Page 76 of A Virgin for the Duke of Scars
Anger surged through him at the abuse she had suffered at the hands of the sisters.
He did not wait for permission to touch her. He slowly made his way toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. His lips trailed down her neck to her scars, so numerous that he did not know where to begin kissing them.
Instead, he followed his intuition and moved his lips slowly over the ones at the top of her shoulders. He kissed his way down her back as far as he could go before she finally spoke.
“As you can see, I am very bad at following orders,” she murmured.
“So I have noticed.”
He could not hide the smile in his voice. If there was ever a time that he was glad his wife was a rule breaker, it was now.
“When I broke the rules, they punished me. Staying out past sunset with the horses. Not doing the chores properly. Missingprayer time and mealtimes.” Theresa sighed as he traced his fingertips over every scar.
“I would seek justice for you, if you let me.”
“There is no point in seeking justice. It is a life I no longer live.”
She turned around, and he took her in—the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist leading down to the curve of her hips.
The way she held herself apart from him gave him space to drink her in.
The only thing it did was stoke his desire further.
Instead of waiting for her to make the next move, he closed the small gap between them and kissed her. His hands wandered across her delicate collarbones down to her breasts, which he cupped tenderly.
It could not get more perfect than that moment.
When his hands started kneading her breasts, she sucked in a sharp breath. When her nipples pebbled, he kissed his way down to them and swirled his tongue around them.
That was something he had not done before, but Theresa seemed to enjoy it.
One hand pinched her nipple while the other slid down to her sex. As he had anticipated, she was so wet for him.
“You cannot tell me that you do not want this,” he murmured. “Your body is telling me that you do.”
“You have seen all of me,” Theresa whispered. “Do you still want me? Or do you find my scars ugly?”
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your scars do not change a thing about what I feel for you. Let me show you how much I want you, dear wife.”
Aaron moved to turn her around, but she held out a hand to stop him.
“You do not find my scars repulsive, but you still hide your scars from me. Your mask…”
“It is not the scars that make me a beast.”
She seemed to mull this over.
Her hesitation was the only invitation Aaron needed to pull her into him again. This time, she kissed him back and moved his hand to where she ached to be touched. He was surprised by how brazen she was in her affection for him all of a sudden.
He had no problem giving her what she wanted.
But he knew that this was not going to be enough for him tonight. Bringing her to climax would not do anything to quell his arousal.
His cock was rock hard, pulsing with the need to slide inside her. He could practically feel how tight she would be, how good it would feel to bury himself inside her.
Still, he knew he could not ignore the matter of his scars this time.
With a sigh, he pulled back from her.
