Page 114 of Wedded to the Duke of Seduction

“May I?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

Marina nodded, covering his hand with hers and guiding it to rest against her belly. Leo’s eyes glistened as he spread his fingers wide, as if trying to protect both mother and child with his touch.

“Our baby is in there,” he murmured in awe. “A miracle.”

He lowered his head to press his lips to her stomach in a gesture of such reverence that tears formed in Marina’s eyes. Leo’s kisses traveled upward, slow and worshipful, leaving a trail of warmth across her body. He paused at her breasts, now more sensitive with her pregnancy, and touched them with exquisite gentleness.

Marina helped him remove his shirt, her hands exploring the familiar contours of his chest and shoulders. Every touch was unhurried, a silent promise of devotion. When Leo slid her nightgown from her shoulders completely, he did so with care, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You’ve never been more beautiful,” he told her, his voice sincere as he took in the sight of her bare body in the morning light. “You’re glowing.”

Marina smiled up at him, her hands reaching to draw him closer. “Love me, Leo,” she whispered, her eyes conveying all the emotion words couldn’t express.

He kissed her and gently eased himself between her thighs. Marina parted her legs to accommodate his girth. Their lovemaking was gentle this time but no less passionate.

Marina arched herself up and pushed her sex against him. Leo didn’t need encouragement. They had developed their own silent language filled with desire, guiding each other’s movements. He slid his length deeper into her. He slid his hands around her and with surprising agility, rolled her on top of him.

Marina let out a low laugh and bent down to capture his lips with hers. Her dark hair tumbled down. She rocked back and forth, the friction increasing her own pleasure. Leo grasped her hips and thrust upward.

Marina reached down between her thighs and flicked the small nub of pleasure between her thighs. As she rode him, she thrummed herself until she reached the pinnacle of pleasure and crashed over the edge.

“Leo!” Marina cried out his name as her hips bucked against his.

With a loud groan, Leo thrust himself one last time into her.

They lay together in the aftermath, Marina nestled against Leo’s chest as his heartbeat gradually slowed beneath her ear. Leo’sarms tightened around her, drawing her even closer as if he couldn’t bear the slightest distance between them.

With gentle fingers, he tilted her face up to his, his eyes reflecting the depth of emotion that had grown between them through every trial and triumph they had faced together.

“I love you, Marina,” he whispered, his voice rough with feeling. “Not just today or tomorrow, but for all the days I have left on this earth.”

The End?