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“This is your new home, Duchess,” Richard said, refastening her dress and fixing her hair so that she did not look like she had just been ravished by her husband.

She did not think that it helped much.

When they stepped out of the coach and headed to the house, they were greeted by an elderly butler, who welcomed them with a surprised smile. A look around confirmed that the servants had been expecting their master to arrive later.

Perfect,Richard thought. He wanted alone time with his wife.

“We were not expecting you this early, Your Graces. Perhaps I could go and inform the others to come and greet the new Duchess.”

“Do not bother, Robert. Please do your best to hide the news of my arrival. I do not want to be disturbed,” Richard said.

He grabbed Selina’s hand and pulled her forward so that they were running up the stairs, laughing with exhilaration. Selina barely had time to admire the house before he was ushering her into his bedroom, closing the door, and turning the key in the lock.

Backing her up against the door, he proceeded to kiss her with reckless abandon, fanning the embers of her desire until she was writhing and moaning in his arms.

He suddenly pulled back. She whimpered in protest, but he simply pulled her forward, turning her so that he could divest her of her clothing. In no time, she was standing naked in the middle of his bedroom.

His eyes roved over her body with admiration and desire, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.

“Your turn,” she said, her voice raspy as she unfastened the buttons of his shirt, her hands suddenly clumsy.

He took over, removing his shirt, and for the first time, she saw him shirtless. He was magnificent, his chest a solid wall of muscle, trim and rippling, with softness in sight. She wanted to touch him and kiss him all over, laying claim to him like he had her.

He unfastened his trousers then, and she stared, lost in the work of art that was his body. Prowling towards her, he carried her to the massive bed that dominated the center of the room, before climbing in with her. He pulled her flush with his body and nibbled on her neck, licking and kissing it as his hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts. The sensations drove her to new heights of pleasure.

“Beautiful. You are so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear. His voice amplified the shivers that ran down her spine.

He moved lower, sucking her breast into his mouth while he tortured its twin with his free hand. She was whimpering and gasping, writhing on the bed as she arched into him and then away from the intense sensations he was wreaking on her body.

The hand on her breast trailed down her stomach to her aching core, his talented fingers stroking her there until she bit his shoulder to muffle her screams of pleasure.

He was ruthless now, driving her to the brink, then slowing his strokes so that she did not fall off the peak. He did this several times until she was a mess of sensation, sobbing and begging for the climax that was so close.

“Please,” she moaned. “Richard, please.”

She didn’t know what she was begging for, but this time, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the blunt head of his manhood.

He stared down into her face, the frown on his face proof of his need. He pushed into her a little, eliciting a low moan from her, before sliding in to the hilt. She squirmed at the strange pressure inside her.

“Are you well?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Yes,” she replied, and he must have taken that as his cue to move.

Rocking into her, he withdrew almost entirely, then surged back in. Her pleasure grew with each thrust until she reached her release, gasping and writhing with the overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Moments later, she clutched his shoulders as he found his pleasure, groaning as he spilled his seed inside her before he fell onto the bed beside her. Their panting breaths were the only sounds in the room as he gathered her into his arms.

“That was absolutely wonderful.”

“I do aim to please, my love,” Richard answered, smiling with adoration at the flushed face of his wife.

Gone were the days when he cared so much about pleasing the ton. He had pledged to please one woman, and it was much more rewarding, he must admit.

The End?