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Edwina tried not to read deeper into his words. Perhaps he had a different experience before, but she could not help but smile as she curled up into his chest. With ease, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bed.
Laughing softly, Edwina collapsed on the sheets in a boneless heap, drowsiness already overtaking her. But a swipe of something cool and damp between her legs had her lifting herhead. Lucien glanced at her as he pulled back a towel and discarded it in his bathing chamber. He came back to her side and quirked an eyebrow.
“You did not think your husband would leave you unattended, did you?”
“I did not think at all,” she admitted.
“We can bathe tomorrow if you wish, but for now, I wish to tend to you.”
He slipped into the bed next to her, and she found herself melting against him. Their intimacy had shifted something between them, something growing and tentative. Edwina thought about mentioning it, but then she kept the words trapped within her.
Instead, she whispered, “I feel as though I will become the greedy one.”
“I do not think that is possible,” Lucien murmured. “Not when I have finally had you now. I do not think I could ever get enough.”
“Then we will see who shall be the greediest,” she teased.
Lucien was already on top of her, his arms braced on either side of her. “Is that a challenge, wife?”
“Perhaps. It is not yet sunrise, and I believe you promised?—”
She could barely speak before he was kissing her again.
Slowly, his length hardened once more as she arched into him, seeking to pull him back inside her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Edwina let Lucien take her more than twice that night—and then again at breakfast the following day.
“Out,” Lucien growled at the servants. All of them scurried away, finding anywhere else to be, right as he fixed his eyes on her. “Here.” He pointed right at the edge of the breakfast table. “Now.”
Edwina had never moved so fast in her life, finding herself bent over as she had against the bed the night before when he had undressed her. Except now, he simply bunched up the skirts of her fine morning gown and slid his length into her. He’d freed himself only enough to free his length.
In her ear, he growled, “Try not to make a mess, dearest wife. I discovered last night that you are rather prone to doing such things.”
Edwina flushed hotly at the reminder of the gushing orgasm he had brought her to one time as he waited for himself to become fully aroused once more. He had assured her that his soft state had not been due to a lack of attraction to her, but rather his body could not recover as fast as hers could. And then he’d been on her, fingers curling, tongue delving, and she had fisted her hands in the sheets until somethingburst. She had been unable to stop her release from gushing out of her body, soaking the Duke’s face.
Now, as he thrust into her, groaning in her ear, his hands wandering beneath her skirt, she couldn’t stop thinking of how he had looked up at her after that had happened, the rough timbre of his voice as he asked if she was all right, and how the bed shook when he took her hard once more.
He had brought her to that height of pleasure so many times the night before, and Edwina still craved him too badly to sit through one meal without teasing him. Perhaps she should not have drunk the milk so tantalizingly straight from the small jug next to her now-forgotten teacup and not let the white drops collect on her tongue.
The silverware clattered as the table rocked beneath the force of his thrusts. Edwina clamped a hand over her mouth, only for Lucien to pull it away. He bent her down further, pinning her arms up and above her head. His hips pistoned, and she moaned for him, her body shaking violently as he brought her to a quick, intense climax.
Edwina let out a cry as her release mixed with his, and he pulled out, sinking back into his chair and pulling her with him. He clearly did not care for the fact that they might have to change clothes.
He pressed a kiss to her neck, smirking. “I could not resist. Although next time you wish to tease me with such obscenities resembling my seed, I shall simply empty myself in your mouth so you can have the real thing, if you are so desperate for it.”
Edwina only giggled, feeling giddy with pleasure and bliss, and slipped off his lap to return to her breakfast. No doubt the servants had heard her cries and the thud of furniture, but she cared little as she finished her food. Lucien’s eyes remained on her the whole time.
“Did you mean what you suggested a couple of days ago?” Edwina asked on another morning that week as she lay on her husband’s bed. “That you might let me…” she trailed off, embarrassment flooding through her.
Lucien, already bare and leaning over her, braced himself on his forearms as he brushed his fingertips over the inside of her elbow. It tickled, but she had grown to crave his touch on every part of her body.
“That I might let you suck my length?” he asked brazenly. “Yes. It is something I have thought greatly about.”
She was already reaching for the sheets to tug them away from his hips. The thinness of them did little to cover the fact that he wore nothing beneath. Despite his soft state, she could already feel the outline of him, but her hand was snatched away.
“As much as I would love nothing more than to have you on your knees, with those pretty blue eyes gazing up at me with that awe you show when I make you experience another wonder,” he began. “I must stop you. You invited my cousins over, and I only agreed because you got upset at the last ball—and I did promise that you’d meet Rose.”
