Page 52 of A Trap by the Rakish Duke
Aurelia froze, the accusation hitting her like a slap. “Is that what this is about?”
“Yes,” Philip snapped, stepping closer to her. “He was too familiar with you, and I refuse to tolerate it.”
Aurelia’s anger flared. “The Viscount has shown me more kindness in one evening than you have since we were married!”
Philip’s expression hardened. “Kindness? Is that what you think I have denied you? You’ve no idea what I have sacrificed.”
“Sacrificed?” she scoffed. “You have made it perfectly clear that you care more about hating my father than anything else.”
“I care about protecting what belongs to me,” he growled, stepping even closer until they were nearly chest-to-chest.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The tension between them was thick, their breaths mingling in the charged silence. Aurelia’s heart raced, her anger mixing with something she didn’t want to name; something dangerous and foreboding.
“Philip…” she whispered, her voice wavering, but before she could finish, his lips crashed against hers.
The kiss was fierce, desperate, fueled by days of frustration and anger that had simmered between them. Aurelia gasped, her hands gripping the lapels of his coat as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together in unbridled longing.
They hastily stripped each other of their garments, their warm skin connecting as their breaths mingled and their lips sought the other out. Philip leaned over and captured her lithe body in his muscular arms and carried Aurelia to his bed.
“Dear Lord, you will be the death of me,” Philip muttered under his breath as he moved away, taking the time to appreciate his wife’s beauty.
Aurelia had never felt so exposed. Her heavy, luscious breasts boasted erect, pink nipples set upon creamy, dewy skin. Her golden hair cascaded across her breasts and her shoulders in enticing waves and her taut stomach begged Philip for his caresses. Philip’s eyes roamed across every inch of her body with deep appreciation and need as his manhood stood at attention.
“So beautiful,” he muttered, lifting his hands to cup her face as he pulled her in for another kiss.
“Oh, Philip,” Aurelia moaned, as her full, red lips met his.
Slowly, he let his lips trail along her jaw and down to her neck, chest and heaving breasts, peppering her skin with small bites and kisses along the way.
How could anything feel this good?
“I wanted your first time to be gentle, but for the love of everything that is holy, I do not think I can wait any longer. I need to be inside you this instant,” Philip groaned with urgency.
“Then do it, husband.”
Aurelia had not considered the implication of her words, having said them merely because the heroine in her guide addressed her beloved in that way.
Philip grunted deeply as he lowered his hands and grabbed the base of his waiting shaft.
He slid a finger inside her, preparing her for his manhood. Aurelia marveled at his girth as it pulsed and throbbed in anticipation.
After stroking and circling his fingertips against her pearl until her wetness glistened on his fingers, he groaned and inserted himself inside of her. Pain lanced through Aurelia as Philip filled her void and pushed more deeply into her waiting cavern. She gasped in surprise and groaned with pleasure as he filled herwith his heated member, her legs shaking with need, pain and desire..
“Breathe, darling,” Philip pleaded, but there was no turning back now. “I promise to go gently,” he assured her, easing in and out of her gingerly, thrusting more deeply until his rigid rod struck and breached her waiting maidenhood.
Their bodies intertwined, sweat glistening on their skin as their pace increased, Aurelia matching her rhythm with Philip’s as they climbed a pinnacle of ecstasy.
Philip withdrew slightly, his face filled with genuine concern. “Are you hurt?” he asked.
She gasped and pulled him closer to her, grinding her hips to his, willing him not to stop.
Aurelia pressed her lips wetly upon his own, coursing her eager tongue within his mouth and tasting him as he tasted her. Philip pushed his engorged shaft more deeply inside her until he had no more left to offer. She cried out as she felt the waves of heat and the electricity of her nerves bringing her to a climax, the sensation surging through her body.
“My little lamb,” Philip encouraged. “My good girl. Take all of me …”
Their lovemaking grew in its frenzy, bodies slicked together in sweat, their hair matted and their limbs entwined. Aureliascreamed his name as she reached the zenith of her rapture. He arched his back as his seed flowed into her, thrusting until he was utterly spent.
Panting heavily, Philip rolled over carefully as Aurelia slowly shifted herself from beneath his weight.
