Page 62 of Wedded to the Forbidden Duke
Ian looked at her. “Do not tell me you are jealous,” he said. “They are not as in love as us by half.”
She flushed. “I mean only that—well. Compared to us at our wedding…”
He shook his head. “Speak for yourself,” he said. “Even on our wedding day, I wanted to do unspeakable things to you. If we had been on half as good terms then as they are now, I would have snuck you upstairs and had my way with you before the breakfast was over.”
This last part, he murmured in her ear. Cecilia flushed, before turning to him with a mischievous grin. “Would you have really?”
He bent down and brushed his nose against hers. “You know it to be true.”
She bit her lip. “You know,” she said, “I do still have a bedroom at this estate.”
He raised a brow, smile growing to match hers. “That is true. It is a most excellent bedroom. And one which I have not visited in far too long.”
She glanced back at the crowd, making sure nobody was looking at them that would miss their absence, before taking his hand and leading him discreetly into the hallway.
They all but ran down the hallway and up the stairs towards her room, stopping only when they passed by members of the house staff going about their business. By the time they reached her room, they were both giggling, and flush with desire.
Cecilia shut the door behind her, locking it firmly. By the time she turned around, she was delighted to find her husband already half undressed.
“My, my,” she said. “So eager, Your Grace.”
“So efficient,” he corrected. “And you can hardly blame me, with such a sight presented in front of me.
Cecilia smiled. “I am flattered,” she said. She sighed, walking towards him playfully. “Though it seems I am entirely too slowfor you, my lord, when it comes to the matter of disrobing. However shall I catch up?”
He caught her in his arms and pulled her towards him for a kiss. “I would be more than happy to be of some assistance with that,” he murmured, before reaching down to pick her up.
She laughed with delight as he lifted her up in his strong arms and lowered her gently to the bed before climbing up atop her. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her.
Cecilia melted immediately at the sensation of his lips on hers.
She would never get tired of this feeling. Her husband’s body pressed against hers, every angle and plane of muscle a perfect contrast against her soft curves, even through the fabric of her clothing. Working together, they relieved her of her clothes in very short order, abandoning it all in a heap of fine fabric on the floor next to the bed.
It was as electrifying as though it were the first time. The feeling of bare skin against bare skin. The comforting weight of him atop her. The way he fit between her hips, as perfectly as though they had been designed by some master sculptor for each other.
She used her legs to draw him in closer. Already he was hard, and she sighed in pleasure at the feeling of his length against her core.
“Who is the eager one now?” Ian asked playfully, rocking his hips against her. She moaned at the pressure.
As always, though, she knew he could not help but tease her, just as she always teased him. The moment he threatened to slip inside her, he pulled away, kissing down her body and teasing her with lips and hands alike. She could not complain too much, though she did writhe against the sheets, seeking more pressure, more heat, more of whatever he wanted to give her.
“I want all of you,” she said. “Always. And yet you insist on teasing me so. It is most unfair.”
He chuckled against her hipbone, running his fingers along her slick core. His other hand palmed at her breast, pinching her nipple to make her gasp. “I think it most fair, given all of the times you continue to tease me. Do not tell me you are unable to take a taste of your own medicine?”
“You would tease me whether you were trying to return the favor or no,” she said accusingly, even as she sighed with pleasure and leaned further into his touch.
He did not deny it. She had known he wouldn’t. “Yes,” he admitted, “well. You can hardly blame me. It is not my fault you look so damnably delicious in every room we walk into. No matter what time of day, and no matter what you are wearing, you are impossible to resist.”
“You say that even when I am wearing nothing at all,” she said.
“Indeed. I think that might be my favorite outfit of all.” She slapped his shoulder lightly, and he laughed. “If anything,thatis the true injustice; that I should be made to suffer through even one moment in your presence that isn’t spent with your body bare and spread out before me.”
As he licked and kissed at her, Cecilia was at a loss for any more teasing words. It was so difficult to think at moments like this, when he was using every tool at his disposal to torment her with pleasure. “You have me now. Please, Ian, tease me no longer.”
“Hm.” He hummed into her, causing her to buck at the feelings of the vibrations through her body. “Since you asked so nicely.”
She pulled him to her eagerly as he climbed back up her body and sank into her with one fluid motion.
