Page 81 of A Gamble with the Rakish Duke
“Ride me, Alexandra. You know what to do,” Oliver purred, meeting her heavy-lidded eyes.
His wife held onto his shoulders, taking the reins of the man she loved. She couldn’t think of anyone else she could trust with her body and her life. Then, she rode him.
At first, it was a gentle canter, with her moving down and up slowly and deliberately. Then, she quickened her pace. The slapping of their skin and pants seemed to surround them as she felt his length hit places that made her eyes water and the coil in her belly tighten.
Tighter it became and ready to burst.
“That’s it, Alexandra. You are a goddess,” Oliver murmured.
Alexandra was trembling so hard that she could barely keep up the pace. Her husband must have sensed it because he gripped her hips hard and thrust up into her at a punishing pace.
“Yes, Oliver. Yes. That way. Please. God. No,” she moaned, no longer caring that the words did not make sense in the heat of her passion.
Oliver grunted as he spread her legs further apart and kept on thrusting. She was now convulsing with pleasure, and he soothed her by tonguing her nipples as he continued ramming into her.
Alexandra pushed her breasts together, wanting him to take them. Wanting him to take all parts of her. Swallow her whole and sink into her.
They were one. Body. Soul. Mind.
He suckled hard, pulling at her nipple with his hungry mouth but not pausing his thrusts. Alexandra reached the pinnacle, seeing stars behind her eyes. She felt weak and strong at the same time, her limbs loose even as Oliver flipped her over so that she was lying on her back. His final thrusts were more erratic, driving her to another release.
Then another.
Oliver was relentless this time.
“I’ve missed you,” he groaned as he slowed down his pace and spilled his seed into her.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she said, pulling him down to her chest.
They were both drenched in sweat, but they didn’t care. They were sated. Loved.
“I love you. Please remember that, Alexandra. I wish that I had gotten to know you earlier. Loved you more. Made you safe. You shouldn’t have to go to places like Devil’s Draw. They are hell on earth,” Oliver said sincerely.
“I love you, too. While I wished I’d gotten to know you earlier, I must experience things on my own, Oliver. I can’t forever be the sheltered woman who only thinks of fairytales and romance.”
“You’re not that kind of woman either, Alexandra,” Oliver said in mock indignation, looking up at her face, his chin resting lightly on her breasts.
She giggled. She loved that he knew her enough to say those things.
“But perhaps I am now a fan of licentious literature,” she teased.
“Ah, that is something I can support. We will find more copies of such books if that will make you more amorous,” he agreed.
“I am amorous whenever I’m with you,” she admitted.
“Then it means our next mission won’t be much of a challenge,” he murmured, his breath warm on her naked skin.
“What mission?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Filling this house or the country estate with children,” he said, looking serious.
“Oh.”
Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
He was gone. Six months after his schemes crumbled, Lord Hartwell had to leave the country, reduced to a much humbler existence.
