Page 49 of A Virgin for the Duke of Scars
When she finally caught her breath, Theresa turned around and faced her husband. She was still naked, but she felt no shame, no hurry to put her nightgown back on.
“I didn’t know that it would feel like this,” she breathed. “That it can feel sogood to be touchedthere. But there is still something missing.”
She felt brave after the display of passion between them. He had seen her completely naked, had made her watch him touching her in the mirror.
She felt the tables were never quite turned on him. His mask was still covering his face, as ever, and she desired to look upon him the way he had feasted on her.
Theresa wanted to bring him just as much pleasure as he had given her. She just didn’t know how.
But she did know a good place to start, and she believed that after this, she was brave enough to try.
She reached up slowly, her hands trembling. She made no sudden movements, and he watched her every step of the way to see what it was that she wanted, what she would do to him.
Her hands brushed the edge of his mask when he grabbed her wrists firmly. Aaron’s fingers locked around her hands, pushing them away from the mask and back to her sides.
Tears welled up in her eyes at the rejection, but she fought to stay strong. She was a duchess, after all.HisDuchess. She was sure she shouldn’t cry in public.
Aaron said nothing about her desire to see him, but she couldn’t hold the words back.
“I suppose I should be grateful for your mask. Were it not for it, I may have fainted from embarrassment.” She let her hands drop to her waist, and he released them. “I would never stand a chance against you.”
Embarrassed by such an admission, Theresa blushed and clapped both hands over her mouth. She was afraid she had spoken out of turn, that her words had offended him. He was so protective of his mask, and the last thing she wanted was to offend him after he had just donethatto her.
He said nothing, but she continued hiding her face.
Curious to know what he was thinking about her admission, she finally looked up between her fingers to find him staring intently at her.
“Is that so, my little wife?” His laughter was barely hidden behind the question.
“Stop mocking me…” Theresa started, but she never got the chance to assert her pride or the honesty of her statement.
Aaron had leaned in slowly and tilted his head to the right. She lifted her head slightly before their lips collided.
At first, the press of his lips against hers was soft as he explored her. He nipped the seam of her lips, testing the waters.
Feeling no resistance, his lips parted further, and his tongue darted out, teasing her lower lip. Her eager tongue met his, a careful touch and dance between them. He retreated, and she pursued. She retreated, and he pursued.
He backed her up against the wall, his body pressed against hers from the chest down. Heat flared between them, consuming her thoughts. How could she feel this tingling sensation racing from her scalp to her toes when she had already taken so much pleasure?
This kiss overwhelmed her, and it could not have been one-sided. Not with the way she could feel his manhood poking her belly.
For the first time, she understood what the sisters meant when they said that kissing led to making babies. Because she most certainly would not mind making babies right here and now with her husband.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her so close that their breaths mingled. A small moan escaped her lips, a whimper for what he was doing to her body.
The sound was enough to make him pull back slightly, their noses brushing.
“You would not kiss me like this with my mask gone,” he said sadly. “And I would very much like you to continue kissing me like this forever.”
“And your rules, dear husband?”
“You may break them all,” he rasped. He kissed her once more on the lips before trailing his lips to her cheek. “I will bid you goodnight here, little wife. I hope you will dream of me tonight.”
Theresa could not think of anything else she would rather dream about tonight than his touch, his kiss. He stepped out of the room without so much as a backward glance, leaving her standing there, her nightgown a heap on the floor.
Would she ever get used to his hot-and-cold nature?
She pulled her nightgown back on, but not before studying her body in the mirror, seeing it as Aaron saw it. The swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, the hidden place between her legs, the shape of her thighs.
