled further down, from his chest to his abdomen, which was flat but taut on the edges.

However, it was the scars on his sides that undid her. His scars were white and prominent, and they attested to his strength, making him even more irresistible to her.

He was one of the strongest men she had ever met. A man who, despite everything he had survived, still stood strong in front of her, vulnerable, trusting.

She traced her finger over the lines, simply fascinated by them. He did not resist her touch.

As she touched them, her stomach tightened with desire and awe.

He shivered under her touch, and she had never felt more desirable, more powerful than at that moment.

It was incredible that a single touch from her was enough to make a man as strong as him, a man who had fought battles, tremble.

And just further down, she spotted his member. It was more beautiful than she had ever imagined, and just looking at it, she forgot to breathe for a moment.

Her fingers ached to touch it, to feel it, and to finally take it inside her.

Just the mere thought of it made her hot all over, and she blushed.

She looked up at her husband, and she found him watching her so intensely that her skin prickled. His expression was dark, but his intent was evident in his eyes.

“You are simply magnificent,” she whispered.

A wicked smile curved his lips, and the next moment, he lifted her off her feet.

She giggled when he laid her on his bed, which she had shared with him on another occasion—an occasion that was very different from this one.

Her eyes did not leave his, not for once. His eyes ran over her body, and his tense muscles told her that his restraint was only hanging on by a thread.

He leaned down, and while she thought he would kiss her, he instead kissed her neck and collarbone.

It was slow and soft, as though he was savoring her. When he ran his tongue and lips down her throat to the valley between her breasts, she arched her back, craving to be closer to him.

Each kiss he planted on her body led him further towards her core.

And when he finally dipped his tongue in her folds, she whimpered. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding him in place while she bucked as the weight of her pleasure held her down.

He tormented her until she was writhing beneath him. She gasped and trembled when she finally found release.

She watched the wicked smile on his face widen while she lay beneath him, panting.

She only had a moment to catch her breath before he claimed her lips once again.

When his hand moved to his manhood, she was ready, her core clenching with anticipation.

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