She giggled when he ran up to where their bedchambers were, with her in his arms while her arms clung tightly around his neck for dear life. He laughed, as well, a low rumble that made her heart rejoice. She liked seeing this side of the man she’d married. They could be passionate and in good humor at the same time.
As the door to his bedchamber slammed behind them, all hilarity was gone. All that was left was their need for each other. He lowered her to his bed then knelt between her legs. Her knees shook.
Was it not what she wanted all along? She remembered how he had made her find her release and left her. She had felt incomplete.
He kissed her again, even as his hands moved over her body. Her hips undulated, taking on a rhythm of their own, seeking his heat.
“Are you certain?” he asked.
The Wolf did not look too smug then, his face filling with a different kind of uncertainty. The beautiful specimen of a man was afraid of rejection, and it made her ache for him even more. She knew that he was a man who had many lovers before her, but here he was, asking for permission and not even sure he would get it.
“Yes,” she whispered.
So, he brought his mouth back to her, kissing her more deeply. She moaned, only now just finding out how a kiss could make the whole body feel like it was on fire.
He began to remove the pieces of her clothing, his fingers moving with practiced skill. A spark of jealousy popped into her mind, as she processed how he was removing her clothes with ease. But then again, she also felt raw urgency too and that was thrilling.
Did he feel different with her compared to all the other women?
She could only hope.
Soon, her dress was being pulled down her waist, leaving her in her thin chemise. Adrian’s breath caught even though she was not even naked yet. Then came the frenzy of pulling down and pulling up until she was bare before him.
“You are beautiful, Duchess,” he whispered against her skin, with just enough wonder in his voice to make her sob.
Daphne would not be able to forget the worshipful look on his face even if she tried. His dark eyes devoured her. His words had seemed more like a vow and a promise, and not just a compliment.
Adrian proceeded with his mouth, lowering himself to leave a trail of kisses from her collarbone to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Her back arched off the bed, as her body felt the shock of the delicious onslaught. His tongue laved at her breasts relentlessly, stopping to suck hard and soothe again. He suckled her as if he were ravenous for her. Her toes curled and her core clenched around nothing.
His calloused hand mapped her skin, moving down to her belly and onto her hip. The journey was deliberate and she knew, even then, where his fingers would land. They found the slick between her legs, and she eagerly opened to give him access. He groaned at what he found there, even as his fingers eased into her.
“You are so wet for me, Daphne,” he murmured against her nipple. “So ready for me.”
“I… I want you, Adrian,” she whispered.
There had never been anyone else before him, and she could not imagine anyone else after him.
Adrian took her moisture and spread it up to her nub, circling the sensitive spot over and over until she was panting.
More…
She burned for more.
It was as if he could read her mind. His thumb continued to circle her nub as two fingers entered her.
In and out. In and out.
He continued torturing her with his fingers even as he sucked her nipple again, drawing in as much as he could. Devouring her.
Her head thrashed against the pillows, as the pleasure mounted and the pressure in her lower belly increased. She was so close to that precipice he introduced to her one time.
Yes. Again.
“Please,” she begged. “I want you. Not your hand. You.”
He growled as he shifted above her, balancing his weight on his elbows. She watched him discard his trousers, revealing his hard length. He was fully aroused and magnificent, sending a shiver of fear and pleasure through her. This man was hers.
Adrian finally settled between her thighs, his tip pressing against her wet entrance. For a moment, she glimpsed the uncertainty rising in those amber eyes again, as if he were the one who needed reassurance.
