Page 107 of A Bride for the Forbidden Duke
His length pulsed inside of her as he drew out and then back in, letting her feel every inch of it. She pressed back, only to find her hips roughly handled and kneaded, pinning her to the instrument’s lid.
She was helpless, anchored beneath his weight, laid bare to take the pleasure he gave her. She buried her face in the crook of her elbow and moaned wantonly as pleasure moved through her in waves.
“Henry,” she cried out, hoping the music was loud enough to mask her cries. “Henry!”
“We only have but a few moments,” he grunted out, speeding up.
Later, they could draw it out as much as they wished. For now, he took her and wrung every ounce of pleasure from her body. She could not prevent her moans from spilling out. She rockedback as much as she could beneath his hold, and he leaned down to kiss Veronica’s neck, leaving trails of bites and harsh sucks whenever he could reach.
When his hips slowed, giving several last deep thrusts, Veronica found herself nearing her climax.
“I ought to leave you on the edge,” he told her quietly, his voice a threat that sent delicious licks of pleasure down her spine. “But I cannot pass up the chance to have your climax in this moment. Be grateful to me, Veronica.”
When it was paired with a harsh spank, Veronica jolted.
“Thank you,” she gasped out. “Thank you, Your Grace!”
“Good,” he told her, his voice rumbling. “Verygood.”
He stroked down her back, having her curling against him, arching for more. He slid in and out of her, speeding up those slow, deliberate thrusts, until she was gasping against the pianoforte.
“Ah!Ah—Henry!”
He slipped a hand between her legs to fondle the bundle of nerves there. Veronica’s climax overwhelmed her in the next moment, spasming through her, and Henry tipped over the edge with her not a second later.
She cried into her arm as he continued thrusting through his pleasure and spilled inside of her. Her body jerked and ached deliciously as he pulled her skirt back down and his own breeches up then he tugged her from the stool.
Henry rubbed up her thighs and righted her dress before kissing her. It was a tender thing, a vast contrast to how he had just pleasured her.
Catching her breath, she laughed softly. “Who is the seducer now, husband?” she asked playfully, humming.
“It is still you,” he told her, smiling. “You enchant me, my Veronica. My Duchess.”
“As you do me,” she murmured, tipping her head back for another kiss.
She did not care if anybody waited for them. They had waited for one another for long enough, and as she kissed the Duke of Westley, sliding her hands into his hair, Veronica knew she had found her love match.
Epilogue
EIGHT MONTHS LATER
“You look rather pleased with yourself,” Veronica noted as she walked into Henry’s study in Westley Manor.
The renovations had finished a few months ago, and yet Henry still took every opportunity to thank her for the idea of redecorating. It made her amused; what had started as something he grouched about quickly became something he loved.
Now Westley Manor truly felt like theirs, and Veronica had even added several portraits to the gallery. Of course, there was the addition of the two of them posing for their own painting that hung behind Henry’s desk in his study. They had commissioned it only a month after Robert’s ball, and Henry had barely moved during the whole process, well-practiced but irate at the whole ordeal.
But it was a beautiful painting, and she enjoyed gazing at it.
“I am,” he said.
He had stripped off his jacket and looked handsome in a fine tailored waistcoat and black shirt tucked into black breeches. He had even unbuttoned the top of his shirt, allowing Veronica a delicious glimpse of his chiseled upper body.
“Thomas has sent word,” he said. Veronica drew up short.
“Oh.” Her stomach flipped with unease, for she knew what Thomas was currently resolving for Henry. For her, too, ultimately. “What does he say?”
Henry read from the letter he had. “Lord Barwicke has stayed out of England, as per your wonderful threats, Henry, and I am very happy to report that he is living in squalor, barely showing his face, ever since you thoroughly ruined his reputation and chased him out of society for good.”
