Page 62 of A Scandalous Love for the Enticing Duke
What man in his sane mind would refuse those words? In one smooth thrust, he speared through her maiden head and drove to her hilt. He swallowed her painful cry with a kiss and paused in her. His cock throbbed, aching to move, but he remained as he was, wanting her to adjust to his intrusion. He tore his mouth away and searched her eyes. His heart broke when he saw the tears that pooled in them.
“I apologise. It was easier that way. The pain will be gone in a while.”
“Move, Alan. Save your apologies. I’m no child. I knew it would hurt. It’s only that one is never prepared for a knife cut.”
“Is that what it felt like?”
“I am aware such things do not get discussed in this situation. Now, dear husband to be, please, move.”
And so he did. Relief filled him as he withdrew slowly, and when he would have pulled out fully, he rammed back into her.
She gasped, and he saw the pleasure in her eyes, felt it suffuse through her entire body as it did his. Eyes glued, he kept up the pace. Slowly, taking his time.
She was so tight, so hot, it felt like being home, and he knew he never wanted to enter another woman in his entire life. Then, the thin rope he had been holding on to snapped, and he increased his pace.
She met him, thrust for thrust as their pleasure cries filled the room. Together, they climbed, and when he felt her nearing the edge, he held himself back and lifted her legs. He rammed into her, fast, hard, once … twice … and on the third, she tipped over the edge. As she fell with her orgasmic release, her walls clamped around his cock and tilted him over his own edge. One last thrust and a light exploded at the back of his head. He became unhinged as his seeds spilled into her, and his groan mixed with her moans, filling the room, the quiet night. Spent, he fell to her side, careful not to crush her with his weight. He took her with him as he went and tucked her safely to his side. As he dragged the sheets up them, he threw one limp limb over hers. Two hours. He would sleep for two hours, then he would be on his way.
As he closed his eyes and gave into sleep, he heard her ask, “Did I do well?”
His eyes flew open, and he raised himself on his elbow to look at her. “Are you tricking me? You were absolutely marvellous. You were everything and more, Agnes. I definitely have found a new hobby. I am afraid you may have to tie me up to keep my hands in place.” He ended with a wink, and she giggled, sending showers on his burning coals.
Her eyes twinkled as she answered, “Do not give me ideas, Mr Sheldon.”
It took him a minute to get it, and it was his turn to dissolve into a fit of laughter. “You don’t scare me, future Mrs Sheldon. Bloody hell, I love you!”
“Well, bloody hell, I love you too!”
He chuckled again and let his eyes flutter closed. Then when she must have thought he had been taken by sleep, he heard her say, “Thank you, Alan.”
A smile stole across his lips as he drew her even closer and threw a protective arm around her. “Thank you, Agnes.”
Epilogue
“I still cannot believe that you two are getting married on the same day. Irk. It feels as though I am being left behind.” It came as a grumble, but it was no secret that Isabelle was beyond elated for her two sisters. They deserved all of this and more, and she was happy to see them radiating from the happiness they felt within.
“You would be doing this with us if only you would stop denying your feelings for Benjamin and confess them!” Agnes teased, causing her to flush in embarrassment, for what immediately came to mind was the stolen kisses Benjamin had been managing to get away with, every time they were alone, as he helped in the preparation of the weddings. The kisses were everything she had dreamed of and more, and she was certain that no man would ever make her feel the way Benjamin did. Alas, they were both stubborn, and this was a subtle tussle for power. She knew beyond doubt that Benjamin felt strongly for her. News of the end of his rakish ways since their supposed courtship began had reached her ears. There was also the way she caught him looking at her, several times. To herself, she could no longer deny that she loved him; however, she would never be the first to admit it. Doing that meant relinquishing what little power she wielded, and she would never let Benjamin win in this game of love.
“This isn’t about me, Agnes. I would still love some more years to enjoy my freedom, thank you. Today, it is all about you two and your beautiful dresses fit for goddesses.”
The gowns were identical, but for minor alterations that had been made to suit each bride. Where Agnes’s sleeves were short, stopping just before her elbow, Eleanor’s were long. Agnes’s neckline was a V while Eleanor’s straightened on her shoulders and held no decorations with lace trimmings, unlike Agnes’s. That was about all the difference. Both gowns were high-waisted with full skirts that formed an umbrella around them. There were several layers upon layers of net and muslin, before the silk which made the outer garments. The skirts were artfully decorated with lace trimmings and rhinestones, adding to the beauty and sophistication of the gowns.
Both brides had their hair up in a bun, where their veils stayed attached. Behind, attached to their corset were long trains that seemed to go on for miles. Their hair had been adorned with beautiful trinkets, and their faces highlighted with soft colours of cosmetics. Goddesses was indeed, the name for them. Apparently, their father shared the same thought, as he stepped in and beheld them.
“Just yesterday, you were running around my hallways with your little feet and now you are all grown up and set to be married. Isabelle was right, you do look like goddesses, and I have never been more proud of all of you.”
“You are going to cause us to tear, Father,” Eleanor protested, but she was already dabbing her eyes.
“Naw … we can’t have that now, can we? Yet, you all look so beautiful, I may shed a tear, myself.”
“Do not make the girls cry, Williams. The procession is about to begin. The congregation will want to see the faces of the bride anytime soon. We do not want them all smeared up,” Victoria chimed in as she too joined them. She stopped in her tracks when she beheld her daughters and gasped.
“See how they glow, Williams. I cannot believe I almost deprived them of this. We made beautiful children. I am glad after all that they turned out better off than I. Thank you, for being there for them.”
Williams smiled as his arm went around his wife and drew her to him. “There is hope for you yet, Victoria.” The twinkle in his eye, the note of teasing in his voice, was all they needed to laugh away the tension.
As they recovered from the fit, Elizabeth stepped into the room too. She had been with the girls all morning while Victoria went about securing last minute details. Regina had remained with her son, only checking on them every now and then.
“I am sorry to interrupt such a beautiful moment, but all is set.”
