Page 86 of The Duke Who Claimed Her

“Caspian…” she moaned between kisses. “I want… I want…”

“Tell me,” he growled.

“I want you.”

“Then you shall have me.”

Arabella sat herself up. She was not asked to do so, but it felt as if she should. Caspian’s eyes widened as he drank her in, and his hands moved under the skirt of her gown and began to massage her thighs. That had them shaking, and she felt a pulse radiate between them.

Her gown opened at the front; it was intricate lacework. Caspian’s hands began to fumble, and she laughed to see him struggle and the concentration on his face. When he managed to see the corset come undone, she laughed further at the wonder that took his expression.

Her breasts released, he gaped, and his hands moved to her chest.

“Oh, Caspian…” She closed her eyes, threw back her head, and gave herself over to the pleasure of his busy hands. “Yes…”

She began to thrust her hips, not knowing what she was doing, while knowing that it was right. Between her thighs, she felt something hard poke her, and it had her yelping; her eyes opened, and she looked at him, and he grinned.

Next, Caspian moved to the skirt of her dress again. He shuffled it up, and while it was tight and awkward, Arabella raised her arms, and Caspian was able to sit up and lift the gown over her head. It came from her body, he tossed it across the room, and for the first time ever, Caspian saw his wife completely naked.

On instinct, Arabella moved to cover her body.

“No.” He took her arms and moved them away so that her breasts were fully exposed, as was her naked waist, as was her entire body. “Let me see. Let me enjoy you.”

Her skin flushed red with embarrassment and shyness. But she allowed him to pull back her hands, and a thrill rippled up her body at how much he worshipped her. She saw the hunger. She saw the want. She saw his thoughts compounding so that she could only imagine what he was thinking.

And while Arabella was a little embarrassed, she was just as excited.

“What do you…” She looked away shyly. “What do you think?”

“I think that I am in love.” Caspian sat up. He cupped her right breast, and he brought it to his mouth.

“Oh…” She gasped as he sucked her nipple. It stiffened in his mouth, and he moved to the next. “God… Yes…”

Her hands ran through his hair and pulled his face close so he could not pull away. Her naked body began to gyrate, her thighs clenched tight, and her husband gorged himself on her as if she was his last meal.

“Caspian…” she moaned as he suckled. “More. I want more…”

He pulled back, lips wet, and looked at her. His eyes sparkled, and while he was clearly ravished, he was just as infatuated. “So do I.”

That was when he fell back. His hands went toward her thighs, and she gaped, expecting him to touch her. Rather, he began to unlace his breeches. She giggled and ripped open his shirt to expose his chest. Another gasp as she took in the muscles that carved across his waist, the hair that covered his chest, and the sheer beauty of the man she now called her husband.

That was when she felt the wetness bloom between her thighs.

Caspian’s breeches became undone, and he lifted his knees to push her up, allowing him to shuffle them down his legs. From there, his member sprang free, and Arabella did not think; she simply grabbed it.

“Urgh…” His body went stiff as her hand wrapped its girth.

Arabella did not know what she was doing. She had never seen a male’s appendage before, let alone touched one. It was stiff between her hands; it throbbed gently, but it felt good in her palm, and the more she squeezed it, the more her husband responded.

“Like this?” she asked as she squeezed.

“Just like that…” He lay back down, his back arched, and she closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. “Arabella…”

She knew what was coming next. No expert by any stretch, Arabella had female friends who had discussed such things. It was said to be both painful and pleasurable. It was described as messy but also intimate. It was said to be something done only with the person you loved…

Caspian’s hands found their way under her backside again. He helped to lift her as she hung onto his member. Once she was propped up just enough, he took control of his manhood and gently guided it toward her.

“Arabella…” He found her eyes and waited until she was looking at him. Her body trembled with nervous energy and excitement. “Are you… Are you ready?”