Page 37 of A Virgin for the Duke of Scars (Ton’s Beasts #1)
Aaron’s lips trailed down her neck to the swell of her breasts.
Without a word, he reached behind her and undid the laces of her dress slowly.
She felt the release of the fabric and immediately reached up to slide it down her shoulders.
Aaron helped her shimmy it around her hips, and then the fabric was gone.
The cool air kissed her skin and tempered some of the heat that had been building in her body. But it did not remain that way for long when her husband came near to her, his fingers trailing over her stomach, between her legs.
Theresa stood in the clearing naked, just as she had once pictured doing in what felt like another lifetime. When she stumbled upon him the day she had ridden in the forest, she had no idea what pleasure he would be able to bring her.
She reached up to undo Aaron’s buttons so that they might both be naked together for the first time.
Her mind flickered back to the first time they had made love.
She had not gotten to see him as he took her, but she did catch glimpses of him as he dressed in front of her.
Today, she would get to explore the curves of his chest, his abdomen.
She would hold on to his arms and let him caress her with the delicate touch of his hand.
She wanted to feel him pressed up against her, every inch of his skin igniting a fire within her.
As she fumbled, he helped her unskilled fingers undo the buttons on his shirt and the laces of his trousers. Theresa lingered on his chest, tracing his muscles with her fingertips. She placed her head in the center of his chest to hear his heartbeat thrumming within him.
Much to her delight, she found that his heart was racing nearly in tandem with her own. She had suspected that he was as eager for these sorts of moments as she was, but here was her proof.
She pulled back from him to appraise him with her eyes. Apart from the night in the library when she had a glimpse of him, she had never seen a man fully naked, and she was utterly enthralled by his body.
“There is something I would like to do with you, wife,” Aaron murmured, pulling her out of her reverie.
Theresa tore her gaze away from his chest and looked up at him. His lips curled into a mischievous grin.
“There are things I would not mind doing with you, husband.”
Aaron returned his lips to her neck and kissed his way lower until he found her nipple. Slowly, he slid his tongue around it and then trailed kisses down her belly to the aching flesh between her legs.
She cried out in frustration when he pulled back and rose to kiss her on the lips.
“Lie down. Right here in the grass,” he commanded.
Without a second thought, she lowered herself onto the bank and waited for him to join her. He leaned in and kissed her until she was begging for more.
“Last time, you were upset that I made love to you in the dim library at Lady Sophia’s house. Today, I will make love to you in broad daylight so that you know that it is you I’ve wanted all along.”
He gently laid her down on the grass. She settled herself on the cool grass as Aaron leaned in to kiss her. He leaned over top of her, one hand exploring the curves of her body until she arched up to meet him. When he realized that she could scarcely take any more, he rolled on top of her.
Aaron propped himself on his forearms to allow her to breathe easily, but her breath came in ragged gasps anyway.
“Tell me you want this,” he purred.
“Please, Aaron,” she begged.
She would have said more, but it seemed that her speech was dramatically impaired by the pulsing heat in her core.
Aaron reached down and guided himself inside her. She took a deep breath as his manhood filled her inch by inch. This was so much different from when he had taken her from behind.
She lifted her head slightly and met his lips as he thrust into her.
This was something she could get used to.
Theresa could hardly remember why they had waited this long to do this. He took his time with her, gently kissing her and nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck as he slowly thrust in and out of her.
It took longer, but eventually the pleasure began to build inside her, and she knew that the moment would not last much longer.
She threw her head back, and Aaron trailed his lips to the hollow at the base of her throat. Her breathing hitched, and she arched into him, her toes curling as she climaxed.
It trumped every memory and every experience she had ever had.
It was better than the first time she had ridden a horse. Better than the first time she saw him bathing in the lake. Better even than the first time he took her at Lady Sophia’s library.
If those things had brought her even a fraction of the pleasure she had now as she climaxed, she would have been shocked. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nobody had ever told her it was possible for a woman to feel this much pleasure with a man.
She had climaxed with her husband before, but this was deeper. Simply knowing that he had shown her all of himself made the pleasure that much sweeter. It was the intimacy she had craved all along without ever being able to put it into words.
She was still shaking when Aaron moaned her name and spilled inside her. His body pressed against hers so that no air could pass between them, his weight resting on her body with a delicious kind of pressure. While she had a hard time breathing, she did not wish for him to depart from her.
His breathing was labored, but he continued to thrust into her until she was positive that neither of them could take anymore. She laughed freely, but the sound came out throaty and deep. It reminded her of the laughter her husband often had at her expense in moments like these.
He must have felt the same amount of pleasure that she felt for him out here. It must be impossible for her to feel like the heavens had split open while he felt nothing.
He rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms, neither of them in a hurry to cover up. She nestled against his chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck.
Theresa thought that this position was a close second to making love to him right here. If this was what they did afterward, she would make it a habit to spend the night in his tower rather than her chambers.
“You are mine ,” Aaron murmured, the words rumbling in his chest.
“I have always been yours,” Theresa breathed, propping herself up on one elbow so that she could look into his eyes. One hand remained on his chest, connecting them.
“I love you more than I thought possible,” Aaron rasped.
He looked like a man who had just found the answers he had been seeking for a long time.
Theresa took a moment to drink him in. His scars did not bother her, not the way he had assumed they would. She hurt for him, that he had become so closed off because of them. But she was glad he was here, that they had shared this moment.
“I love you, husband.” She lightly kissed him on the lips.
If this was the start of their forever, she would gladly do it all over again.