Page 67 of A Deal with her Forbidden Duke
With his other hand, she felt as he reached for his length, bringing the tip to her folds.
“Do you feel how you cause me to react?” he murmured. “Do not ever doubt yourself—not in pleasure, nor anywhere else. You are beautiful, my Duchess. You enchant me, bewitch me, both your appearance, your body, and your entire self. I will never hear you speak a bad word about yourself, and if you do, then you shall find yourself thoroughly educated otherwise.”
“And how shall I receive my education?” she asked.
She had not thought him capable—had thought him merely tolerating her, but these were not the words of a tolerating man.
These were the words of a man who truly saw her.
A man who wanted her. Craved her.
“I would prefer to show you than tell you.”
He let out a wicked laugh, pressed to her breastbone as the tip of his length finally pushed beyond her entrance, inserted inside her most intimate place.
Madeleine let out a sharp gasp at the intrusion. It was different but not unwelcome, and she immediately slid her hands into his hair, tugging as she adjusted to the new sensation.
“You will tell me if it hurts.”
Meeting her husband’s gaze, Madeleine nodded.
“Alexander,” she began, gasping when he moved inside her another inch. “I—May I have permission to…” She blushed, her eyes dipping down to his bare chest. “To touch you anywhere?”
He took one of her hands from his hair and brought it to his lips. Kissing her palm, then her wrist, he smiled against her skin—a rare, tender thing.
“Darling wife, you have never once needed permission.”
His eyes darkened as he let go of her hand. Madeleine curled it against his shoulder, breathless at the hard muscle she found there.
“However, if asking for anything pleasures you further—if telling me your wants arouses you, I will happily comply.”
She flushed, thinking of asking him if she could climax, wondering how far she could give him control willingly.
She was independent; she had proven her strength many times—sometimes too often—but to willingly give herself to her husband in such a manner… it sparked heat within her.
A moment later, without Madeleine having the chance to respond yet, Alexander thrust into her, sheathing what felt like the entirety of his endowment into her.
A breathy moan spilled from Madeleine’s lips, and she heard her husband’s resounding hum against her chest.
When he looked up at her, he looked half unraveled himself.
Madeleine tightened around his length, unsure of what to do, how to do it—but Alexander had merely told her to lie back. So she did, and she clung onto him, her fingers encasing his shoulders.
“Mark me,” he groaned, his hips rocking against hers. “Mark me as yours, Madeleine.”
Her name spoken in the throes of desire had Madeleine’s stomach tightening with pleasured heat. She lifted her hips to meet his, letting his pace rock them together in tandem. Herchest hitched over and over as waves of pleasure pulled her under.
Her eyes closed for a brief moment but Alexander remained there. All hard muscle, toned arms and stomach, and the delightful trail of dark hair leading to where his body joined hers.
“Alexander,” she cried out when his hips sped up against her.
The sound of his skin meeting hers resounded in the room, mingling with her cries. Her nails dug into his skin, scratching over his shoulder blades and neck.
“Madeleine,” he growled out.
His beard was scratchy against her jaw, but she didn’t care. She welcomed the burn, for she was so, so close to him for it. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, and simply the feel of his skin against hers sent her half mad with desire.
He thrust in and out, his length sliding in and out with ease, his own heavy breaths matching hers.
