Page 68 of A Bride for the Forbidden Duke
“I liked it,” she confirmed, her voice shaking. “And I wish for equal treatment.”
His gaze darkened. “Then it is yours.”
His kisses swept her up once again, and the Duke tore off his jacket, discarding it right there without a care for its elegance. Leaning down, he swept Veronica up by the back of her thighs, taking her in his arms. She let out a sound of surprise, finding herself lifted off the ground as he carried her up the staircase, never once letting up on his kisses.
She tugged at his hair, matching his fierceness, until they reached her chamber. Henry set her down at the door, closing it behind them.
And then it was just them.
Alone.
“Tell me again,” Veronica whispered, backing up, if only so he would make that slow, stalking gait towards her.
But the Duke shook his head, smirking at her, pulling her back to him.
“No, don’t walk away,” he murmured, moving in to brush back a strand of her hair that had come loose where he had held her to kiss her.
Then, he used his grip on her hair to tighten his hold and bring her closer to him. Veronica gasped at the rough touch as he brought his mouth to her ear.
“Instead, you are going to walk over to that bed, and you are going to wait on your knees for me very patiently.”
Her eyes met his in the darkness of her room. “And if I am not patient?”
His teeth caught the skin of her neck as he buried his face beneath her jaw. “Then you will find out just how rough your husband can be.”
A thrill of excitement went through her at the promise in his voice. Part of her wished to know and the other part wanted to be good, obedient, to please him.
“I suppose you expect my submission?” She drew closer to him, only to find herself stopped by his fingers closing around her wrists, pinning them behind her.
“Yes,” he told her. “I do. Only because I know you want to give it, deep down.” He leaned in, his mouth ghosting over her neck. “Verydeep down.”
“Take me,” she pleaded softly, her head falling back to allow him more access.
For a moment, he let his lips linger on her skin, the light feather touch kisses sent fire through her, and she arched for more.
“Take your wife as you please.”
His hands tightened on her wrists, keeping her pinned to his body. Between them, she could feel where his length was hardening, and she desperately wished to know how it would feel sliding inside her.
Her thoughts turned more scandalous as one of her husband’s hands slipped from her wrist to her backside, squeezing harshly, fingers digging in through the fabric of her dress. Veronica’s breath caught in her throat at the rush of pain.
“If you are not undressed and waiting for me on the bed in a matter of moments, then I shall tear the gown off you myself,” he threatened, his voice a growl in her ear as he kissed a path up the side of her face, moving to her mouth.
He allowed her a brief kiss as he released her.
Finally obeying, Veronica moved backwards, never once taking her eyes off him.
“I have changed my mind,” he told her. “Turn around.”
Veronica did and placed her arms firmly on the bedpost. She shivered with anticipation as his footsteps drew near. Then deft fingers were on her back, brushing her skin as he reached the start of her dress. She tensed?—
Only to hear a harsh tearing sound as her sleeves were yanked right off, bearing her shoulders.
More fabric came loose, and Veronica bit back a soft noise at the thought of her husband tearing the gown from her body.
“You crave me so much that you cannot unfasten a dress?” she teased, but her voice was practically a whimper as he revealed more skin, the cool night air making her shiver.
“Quiet,” he ordered.
