Page 27 of A Virgin for the Duke of Scars
“In the next few minutes, the only words I want to hear from you areyes,please, andmore,” he growled in her ear. “Am I understood?”
She let out a tortured gasp as his finger stroked her heated flesh. “Aaron…”
“That one will do as well.”
Theresa bit her lower lip. Did he truly think her still capable of intelligible speech at this point? Her husband must have seriously overestimated her abilities.
Her fingertips dug into the polished wood as his expert fingers stroked her, eliciting a carnal pleasure unlike anything she had ever imagined. Meanwhile, his other hand sought her other breast, tweaking its tip with masterful ease.
It was as if he knew precisely how to draw out maximum pleasure with but a flick of his fingers.
She was not so sure if such a talent was a gift from the heavens or the devil himself. To have her craving, practically grinding her hips into his hand with mindless lust… was this what the Lord truly intended for a union between a man and a woman?
“Do you like that, wife?” Aaron murmured seductively in her ear. “You’re so hot and wet, and I have barely touched you. Tell me, do you like it so much?”
“Yes!” She gasped with a slight nod.
He chuckled, and the vibrations in his chest against her back ignited somethinginside her. A need she did not recognize, but it felt as if her whole body was reaching for it.
For what, exactly?
She let out a frustrated moan when his finger ceased its ministrations on her flesh, only to have it slide inside her while he pressed on that aching bud where the sensations had gathered.
“So tight,” she heard him groan. “So hot and wet and tight for me.”
“Yes!” She gasped. “Aaron, please…”
There. She had used only the words he had commanded her to use. And yet he continued to torment her with his fingers on her breast and in the slick folds between her thighs.
“What do you want, my sweet, obedient little wife?” He purred. “What is it you will have of me?”
“More!” She sobbed. “More, please!”
She felt his warm lips on her neck as he slid another finger inside her. Her eyes widened briefly in shock before another moan, louder, escaped her lips.
“Then you shall have it,” he said, his voice dripping with sensual promise.
At once, his fingers drove into her mercilessly as he pressed on the aching pearl between her legs. Theresa felt as if she were being carried along in a stormy sea, with no harbor in sight. She had lost all control, surrendered it to the man who held it on the tips of his fingers.
“Do you feel that, Theresa? Do you feel what I am doing to you?”
She nodded. “Yes…”
“Good.” His thumb swirled insistently around her bud.
Theresa felt herself splintering into a million and one glittering fragments of dazed ecstasy. A glorious rapture, unlike anything she had ever known, seized her. She slumped, her legs giving way beneath her as shudders wracked her body.
She felt strong arms wrap around her, catching her as she started to slide to the floor in a daze.
“W-What was that…?” She murmured.
“That,” her husband chuckled, “is the pleasure between a man and a woman, my dear.”
She gaped at him in surprise.
Good Lord, if that was how children were made, then she was very much surprised that the world was not overcrowded.
“Now,” he said, his voice astonishingly cool and calm even as she gathered her wits about her. “You will not question me again.”
