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Wilhelmina didn’t know that it could feel like this. He wasn’t even touching her anywhere else, but the pressure in her lower belly continued building, and soon she was panting his name.
His teeth grazed her nipple, before he moved further down her body. He pulled her down onto him as he lay on the floor. She giggled in surprise, straddling him. He was hard, deliciously so.
Trembling, she rushed to free his manhood.
“Come and take it,” he rasped.
She eased herself onto him, whimpering as she took him inch by inch. They both groaned when he was completely sheathed inside her.
“Ride me, Mina.”
Wilhelmina shivered as she peeled off her nightdress, letting herself follow his command.
At first, she was careful, testing the angle, finding the point that made her nerves sing. Slowly, deliberately, she guided him inside her, over and over, until she hit the perfect rhythm.
“Mina,” Gerard groaned, his hands seeking her breasts, lifting and squeezing as they bounced with every roll of her hips.
It felt like a dance, fluid and consuming. She let herself move entirely with him, surrendering to the heat building inside her. Faster, deeper—they were perfectly matched, each motion driving them both higher.
“Gerard, I…” she faltered, the sensations overtaking her mind.
“That’s it, darling. Take your pleasure. Be a good girl and do it for me,” he moaned, his words pushing her over the edge.
Then, stars erupted behind her eyelids. A wave of fire and ecstasy tore through her, leaving her breathless, trembling, and completely undone.
She collapsed onto him, their bodies slick and joined, hearts racing, the world beyond the bedchamber forgotten.
The night held them, and for that moment, only the two of them, and their embrace existed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“Anxious?” Gerard asked, sliding his hands lightly over her arms.
Wilhelmina exhaled sharply, the nerves twisting in her stomach.
The house glittered and shimmered with candles and crystal, each table set immaculately, each corner arranged with floral elegance. Every detail reflected hours of her planning and hours of worry.
“Yes,” she admitted softly.
“You did beautifully. Everything looks perfect, Mina,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
She shivered at the contact, the warmth spreading through her in ways that had nothing to do with the ball. Frustration curled in her chest, a fierce longing swelling within. She wanted him so close, but she had to attend to her duties for now.
“You hear that?” Gerard continued, his voice low and amused. “Some are already gasping in awe.”
“Really?” she asked, tilting her head to meet him.
He looked… different tonight. Not rugged and brooding as she sometimes caught him, but polished, precise, the image of a duke at his social best. And yet, beneath the tailored coat and shining boots, there was a glimmer in his eyes that made her stomach tighten.
“And you look exquisite, Mina,” he added, almost reverently. “I mean it.”
Heat flashed in his gaze, fleeting, tantalizing, and Wilhelmina blinked before she could be certain it was there.
She went forward to greet the guests, her movements measured, yet effortless. Gerard followed behind, his presence a shadow that warmed her shoulder. The strains of violins and piano wrapped the hall in music, soft yet alive, and she could hear her pulse in time with it.
Tonight, she felt like a duchess. Pale blue silk clung to her form, dotted with tiny pearls and silver thread that caught every flicker of light. Her hair was swept back, dark blonde waves interlaced with matching pearls, a crown of modest elegance. Even she had to admit that she looked every bit the part.
She caught her twin sisters’ eyes, wide with admiration, and felt a surge of warmth as she went to them.
