Page 126 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
“It was—you—who—ah—” Her hands slid into his hair, tugging. “You who asked them to be here.”
“For our wedding, yes,” Alexander purred. “But now, I intend to spread those pretty legs of yours on our marital bed, and have you screaming my name right through until breakfast.”
“Alexander,” she moaned softly as he pressed his hips to hers, letting her feel the hard length in his breeches.
He ground against her, having her gasping and aching for him within no time at all. “Have me immediately.”
“Gladly,” he whispered, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss, full of tongue and teeth.
She moaned into his mouth, arching herself higher into him. He had one hand braced against the wall, next to her head, his other on her hips. She could barely wait for him to undress, for she yanked at his breeches, pulling his length free.
Her hand closed around him, tugging in the way he had long taught her. Alexander let out a harsh groan as he began to lift up her skirts.
“Ride me,” he whispered against her mouth. “Let me pull you to the bed and have your legs straddle me until you cannot hold yourself up any longer.”
“Yes,” she gasped when his hand cupped her beneath her dress, already finding her wet and aroused.
He palmed her folds, pulling back to watch her with dark eyes, as he slid one digit into her. “I do not need that.”
“Impatient, are you, wife?”
“Yes,” she admitted, too needy to even tease.
When he continued to toy with her, Madeleine pushed him back. He blinked, surprised, but Madeleine was there again, her hands pressed to his chest as she pushed him back onto the bed.
Alexander fell back with a surprised laugh, and Madeleine wasted not one moment in loosening her dress, letting it pool to the floor. She did not yet even bother with her corset or chemise.
Alexander parted his lips as he gazed up at her. “Fill yourself with me,” he murmured. “Fill yourself until you cannot any longer.”
Madeleine clambered over his thighs, straddling him. She let his length slip between her legs but did not press down on him just yet. Instead, she grasped the tip of length, teasing it with running it over the wet folds.
But he bucked up hard enough that he caught just inside, and Madeleine gasped out. Her hips lifted with the movement, the immediate feeling of starting to be filled with her husband. She sank down in one go, their moans spilling in unison.
“Heavens,” Alexander cursed.
His hands were already working at the fastenings of her corset, her chemise on the floor. Her breasts hung, heavy and full, and he palmed them as she began to bounce upon his length, her moans hitched and breathy.
Alexander gazed up at her as if she was a painting. “This sight…”
He drew his finger from her thigh, over the peak of her heat, and up her navel to swirl between her breasts. Finally, his finger stopped at her lips.
“It is one I could never, ever tire of. Take everything you wish, Madeleine.”
“I—I will,” she moaned out, speeding up as she chased her pleasure.
Her insides were ablaze with need and desire, and when Alexander’s length twitched inside her, she mewled in need, her hands curling on his waistcoat.
She yanked at the buttons, all but clawing her way down his shirt to undo that.
His hard chest was exposed, and she braced herself, her long hair spilling down her arched back, as she took and took. Alexander watched her, as she stared down at him.
Heat filled the room, and there was a building ache between her legs.
“I fear I might burst,” she laughed.
He gripped her hip. “Tell me how good it feels,” he urged.
“So—so good,” she moaned. “I am so full of my husband, and crave it every day, every night. There will never be a moment where I do not need you in order to survive.”
