Page 64 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
Madeleine’s stomach swooped as her husband drew near.
His mouth captured hers in a kiss, and she let him lead her to the edge of the bed.
“I will undress you,” he murmured. “I will do everything for you. All I require of you, my wife, is to lie back and enjoy yourself.”
Chapter Twenty-One
“I…” Madeleine was breathless at his declaration.
A fire was slowly reigniting in her as Alexander took off his jacket and draped it over his desk chair. She saw the shift of his arm muscles, and her mouth dried up.
“You?” he prompted. “Have you lost that sharp, silver tongue I so love, darling?”
“Darling,” she echoed in a whisper, flushing at the name.
“Sweet now, are we?” he teased. At least she thought he was teasing. “I wonder how sweet other parts of you will be.”
His expression was even more sultry as he began to unknot his cravat.
Madeleine made an unintelligible noise, the ache between her legs building.
“Are you wet again, wife?” Alexander asked, yanking his cravat off. “Spread yourself.Show mehow you ache for me.”
Her face was unbearably hot but she was ready to stop fighting her attraction to her husband.
She had spent so long buried in shame, in loneliness—and here was Alexander, looking at her as if she was the very orbit of his world, the very central point of everything.
So Madeleine let her hands tremble, let him see that they did, shameless to show how she desired him, and she tugged up her dress to her knees. He watched her with an unbearable hunger.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Show me everything I have craved for far too long.”
He had the cravat wrapped around his knuckles. Heat curled through her as she recalled his threat once. How he had teased her with the idea of snapping it against her skin. His eyes followed hers as he held it up.
“How about,” he spoke, undoing his shirt, “you show me those intimate parts I crave to bury myself in, and I shall tease your skin with this?” He held up the cravat. “If you can stop staring at my chest, that is.”
Madeleine almost squeaked as she startled, averting her gaze but Alexander shook his head.
“Do not be shameful in this chamber,” he told her. “Shame does not have a place here. If you desire me, Iwillknow about it. Do not hide a moment of it. Look at me. Desire me.Wantme—for then I will know you hunger for me as much as I do for you.”
“Alexander,” she moaned softly, his words turning her legs into liquid.
“Your legs, Madeleine,” he reminded her, voice turning sharp. “Spread them.”
And as she did, he let the cravat uncoil to glide it over her ankle. Her breath hitched. It was dark black, a silk thing that he let touch her skin, sending shivers through her.
“Alexander,” she said again, her voice shaky.
“Yes, wife?” He moved closer to her, moving the silk further up her leg, caressing her knee with it this time.
“You… you agonize me.”
“As you do me.”
“I—” Her breath hitched. “I do not believe that.”
He gave her a sardonic smile as he dragged the cravat up the inside of her thigh, making her jolt as her legs spread.
“You should, for it is the truth.”
