Page 78 of A Virgin for the Duke of Scars
In one smooth motion, Aaron showed her exactly what she had been missing out on. While she wished to see him, there was noroom for her to ponder that thought once he thrust into her. He filled her up in a way that she did not know was possible.
“Theresa!” He moaned.
She could scarcely believe that this felt as good for him as it did for her. And yet he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
Aaron gripped her hips and pulled her into him so that he could push deeper inside her. Then, his pace quickened, and his breathing grew labored to match her own. When she thought it might be almost over, he suddenly stopped and slowed his pace.
She recognized that he was taking his time, that he wanted her to enjoy this for as long as possible. For this, she was grateful because she could spend the entire night in this library with him. She could spend forever making love to her husband.
It was not the shameful act she had thought it would be, but rather an incredibly intimate one. Sex with her husband would bind them together for a lifetime, but it was nothing compared to the sheer pleasure that she felt travel down her spine until even her toes curled in response to his body.
“Aaron, please,” she begged.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled. His fingers sank deeper into the soft skin of her hips, but his own movement had ceased. She practically cried out to get him to resume his thrusts.Theresa angled her body back toward him, trying to show him what she wanted.
“More,” she finally managed to say.
“If that is what you want, dear wife.”
And then he rocked into her with his hips, his manhood filling all the spaces inside of her. She moaned his name, encouraging him to keep up his work to pleasure her, making it impossible for her to say anything else of substance.
Finally, she could take it no more and felt herself tip over the edge. But this time, it felt more intense, and it was the only thing she could think about. Pleasure swept through her, more than anything she had ever experienced. It was not like tasting the sweet strawberry pastry that the cook made for her or the freedom of riding a horse.
This was something wholly new to her.
It was a pleasure that she would take again and again if her husband was willing to deliver it to her.
Theresa did not think about the fact that they were in someone else’s home or that there was a crowd waiting on the other side of the door. She just wanted to hear Aaron moan her name again.
She did not have to wait long.
He thrust into her again, and then she felt him start to shake. He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. He grabbed her breasts and kissed down her neck.
“Now you are trulymine,” he growled against her skin.
When he pulled back, the cool night kissed her skin. She shivered, wishing he would stay close.
She admired his body as he dressed, something that he had not done in front of her before. His chest was broad and strong, etched with the hard lines of muscle that she had felt pressed against her back. Even now, she wished that she could reach out and trace a hand over his musculature, letting her fingers trail down to his abdomen.
She noticed that his abdomen was cut in such a way that his hips clearly led into the dip of his pants. Theresa longed to explore those lines, to see his manhood for herself as she had not done with him behind her.
His arms were strong. That much she knew from the way he gripped her and moved her where he wanted her. Still, she was not prepared for the way the muscles covered them, the way the veins spread over his skin.
She wished to kiss her way down his biceps, appreciating every small piece of him.
But she had a more pressing concern on her mind.
Theresa smiled sweetly up at him and made no motion to put her gown back on. Instead, she took a step toward him and said, “If I am yours now, then prove it.”
She lifted her hand to his mask. He allowed her to get closer than he had before, her fingers brushing against the scar that extended from beneath his mask. But he instinctively took a step back from her before she could undo it.
“I see how that is,husband.”
Theresa tried to hide the hurt and anger by busying herself with putting on her gown, but she required his help to fasten the buttons. She refused to face him.
After everything they had shared, he still insisted on rejecting her?
“What is it that you see?” Aaron asked, his fingertips skimming the back of her neck as he lifted her hair to fasten the first button on her dress.
