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“What are you doing?” she asked, looking down at him.

“I am caressing you, wife.”

“Oh…”

He kissed the inner part of her knee, which elicited a loud gasp from her.

He chuckled and repeated it on the other side, placing a hand on her thigh to keep her in place.

He kissed his way up her thigh, burying his head underneath her skirts, but he did not get very far as she tried to scamper away.

“What are you doing, husband?” she asked, blushing deeply. “You should not see me there. It is not very…”

“Proper?” he supplied.

She nodded, blushing even hotter.

“I assure you, wife.” He smiled. “It is very proper.”

“I do not think so,” she said with a pout.

“Did your books never mention anything of the sort?” he asked.

If they had not, then it was a testament to the writer’s lack of experience.

She shook her head.

“Then I am delighted to teach you something better than anything your books described.”

Her hands still did not move from her skirts, showing her innocence.

“You have to trust me, Eveline,” William urged. “I have no intention of scandalizing you more than what is expected of me. I am your husband, after all. You swore your body belongs to me as I swore that my body belongs to you. I want to use my body to pleasure you, but you have to trust me so I can adequately perform my duties.”

Her grip on her skirts loosened a bit.

“If you are uncomfortable at any time, you only have to say so, and I will stop,” he assured her.

“All right.” She let go of her skirts.

He smiled, easing into his caresses, as she still looked frightened. He restricted his touches to feather-light strokes along pleasure points that had her eyes fluttering with pleasure.

Good.

He moved slower this time, anticipation filling him as he kissed her calves and then higher till he was near her core. He could smell her desire and buried his nose into her folds, breathing in her scent.

Her undergarments did little to hide the sopping evidence of her desire, as it was made of flimsy fabric, just like her nightwear. He ripped the fabric with the slightest effort.

“I have wanted to taste you since you came into my chamber in nothing but that flimsy scrap of a nightgown. I wanted to flip up your pretty gown and see if you would taste as sweet as you looked,” he growled.

Eveline thought she had heard scandalous words, but nothing compared to the words that had fallen from her husband’s mouth or the oddness of his tongue tasting her most intimately.His eyes met hers, a wicked gleam in them before he pushed her skirt higher, tasting her again.

She squirmed at the unfamiliar sensation, gasping when he nipped her bud, which had pulsed when he had sucked on her breasts. She had yet to recover from that sensation, and now he shocked her again.

He groaned as his tongue slid deeper between her folds, exploring her. She squirmed against him, but his hands held her hips down. He moaned against her sex, which aroused her even further, causing more liquid heat to pool between her legs. She pressed her hand harder to her mouth.

How could anyone keep silent when someone was wreaking this much havoc on their senses?

She had asked him to show her pleasure, but he had taken to driving her mad with desire.