Page 91 of Claimed By the Beastly Duke

“You want me to take you?” he asked.

Her full rosy lips parted to answer his question, and he could not help but stare, transfixed by them.

“Yes, Edwin,” she replied. “I want you to take me right now and here.”

Her lashes fluttered delicately as she looked up at him, and he could feel his heart skip a beat.

He had always known she was beautiful. However, at that moment, she was simply the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He could not believe that a woman so attractive was offering herself to him, especially after he had been rather short with her.

“I want you to take me right now and here.”

Her words echoed in his head, and he finally gave in.

He cupped her face in his hands and brushed his fingers over her flushed cheeks. She trembled slightly at his touch.

She blinked rapidly as she stared up at him with her beautiful ocean-blue eyes.

Edwin’s heart simply could not take it anymore. He leaned in and kissed her.

At first, it was slow and tentative, as though they were trying to discover each other all over again. But soon the kiss deepened, her lips and tongue wrestling with his.

She sighed into his mouth as his warm arms wrapped around her, then curled her hand around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair.

The motion was possessive, and Edwin loved it. It made his heart flutter—something he had never experienced before.

The more they kissed, the longer he wanted it to last. He simply wanted to savor the moment, to kiss her until he committed the feel of her to memory.

Edwin could not help the desire that coursed through his body. It was undeniable; he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

The feel of her lips against his, her body pressed tightly to his, her warm and sweet breath on his skin—it all intoxicated him.

He wanted to take her, right now.

His hands roamed over her body hungrily, despite the undergarments between them. He simply could not stop himself. He wanted to see every inch of her body and touch it. He wanted to wreak pleasure on her body over and over until she climaxed. He wanted nothing more than to watch her quiver on the bed, sated and flushed.

That would not happen if her undergarments remained in the way.

Therefore, Edwin reluctantly broke the kiss and regarded her.

“Your undergarments,” he breathed, “they must come off.”

Ava nodded eagerly, and together they worked to divest her of her undergarments.

Moments later, she stood in front of him, naked from head to toe.

Edwin took several steps back to take her in. If he had thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen when she had her clothes on, then that was simply an understatement. Now, as he stared at her naked body, he could feel his desire triple.

His gaze lingered on the swell of breasts and the curve of her waist. Soft dark brown curls fell down her shoulders and delicately framed her face.

His wife was simply a work of art.

Edwin stared at her intently, committed every inch of her to memory.

“You are staring,” she said shyly.

“I cannot help it. You are simply beautiful,” he rasped, his eyes still raking over her body.

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