Page 75 of Her Wicked Duke
Within the hour, he became her husband.
It did not feel real, even when Anne was addressed byYour Graceas she entered Haverdshire Castle. Or when she realized her title was now the Duchess of Winsor.
It did not feel real, even as her trunks were unloaded from the carriage. Nor did it feel real when, after the wedding breakfast and party, Alexander sidled up behind her as he brought her into their bedroom.
Our bedroom.
His hands wrapped around her waist. His mouth pressed to her cheek, to her neck, to her shoulder.
“Well, wife,” he murmured, smiling.
She felt his smile against her skin as she leaned back against him. He kissed across her shoulder, back to her neck. It was sensual, filled with lust and warmth.
This was a moment they had both waited for, for a long time.
“Husband,” she replied, her voice soft.
She leaned her head back against his chest, giving him more access to her neck. She had always loved howbighe was, how small she was in comparison.
“I believe I’m due my final reward,” he told her, sliding his hands down her arms to grasp her wrists. “Am I not?”
Anne smiled as he nuzzled her jaw. “You need rewarding for marrying me, Alexander?” she teased.
He growled softly against her skin. “Youare my ultimate reward.”
With that, he pulled her wrists behind her back, holding her still. She gasped and was surprised by the flare of heat it sent through her.
With one hand, he kept her pinned. With the other, he explored her body. His hand cupped her breast, kneading and squeezing it with a ravishing passion. He growled against her ear, toying with one breast and then the other.
It was not slow, but it was sensual. And Anne was grateful. After waiting for so long to be desired by him, she thought this slow pleasuring would make her want to tear her hair out.
“Your gown is beautiful,” Alexander whispered, his teeth dragging across the nape of her neck. “But you would look much more beautiful in your naked glory.”
She was learning to enjoy being called beautiful again, after Patrick’s advances and letters. And, especially in hers and Alexander’s bedroom, the compliment swept through her with a warm wave of desire.
Alexander’s hand was heavy as it slid down her dress, stopping just shy of the secret spot between her legs.
“Say please,” he teased when her hips gyrated, searching for that delicious friction he had made her feel last time. He tapped her hipbone. “Ask me for what you want, Anne.”
With her hands being pinned behind her back, she was utterly at his mercy, but there was no other way she’d have it.
“I want you over me,” she gasped as he moved his hand back up to her breasts to toy with her stiff nipples. Her chest pressed against his hand the harder she panted. “I want you to give me every pleasure imaginable.”
“And yet I still have not heard the wordplease,” he purred. “Say it, my dear, or we shall not be continuing.”
“Please,” she moaned when he pinched her nipples one after the other, rolling them between his fingers. Her body was his to have and to touch and to do with whatever he pleased. “Please, Alexander.”
He hummed, and she felt the vibrations in her chest. “Good girl.”
And then, she was pushed forward, so she had no choice but to brace herself on her hands as she fell onto their bed. It was a beautiful piece of furniture, a four-poster bed with gossamer curtains that Alexander had already told her he’d fitted ahead of her arrival.
The sheets were dark, as she had imagined, and he turned her onto her back, splaying her over them. Her hair fell around her head, blending into the silk beneath her.
“You are divine,” he told her, his mouth trailing kisses down her dress as he undid each lace and clasp, and then he peeled the fabric off her skin. He dragged it down her ankles, leaving her bare.
But it was not enough.
Anne cupped him over his breeches, desperate for his body, too.
