Page 80 of A Gamble with the Rakish Duke
It seemed impossible. She was the spinster who could not find a husband. She didn’t want one. He was a wealthy duke. If her father was telling the truth, then her husband was indeed getting richer.
Perhaps her father had done her a favor by marrying her off to a duke. It might be the last good thing he did for her and she didn’t know it back then.
“I do. I had never felt like this with any other woman. Most women only wanted my title and money. My standing in Society. But you—you made me want you without even trying.”
“I hid a secret from you, Oliver,” she reminded him.
“As you said, it was during a time we didn’t know each other well. We were strangers.”
“Yes. I-I love you, too, Oliver. I think I’ve known it for a while. I didn’t like how it made me vulnerable, afraid that if you found out what my secrets were, you would bolt and leave. I caredabout what you think of me. I wanted you to see me as someone who could live off her own money, but I was drowning because of my father.”
“You love me too?” Oliver asked, turning her chair around so that she could face him.
“Yes,” she whispered shyly.
Oliver didn’t wait for another moment. He pressed his lips to hers, and Alexandra quickly deepened the kiss. She clutched at his arms, squeezing them, then looped her arms around his neck while he wrapped her legs around his waist.
He was already hard, making her let out another moan. She ground her hips against him, trying to feel more of him. His heat and hardness rubbed between her legs where she needed him most.
But they were still fully clothed, and it was frustrating.
Oliver carried her to her bed and laid her down gently. Alexandra spread her legs to accommodate him. He took off his clothes, impatient and hungry for her. When he was fully naked, he kneeled between her thighs. She was still in her chemise, but she was the most alluring woman he had ever seen.
“Do you like this chemise, my darling wife?” he asked, his voice nearly a growl.
“I do,” she panted.
“Then I am terribly sorry. I must tear it off you. I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you plenty.”
With that final warning, he tore her chemise, revealing her nakedness. She was just as eager, arching into him, offering her breasts. His eyes darkened, the sight making his manhood throb.
“I’ve missed this,” he groaned as he dipped his head to taste her.
His lips were so close to her turgid nipples, but he wanted her to squirm. To beg. To want it. He blew hot air on them, making her whimper. Then, he licked one after the other as she ground her hips against his. When he sucked on one hard, she yelped.
“Oh, hush, dear wife, if you don’t want to wake up the whole household,” he teased.
Alexandra giggled softly, but then she whimpered again when her husband slowly drew her nipple back into the heat of his mouth.
“I need you now, Oliver. Please,” she begged, her voice breathy.
Oliver could remember when she was still an innocent, uncertain of what she wanted.
He loved her then. He loved her even more now.
Alexandra’s vision blurred as the pleasure washed over her. Her husband was eager to torment her with his tongue. That tongue knew just how to lick each nipple, and with his teeth, he grazed and nibbled on the tingling, sensitive spot.
A punishment?
No. Everything he did to her made her wild with love and desire. She never thought it possible before.
“I will always give you what you want,” Oliver said as he pulled her up until he was seated on his lap. His erection stood between them, teasing the lips of her sex.
“W-What do I do now? How do you want me?” Alexandra panted.
“Lower yourself onto me,slowly,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with passion as he fisted the base of his hard length.
Alexandra did as she was told, sinking down onto him slowly, feeling every ridge and vein in his manhood. She was wet enough to make the descent comfortable, but the stretch was what made her want it more.
