Page 82 of An Unwanted Widow for the Duke
A virgin?
Was she not simply missing her dead husband and trying to find someone who could relieve the ache building within her?
A virgin.
If that was true, then Robert must have been impotent.
And that is why she never had a child.
As the truth dawned on him, something more primal rose within him. This woman had been a wife, but not in the full sense. Nobody had bedded her.Yet.
He brushed a thumb over her lower lip. “Then let me show you how a husband treats his wife.”
Before she could speak, his lips were on hers again, urgent, claiming. The kiss was fierce, demanding, their tongues tangling in a heated dance. She moaned softly, the sound reverberating through him as she pressed closer, teasing the hardening length in his breeches.
He tried to bite back the groan that threatened to escape, though it was becoming impossible as he pulled her flush against him. Every curve molded against his, every brush of her thigh sending sparks through him. Through the layers of fabric, he pressed himself against her, letting the friction speak where words could not.
“Do you trust me, Mina?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“Yes. You know I do.”
Growling his approval, he scooped her into his arms and laid her on the sofa of the drawing room. He watched her first, wanting to savor this moment. Her body was still covered, but he traced her curves with his eyes before finally undressing her.
“You’re too good at this,” she remarked as he deftly removed her gown and tossed it aside.
“Oh, you’ll find out just how good,” he murmured, pulling her chemise down her shoulders and baring her breasts.
They were tempting, round and flushed with the soft rose of her bloom, perfectly curved and firm beneath his gaze. Gerard felt heat pool low in his belly, anticipation coiling tight as his eyes roamed over them. His tongue darted over his lower lip, imagining the taste, the feel. Wanting,needingall of her.
“You’re exquisite,” he rasped.
He removed his clothes, one piece at a time, while watching desire cloud her eyes. She was squirming, goosebumps breaking all over her soft skin.
She was ready for him. Shewantedhim.
“Do you like what you see?” he purred.
“Y-Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible.
Gerard couldn’t wait any longer. He spread her legs and kneeled between them. He cupped her breasts and teased her erect nipples with his thumbs.
Wilhelmina gasped, closing her eyes to savor the sensations.
Gerard then lowered his head and closed his mouth over a nipple. She whimpered as he teased and sucked on her breast while kneading the other. She spread her legs further, holding his head tightly to her chest as he continued to feast on her.
He could stay there forever, with his tongue lapping at her nipple like a delicacy that must be savored over and over. He switched to her other breast and slipped his free hand under her chemise, his fingers sliding inside her damp heat.
Wilhelmina squirmed once more, and he could feel her core fluttering around his fingers.
“Relax, darling. Let me pleasure you.”
Gerard brushed his thumb over her nub, using her slickness to stroke it with skilled precision, until she was gasping for breath. She clutched at him, pulling him back to her breasts, and he suckled harder.
“Gerard,” she whimpered.
God, he loved hearing his name on her lips. He continued pumping his fingers into her, getting her ready for his manhood. With a come-hither motion, he pressed into the place that made her shiver and arch beneath him, and the effect was immediate.
Her body tightened around him, every muscle coiling as a low, ragged sound escaped her lips. Heat and desire radiated from her, pulling him in, making him ache to meet her everymovement. He held her there, memorizing the way she trembled at his touch, the subtle shivers that spoke louder than words ever could.
