Page 83 of An Unwanted Widow for the Duke
Her body convulsed beneath him, and the sound she made filled the space between them. Every shudder, every gasp, pressed into him, fueling the heat coiling in his own chest.
But he wasn’t done.
He could feel her still quivering, still aching for more, and he leaned in, guiding, coaxing, determined to prolong the exquisite tension that left them both breathless.
“Are you ready for me now, wife?” he asked.
Wilhelmina nodded, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
Gerard took off his trousers and stood fully naked before her. Her eyes widened, and she looked down at his manhood, thick, heavy, and throbbing for her.
He grinned at her before positioning himself between her thighs once more, pressing his length against her slit.
“This might hurt at first,” he warned. “Don’t hesitate to tell me to stop.”
Wilhelmina nodded, bracing herself, and he pressed forward just an inch, careful not to overwhelm her. A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening as her body adjusted to the intrusion.
Gerard paused, giving her time, before pushing deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
A soft breath escaped her lips, reminding him to move with care, to let her body learn him before he claimed her more fully.
Being buried inside her was pure bliss; her walls clamped on his manhood. If he were not careful, this would end quickly.
“So tight,” he groaned. “Is this good for you, darling?”
“Yes,” Wilhelmina moaned. “You can move now. Please.”
Gerard obliged, withdrawing just enough before sinking back into her, his movements calculated, deliberate.
At first, each thrust carried a hint of pain, but soon it gave way to something warmer. Pleasure built with every stroke, pushing her toward a place she had never known. Her moans spilled out freely, shamelessly, as natural as the breaths she drew.
His pace quickened, his hips pistoning against her with urgent need. The realization struck her with dizzying force: they were one now, bound in flesh and breath. She clutched at him, hernails digging into the swell of his buttocks, urging him deeper, harder.
They found their rhythm, the world narrowing to their fevered coupling. The tension inside her coiled tighter and tighter, unbearable but exquisite. Each thrust made her breasts bounce, the sensation mingling with the heat between her thighs until she thought she might unravel entirely.
“Gerard!” she cried out as her release tore through her.
She felt him fill her completely, her body tightening around him in waves of pleasure she hadn’t imagined possible.
“Wilhelmina,” his low moan of her name vibrated through her.
With a final, shuddering thrust, he went still, leaving her trembling as he released himself inside her.
They stayed like that, wrapped together, letting the warmth of their bodies speak for them. Wilhelmina rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heartbeat, letting it anchor her. Her fingers traced the ridges of his muscles, the strength beneath his skin making her shiver.
He could be a grump, yes, but beneath the duke’s sharp exterior was a body she could worship with her lips and hands. She had dreamed of this closeness, of tracing him, feeling him, and now she could finally do so without restraint.
He kissed the top of her head, and she sighed happily.
“How do you feel now, Mina?” he asked softly.
“Like a wife,” she replied, looking up at him with a smile.
There were other things she wanted to say, like how she could still feel him inside her and that she wanted more.
He chuckled. “Good. Because you are now completely mine,wife.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
