Page 48 of A Virgin for the Duke of Scars
Theresa stared at him defiantly, egging him to continue undressing her.
When her nightgown slipped beneath her breasts, he cupped them in his warm palms. His fingers circled her small nipples, and they immediately pebbled in his hands. He moaned in the back of his throat, his erection pressing into her backside.
Aaron wished he could pull her nipples into his mouth, taste them, and swirl his tongue around them until she moaned. He knew that he needed to do more than that right now, though. To please her the way he did last time.
Roughly, he pushed the nightgown down her hips and to the floor so that she stood completely naked before him.
His eyes landed on the scars that marred her back. He wondered how he could have missed them that first time, if not for his sheer desperation to have the little nun. Tonight, he wanted to stop and kiss each one of them, but she did not seem to notice his gaze on her scars.
Not wanting to interrupt the moment, he said nothing. But he resolved to ask her about them later. Vowed to avenge her, even.
“Do you remember the rules?” He asked, his voice husky in her ear.
“The only words are yes, please, and more,” Theresa said quietly as his hands roamed over her skin.
He trailed his fingertips between her breasts and down her stomach, stopping to grab her hips.
“Please,” she begged. “Aaron,please.”
Her plea, the blatant desire on her face, almost undid him. He had become so accustomed to women running from him whenhe attempted to seduce them, but here was his little nun, eager for his touch.
He slipped his hand between her legs, which parted without him having to ask this time. He touched her gently at first, circling her with one finger while she moaned quietly.
He needed more, though. Needed to feel her slick walls around him.
He nudged her legs farther apart and slid one finger deep inside her. She thrust her hips forward to meet his hand, and he chuckled against her neck, the sound coming out as a growl.
“How is that, dear wife?” He murmured.
“More,” she panted. “Please.”
Always willing to oblige his wife, Aaron slid a second finger inside her and brushed his thumb over her bud.
“I wish you knew how incredible you feel.”
He paused, but then she put her hand over his, forcing him to resume his ministrations.
She was eager for him, then. He could have guessed as much from the wetness between her legs. He had been with many women, but none as eager for a simple touch as his littlenun. She had been deprived for so long that she would accept anything he wanted to do to her.
And there wasplentyhe wanted to do to her.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him so that she could feel his erection against her backside. She gasped at the feel of him, but then tilted her head back as he slipped his hand between her legs again.
As his fingers moved faster, circling her and sliding in and out of her, she started to shake.
“Can you stand?” He asked, wondering if he should carry her to the bed.
He loved watching himself pleasure her, wanted her to see the things he could do to her.
“Yes,” she said, still playing their game. “But please, don’t stop.”
“As you wish, Duchess,” he said, increasing the pressure on her bud until she was panting with desire for him.
Her knees began to wobble and give out, so that he had to hold her in an upright position. Briefly, he considered taking her across the room to her bed to continue the moment, if not for her obvious exhaustion.
She cried out so loud that he feared the servants might hear and come running, but he had the foresight to shut the door. Surely, they could tell the difference between a lady in distress and one in the throes of pleasure.
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