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He kissed her until she came back to herself. Dazed, she chased his lips with her own as he pulled away.
“You are trembling.”
“I am well,” she whispered. “I am… very well, in fact.”
Her whole body felt exhausted, drained in a new, pleasurable way.
“Good,” he said, meeting her gaze meaningfully. “Because that is only a brief taste of what I am going to do to you.”
“Tonight?” she asked breathlessly. “I may need a moment to?—”
“No,” he growled. “And that is not me rejecting you. I am taking care of you. Not tonight, no, but another. I will come to claim you, Duchess, and I will not keep you waiting for long. But for now, I want you to rest. Allow me to take you back to your chamber.”
Edwina nodded.
During the walk back to her chambers, she felt as though she was floating several inches above the ground.
Lingering in the doorway to her room, she met Lucien’s eyes. Lucien, who was still aroused and had not demanded anything of her in return for driving her to such an earth-shaking climax.
He noticed her looking and smirked. When she shifted her focus to his face, he raised an eyebrow. “Goodnight, Edwina.”
“Goodnight,” she whispered, blinking in surprise as he pulled away, already loosening his breeches.
As she closed the door, she imagined how he might touch himself in his room—how he might one day teach her to touch him and drive him to the same heights of pleasure.
Chapter Twenty
“Good morning, Stormhold. I ammostcross with you.”
Lucien looked at the man who had been waiting for him in the drawing room, already sitting on the settee, one ankle crossed over his knee.
“Jasper,” he greeted.
“Heavens, have you not slept since we last met? You look quite… Actually, you do not look so terrible. Regardless, where is your wife?”
“His wife is here.” Next to Lucien, Edwina stepped forward as they entered the drawing room.
Lucien watched his wife size up Jasper—him, with his dark curls and easy smile and eyes the color of coffee. As Jasper did the same to her, Lucien could not help but tense up.
“Duchess! You are so beautiful,” Jasper complimented, smiling brightly at her. “In fact, you are more beautiful than the rumors say. Many say?—”
“I do not care what anyone says,” Lucien interrupted. “Do not fill my wife’s head with useless information.”
Jasper snorted before he stood up to greet Edwina properly. He took her hand and brushed his mouth over her knuckles. Lucien bit back a remark even as his stomach tightened with jealousy.
“Your Grace, it is wonderful to meet you. I am Jasper Barton, the Marquess of Tulley. It is a delightful coastal village not too far from here. I am sure you would adore it.”
“It is quite a pleasure to meet you, Lord Tulley,” Edwina responded, beaming. “You, my husband, and my brother have been friends since Cambridge if I am right?”
“Indeed, you are. I have seen the two of them through some delightful ordeals. I am sure I can talk your ear off about it sometime. However, we must focus on the reason for my visit.”
Lucien tugged Edwina to the opposite settee. All night, he had barely stopped thinking about how her moans echoed through the hallway, how her walls had tightened around his fingers, how he had longed to keep his hand between her thighs.
Even now, he had a hard time sitting next to her without pressing her against the nearest surface and baring her to hishungry eyes. He clenched his hand into a fist to suppress his rising desire.
“And what might that reason be?” he asked, trying to focus on the matter at hand.
“I was not invited to your wedding.”
