Page 83 of A Virgin for the Duke of Depravity
Leo did not break their kiss as he walked her back to the settee. She felt the cushion at the back of her knees and sank down. He came to sit beside her, his hands tangling in her red hair as he undid her braids with his eyes closed.
She reached up to remove the pins, setting the curls loose for him to run his hands through.
“Dress. Off.”
She smiled at the memory of the last time he said those words to her, the way he had unraveled her. But this time, she did not stand up to take off her dress. Leo pulled back from their kiss when she did not obey.
“You will have to help me out of my gown, dear husband.”
She shifted on the settee and turned so that he could undo the buttons along the back of her gown. His fingers moved swiftly, but it felt far too slow. Inch by inch, her skin was exposed to the warm air of the library.
Blood rushed through her veins in anticipation of what was to come. As the button at the base of her spine was undone, shewasted no time pushing the fabric roughly down her shoulders and over her breasts, leaving it bunched around her hips.
But Leo paused at the sight of the scars that crisscrossed her back. He traced them with his fingertips, then his lips.
“You will never have to worry about this again,” he promised.
She turned to face him again and brought her lips to his so that they could pick up where they had left off. Nuns were the last thing she wanted to think about at that moment.
Leo tore his lips from hers and pressed them to the base of her throat. His hands cupped her breasts, each one filling his palm.
She let out a small moan at the feel of his skin on her breasts. He slowly moved his mouth to her nipples, where his tongue swirled around the sensitive skin, hardening them and making her moan his name.
“That sound will never get old,” he laughed against her skin. “But you still have not listened. I said you must take your dress off.”
Obediently, Margaret rose from the settee and pushed the rest of the fabric over her hips so that the gown fell to the floor. Gracefully, she stepped out of the fabric and stood naked before him.
“I want you to feel what you do to me,” Leo murmured.
He tugged at the laces on his pants and freed himself so that she could see him fully for the first time. Margaret came to sit next to him, and he directed her hands to his manhood. He moved his hand over hers, showing her how to touch him, how to make him moan her name.
“Tell me what you want,” Leo rasped.
Margaret could feel how slick she was for him, how badly she wanted to feel him inside her. He reached down and stroked her bud with his fingers, moaning when he felt her slickness.
Part of her wanted to feel his mouth on her again, but she was ready to make love to him. She was ready to give herself to him, completely. She wanted to belong to him in a way that she had never belonged to anyone before. She trusted him with her body, and her heart, and she couldn’t wait anymore.
“It is time that I make youmine,” he growled against her skin.
Margaret pulled back from him and looked him in the eye. With a nod, she gave him permission to do what she had been so desperate for since the moment she heard his voice in her grandfather’s ballroom.
Leo pulled her on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. He reached between them and slowly guided himself into her, moaning at the feel of her around him. Margaret could not help but smile, knowing she could make him feel even a fraction of what she felt.
He moved her hips up and down on his cock while he kept his mouth on her breasts. She tossed her head back and felt her hair swing down her bare back, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. She did not want to let the sounds out for fear the girls would hear her on the other side of the door.
“Leo,” she whispered, lowering her mouth to his.
He reached down and circled her bud with his thumb as he kissed her passionately. Margaret felt the waves of pleasure roll through her from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, whatever you do—don’t stop touching me like this.”
“Careful, wife. It sounds like you might come for me.”
Margaret could hear the smile in his voice and knew that he would honor her wish.
He stroked her faster and bucked his hips into hers, his breath coming faster to match her own. Margaret pulled back from him and looked him in the eyes. If she was going to climax, she wanted to look at him.
Let him see what it was like to make her his.
