Page 60 of A Virgin for the Duke of Scars
“You have taken new vows,” he reminded her. “Vows to be my wife, and this is part of your new duties.”
His lips trailed lower, to the neckline of her dress. They brushed over her collarbones, then the swell of her breasts, lingering there a moment longer.
“Marriage is something sacred to the Lord, too, is it not?” Aaron asked.
“Yes,” Theresa murmured. “Marriage was created by the Lord and is a high calling.”
Without conscious thought, she lifted her hand to the back of her husband’s head. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her, feeling his teeth nip her sensitive mounds. Then, she pulled his mouth back up to kiss him as hungrily as he had kissed her just a few moments ago.
“This is more like it,” Aaron whispered against her lips, before letting out a low chuckle. “You are my wife. You will have whatever you ask for. Even me.”
His hand slid from the back of her neck down to her chest. He cupped her breasts, and she was certain that he would have ripped her bodice if they were not in public. That he would have destroyed her gown without a second thought as to its cost or her own modesty.
Theresa arched her back, pushing her breast into his hands. But his gentle caresses would not be enough to satisfy her.
As if he read her mind, his hands moved down to her hips, pulling her against him. Pressed together this way, she knew they should stop and resume this after they arrived back home. The journey back home would be long; perhaps the night air would cool their passions.
Aaron must have realized that she wanted more because his hand moved to her skirt and started pulling it up. When his hand brushed her bare thigh, she pulled away from him.
“Aaron!” She cried out, realizing that she was in a precarious position in this beautiful gazebo, in the midst of a garden party full of his friends and what seemed to be the entireton. “Someone might see us!”
Aaron threw his head back and laughed, a throaty sound that belied his desire for her. This was not the gentle peal of laughter preceding the heated moment. There was no levity in it, only the desperate need he had to show her new things.
“Let them see, then,” he said. “They will know that you aremywife, and I will do what I please. Thetonwill forgive you almost anything as long as you are my wife, remember?”
His hand slid up to the one place that had been aching for his touch this entire time.
Theresa let out a small moan as his fingers slid between her folds, her head lolling back in ecstasy. She was already anticipating what he would do to her, how he wouldundoher.
“How is it you ask me to stop, and yet you are so wet for me?”
Aaron had to know what she wanted. How could he not, when her sex was so slick for him? She could feel it in the way his fingers slid against her—a feeling she had never experienced before she married him.
“Tell me what you want, wife,” he demanded.
“I do not know how to ask for what I want,” she breathed. “What you do to me defies logic, defies reason.”
“Then you will let me do as I please,” he concluded.
Just as she was about to respond, he slid one finger inside her, and all coherent thought flew out of her head.
She bucked her hips against his hand. They moved as if they were no longer a part of her body under her control, but rather as if they had a mind of their own. She gasped when he added a second finger, his thumb pressing against her bud and circling it.
She knew she would not last long.
Aaron paused his ministrations for a moment, and she moaned in frustration, reaching for his fingers to push them back inside her.
“There is something else I would like to share with you,” he said. “Do you trust me, little wife? Do you want me?”
“More than anything,” she whispered.
His lips moved from her neck down her dress, before he bunched up her skirts around her waist and dropped to his knees in front of her. His eyes darkened with hunger. Theresa closed her eyes in anticipation, each of his touches lighting up a new part of her.
He kissed the inside of her knee. Then, his tongue slowly traced a line up her thigh.
Theresa could not stand to watch him. She could not stand how slowly he moved, how his hand moved away from her. But then his lips brushed her inner thigh.
She felt him breathe against her center, the place where his hand had been just a few moments ago.
