Page 94 of An Unwanted Spinster for the Duke

Dominic couldn’t help himself. Seeing her, smelling her, feeling her so close stirred his desire again.

“I thought you had your fill last night,” she teased, her smile transforming her pretty face into something breathtaking. Her hazel eyes caught the sunlight and glowed gold.

“I can never get my fill. And I want to see you—all of you—in the daylight.”

His words ignited a fire between them. Their kisses deepened, deliberate and hungry.

Kneeling before each other on the bed, Dominic pulled the blanket away, revealing the body he had worshipped so many times.

He lifted her over his lap, sliding inside her. She was still slick from their shared passion, tight and warm around him.

“Come on top, little doe. I want to see how beautifully my Duchess rides me,” he whispered in her ear.

At first, her movements were hesitant, uncertain. Then, she found her rhythm.

“Yes, just like that. Think of the forest—riding hard,” he urged, groaning as she pulled him in deeper with each thrust.

Her breasts bounced before him, tempting feasts.

Marianne was no prey. She knew what she wanted. Pushing a breast into his face, she dared him. Dominic gladly obliged, teasing her nipple with his tongue. Every time she thrust down, his tongue followed.

“You—” she breathed, barely a word.

He chuckled. Then, he wrapped an arm around her, taking over the rhythm, sucking hard on her nipple the way she liked.

Together, they came—hard, breathless, satisfied.

They collapsed on the bed, spent and sated.

Over the next few days, they could not get enough of each other. Every private corner of their home bore witness to their passion.

The servants smiled secretly, and Dominic caught their mirth—a silent celebration of the happiness he had found.

Finally, they were on their honeymoon. They were truly married now, in every sense of the word, though uncertainties still lingered beneath the surface.

“What does this mean?” Marianne asked one day.

“This?” Dominic smiled, trying for lightness. “We’re married, aren’t we?”

She didn’t look pleased. The sadness behind her laughter and desire struck a chord deep within him.

“I suppose we’re fortunate to have found something like this,” she murmured, staring into the horizon.

“Yes, we are. By the way, do you want to ride later this afternoon?”

Her eyes lit up, and her cheeks flushed pink. He grinned at the sight of her arousal.

“Not that kind of ride, little doe,” he teased, tapping the tip of her nose with his finger.

He swore she’d bite it off one day.

“I know that, silly,” she snapped playfully, a tremulous smile breaking through. “I’d love that. You know how much I love horses.”

“Hunters, the both of us,” he declared.

“No. I can’t imagine killing an animal for sport,” she said indignantly, her pink cheeks flushed with anger, not desire this time.

Dominic wondered if he’d gone too far.