Page 66 of The Duke and the Scarred Bride

Her nails dug into his scalp when he bit her nipple, and she gasped when his tongue flicked against the flesh, soothing it. She could tell her breasts were his favourite place as he spent more time on them.

Her body burned with anticipation and the desire to experience sweet relief as she had once before, and she squirmed beneath him to let him know.

He chuckled against her skin, kissing lower and lower till his head was buried in her most intimate place. He inhaled deeply and tasted her with one long stroke of his tongue before his hands spread her out in front of him.

Words escaped her in a flood that she couldn’t contain even though she clapped a hand over her mouth for fear that her cries would worry Tobias or Mrs. Owens.

Even though it was only the second time he would be touching her this way, Percival found even more sensitive spots that threatened to drive her insane. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would always be like this between them.

He pulled away from her too suddenly, and she feared he would abandon her again. She sat up, pulling the bedcovers around her.

“Are you leaving?” she asked, unable to keep the fear out of her voice.

He turned back to her, cocking his head to study her. “I do not intend to,” he answered.

“Oh.”

He smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt, not knowing where to look as he did so. When he threw it on the floor, her eyes went wide, not at the scars covering his chest but at the sheer width of him.

He was beautiful. So beautiful that her mouth went dry at the sight of him.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. When his hands went to his breeches, she closed her eyes. His dark chuckle tempted her to open her eyes, but she kept them firmly shut.

“If you are going to be this frightened, dear wife, then I will have to return to my chambers.”

No!

Her eyes popped open, and she started, not expecting him to be so close to her or that he was practically naked.

Her eyes widened at the sight of his proud, jutting member, and she paled, wondering how he would fit inside her when he was as large as he was.

“You look frightened,” he murmured as he settled above her.

His weight above her signified the intimacy of the moment, and she flushed deeply. She could feel every inch of him against every inch of her and with her legs spread about him, his very excited member was at the core of her woman hood.

“Have I ever told you that I like how beautifully you flush everywhere?” he purred, propping himself up on his elbows to keep his weight off her. “Like a ripe peach. But you taste sweeter.”

He really had such a dirty manner.

He moved over her, and she felt his member nudge her sex, the sensation unfamiliar yet inviting. He groaned, and she decided right then that she had never heard anything more beautiful.

“I don’t know how to pleasure you,” she mumbled vulnerably.

“You already are,” he answered, moving above her again.

His entire body was taut, and she wondered if he were perhaps in pain.

“I don’t think I can go gently, Louisa,” he groaned, lining himself with her entrance.

She felt the head of his member poking her, and she immediately tensed in fear of what was to come.

“Will it hurt?” she asked.

“It will at first, but I will try to make it good for you.”

She nodded then and tried to relax, her eyes closing in anticipation as she felt him slide inside her. It was only the head, but he felt so good inside her that he stole her breath. She moved her hips, needing to feel him deeper, but he stilled her.

“Open your eyes, wife,” he demanded. “I want to see you when I finally claim you as mine.”

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