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“Teach me how to please you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let me touch you. Kiss me.”
When he stood, she watched him as he crossed the room to one of the candles in the room. He bent to blow it out, and she called out to him, “Please, do not blow it out!”
He turned. “Why not?”
“I wish to see you,” she explained, pleading with him with her eyes.
His hand hovered behind the flame a moment longer while he seemed to debate internally whether to acquiesce. Finally, he straightened again and came back to Edwina hesitantly. Taking her hand, he pulled her to stand. “I do not want to repulse you,” he said softly.
“You do not repulse me,” she promised. “I just want to see what you might do to me. Understand what it is that gives me such pleasure.”
He let out a deep exhale. Then, feeling encouraged, Edwina continued, saying, “And I want to be able to see if I please you, too.”
His eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes lingered on her lips. She took a small step closer to him, wondering if he would let her kiss him if she drew nearer. Then, hovering just an inch from his mouth, he closed the gap, placing his lips firmly on hers. She closed her eyes as he kissed her once, a second time more firmly, then a third time, encouraging her to part her lips so that he could snake his tongue between them.
She melted against him as the kiss deepened, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing up on her toes to better reach him. He placed his hands on her hips, his fingers pressing into the small of her back. Her head began to feel light from his kisses. Breaking away from his mouth, she dropped her head back, but as she did, his mouth moved to the soft skin under her neck.
His attentions made her core feel warm and raised her heart rate. She gasped when he slipped the shoulder of her shift off her skin on one side, then the other, allowing the fabric to drop to the floor. Standing naked before him, he placed kisses on both her breasts then moved to cover one of her nipples with his mouth. As his tongue circled the sensitive flesh, her fingers sought his hair.
When she looked down at him, watching his lips move against her skin, she wondered why he struggled to open up yet seemed comfortable with pleasing her body. She sighed when he took her tender flesh between his teeth, feeling an ache in her loins building. Holding his head in her hands, she stroked his hair and tensed from his touch. He looked up to her as if to read her reaction to him, and their gazes met.
She could not help but think of how extraordinary his eyes were, deep cerulean, brought out by the new blue mask. She wished she could convince him to take it off, to allow her to see all of him, exposed and vulnerable. But, yearning for his skin, she pulled at his shoulders.
“I want to see you,” she told him. He stood, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. Edwina quickly covered his hands with her own.
“Allow me?” she asked.
He nodded, his heated gaze burning into hers. He withdrew his hands, and Edwina slowly unbuttoned each button on his shirt until she reached his trousers. Fingers shaking, she unbuttoned those and pushed his trousers down to the floor. As he stepped out of them, she reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head though he had to help with the last bit as she was too short to reach, and she laughed.
“What is amusing?” he asked, smiling down at her.
“I feel so little next to you,” she laughed. He tossed his shirt aside and tipped her head up for him to softly kiss her lips. She drew closer to him, feeling his hardness against her belly.
“Even if you are little,” he whispered. “You seem to be getting quite comfortable commanding your Duke.”
“Am I?” she asked with a laugh. “Does this Duke obey his Duchess?”
“If she pleases him,” he told her in a husky voice.
“And how can I please you, Your Grace?” she whispered against his mouth.
A low groan emitted from the back of his throat, and he reached around her back to cup her bottom, pulling her closer against him. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and picked her up, so she wrapped her legs around his torso. He kissed her deeply again and walked her over to his bed, depositing her on her back as he climbed over her.
“Touch me,” he whispered. “Wrap your fingers around me.”
She reached up to kiss him again before running her hands down his chest. When she reached between his legs, wrapping her fingers around his length, he closed his eyes with a deep sigh. Then, marveling at how firm he felt yet how soft his skin was under her fingers, she slid her hand up and down his length.
“That is perfect,” he whispered, exhaling sharply. Edwina continued stroking him, watching his brows furrow and his body tense over her. After only a moment, though, he stilled her hand. “Not yet.”
“Not yet, what?” she whispered.
He fell to the bed beside her and pulled her to face him. He kissed her, placing a hand on her cheek, snaking his tongue into her mouth again. She yielded to him and pressed against him. As she did, she wondered if she could let him between her legs and move forward with consummating their marriage. In bed with him, she felt safe, close to him. She moved to hook her leg over his.
“Not yet,” he whispered again, pushing her hip back to lay her flat on her back.
“Not yet, what?” she asked again with a little more impatience.
“You said you were not ready,” he whispered, returning between her legs. “I do not what the height of passion to make you do anything you might regret.”
