Page 73 of His Ruined Duchess

Selina was forced to bite back a moan as Hugh rolled her nipple between his fingers, his other hand searching out the growing heat and wetness of her core. Her legs splayed wide for him, and she was held so closely to Hugh’s body that she could feel the hardness of his manhood against her back.

A finger swiped across her seam. “Oh, precious. You are so ready for me.”

Hips bucking at the sensation, Selina quickly brought her knuckles to her mouth, biting them to keep herself from crying out. Her mind was a swirling mess as the need inside her grew. Her body seemed to move on its own as Hugh teased her,rocking up and down against his touch. It didn’t take long for him to slip deeper, two fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her tip and pressing it hard.

“Ugh,” she whimpered against her knuckles, pain hitting them as her teeth closed down tighter.

“That’s it, my darling.” Hugh ran his fingers in circles around the needy bud, pinching her nipple as he murmured against her neck. “Seek out your pleasure. Use my touch as you will.”

“Hugh… I… oh, God…” Selina was already so close to the precipice of her desire; the sensations Hugh delivered were beyond incredible.

Without warning, Hugh plunged his fingers into her depths, his thumb resting against that overworked bud as he pumped in and out of her. Selina could remember the hallway of that party all those months ago, how wild and wonderful it had felt to have him take her in such a public setting.

She was realizing that his penchant for risky interactions was one she shared.

The carriage was filled with the sounds of her labored breathing, and Hugh never stopped working her, whispering deliciously filthy words to her as his own straining need was thick and potent behind her. Selina rocked her hips as she sat with her legs spread so wide for him. It drove his fingers deeper while offering the stimulation Selina was sure her husband was desperate for.

Whimpering as he did, Hugh thrust his fingers quicker, still twirling her nipple about in his other hand. He hooked his digits up into this amazing spot within her, one he seemed to find so readily, and pressed hard, drawing small circles against the needy flesh.

Warmth and wetness pooled in her center as Hugh claimed her with just his hand, and Selina’s eyes screwed up tight as she rushed ever faster toward the edge of that invisible cliff. She ground herself against his touch, achingly close now.

“Please… please, Hugh… I must…”

“Yes, darling. Let me feel you. Ugh,” he thrust into her harder, nipping at her neck, “the feel of you is utter perfection. I shall never tire of it.”

The words and sensations all swirled together to create something magical, and Selina flew off the edge of that cliff, soaring out into the sky as she fell apart around Hugh’s fingers. It was consuming, and she had to force herself to remain quiet with everything she had.

But that fact only seemed to heighten the bliss.

Selina rode the high of her climax for several moments until the carriage bumped over rougher ground and its speed slowed. They were arriving at the estate. Quietly, Hugh slipped from her, rearranging Selina’s attire so that nothing was a miss. She could hardly think during the entire process, and before she knew it, the tiger was at the coach door to help them descend.

Hugh stepped around her and then turned back to the carriage, meeting Selina’s lust-tired eyes. He grinned and reached for her, sweeping his new bride up into his arms before her feet could touch the ground.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Hugh said to the fleet of servants who’d waited at the estate steps to welcome them home, “mywifeis quite exhausted from this morning’s adventure. We shall ring if we need anything, but for now, we intend to meet everyone at the celebration after a short rest.”

“Of course, Your Grace.”

Hugh carried Selina all the way up to their bedroom—once his that she would now share with him—and laid her down on the bed, glancing over her with a wolfish grin.

“You look so beautiful like this.”

Selina offered a crooked grin, furrowing her brow as she pushed herself up on her elbows.

“Like what?”

“Still glowing with the rush of pleasure.” Hugh’s words immediately made her blush all the harder, and then he was upon her again, crashing his lips on hers, and he fumbled with her ties and layers to get her naked. “But you look even better when you don’t have all the damned clothes on you.”

Selina chuckled, helping her husband to strip her bare. It didn’t take long with the haste of their movements, and she proceeded directly to Hugh’s clothes, working him free of them so that they could lie together finally.

“I have been thinking about this moment all day,” she whispered.

“Oh, and why is that?” Hugh dragged kisses along her skin, from lips to neck to chest and beyond. “We have hardly kept our hands off each other for the past month.”

“Yes, but—” a moan interrupted her words as Hugh’s tongue found her hips and then danced lower and lower. “Now we do this as man and wife. There’s a special energy about that.”

Hugh looked up at her from between her thighs and smiled. “There is,wife. And I plan to keep you here in our marital bed until we’re forced to go to that damned party.”

Selina laughed, shaking her head to herself. Hugh had hardly been the master of etiquette before they were together. Still, now that their relationship was official, he’d become even less concerned about maintaining proper decorum around her. She’d never admit it, but she loved it.

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