Page 33 of An Unwanted Widow for the Duke (The Unwanted Sisters #3)

Chapter Twenty-Four

G erard blinked once. Twice.

His wife was a widow; how was she still a virgin? He tried to mask his surprise by trailing his lips down her neck to her collarbone. She quickly leaned into him, as if she could not get enough.

A virgin?

Was she not simply missing her dead husband and trying to find someone who could relieve the ache building within her?

A virgin .

If that was true, then Robert must have been impotent.

And that is why she never had a child.

As the truth dawned on him, something more primal rose within him. This woman had been a wife, but not in the full sense. Nobody had bedded her. Yet .

He brushed a thumb over her lower lip. “Then let me show you how a husband treats his wife.”

Before she could speak, his lips were on hers again, urgent, claiming. The kiss was fierce, demanding, their tongues tangling in a heated dance. She moaned softly, the sound reverberating through him as she pressed closer, teasing the hardening length in his breeches.

He tried to bite back the groan that threatened to escape, though it was becoming impossible as he pulled her flush against him.

Every curve molded against his, every brush of her thigh sending sparks through him.

Through the layers of fabric, he pressed himself against her, letting the friction speak where words could not.

“Do you trust me, Mina?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes. You know I do.”

Growling his approval, he scooped her into his arms and laid her on the sofa of the drawing room. He watched her first, wanting to savor this moment. Her body was still covered, but he traced her curves with his eyes before finally undressing her.

“You’re too good at this,” she remarked as he deftly removed her gown and tossed it aside.

“Oh, you’ll find out just how good,” he murmured, pulling her chemise down her shoulders and baring her breasts.

They were tempting, round and flushed with the soft rose of her bloom, perfectly curved and firm beneath his gaze.

Gerard felt heat pool low in his belly, anticipation coiling tight as his eyes roamed over them.

His tongue darted over his lower lip, imagining the taste, the feel. Wanting, needing all of her.

“You’re exquisite,” he rasped.

He removed his clothes, one piece at a time, while watching desire cloud her eyes. She was squirming, goosebumps breaking all over her soft skin.

She was ready for him. She wanted him.

“Do you like what you see?” he purred.

“Y-Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible.

Gerard couldn’t wait any longer. He spread her legs and kneeled between them. He cupped her breasts and teased her erect nipples with his thumbs.

Wilhelmina gasped, closing her eyes to savor the sensations.

Gerard then lowered his head and closed his mouth over a nipple. She whimpered as he teased and sucked on her breast while kneading the other. She spread her legs further, holding his head tightly to her chest as he continued to feast on her.

He could stay there forever, with his tongue lapping at her nipple like a delicacy that must be savored over and over. He switched to her other breast and slipped his free hand under her chemise, his fingers sliding inside her damp heat.

Wilhelmina squirmed once more, and he could feel her core fluttering around his fingers.

“Relax, darling. Let me pleasure you.”

Gerard brushed his thumb over her nub, using her slickness to stroke it with skilled precision, until she was gasping for breath. She clutched at him, pulling him back to her breasts, and he suckled harder.

“Gerard,” she whimpered.

God, he loved hearing his name on her lips. He continued pumping his fingers into her, getting her ready for his manhood. With a come-hither motion, he pressed into the place that made her shiver and arch beneath him, and the effect was immediate.

Her body tightened around him, every muscle coiling as a low, ragged sound escaped her lips.

Heat and desire radiated from her, pulling him in, making him ache to meet her every movement.

He held her there, memorizing the way she trembled at his touch, the subtle shivers that spoke louder than words ever could.

Her body convulsed beneath him, and the sound she made filled the space between them. Every shudder, every gasp, pressed into him, fueling the heat coiling in his own chest.

But he wasn’t done.

He could feel her still quivering, still aching for more, and he leaned in, guiding, coaxing, determined to prolong the exquisite tension that left them both breathless.

“Are you ready for me now, wife?” he asked.

Wilhelmina nodded, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

Gerard took off his trousers and stood fully naked before her. Her eyes widened, and she looked down at his manhood, thick, heavy, and throbbing for her.

He grinned at her before positioning himself between her thighs once more, pressing his length against her slit.

“This might hurt at first,” he warned. “Don’t hesitate to tell me to stop.”

Wilhelmina nodded, bracing herself, and he pressed forward just an inch, careful not to overwhelm her. A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening as her body adjusted to the intrusion.

Gerard paused, giving her time, before pushing deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her.

A soft breath escaped her lips, reminding him to move with care, to let her body learn him before he claimed her more fully.

Being buried inside her was pure bliss; her walls clamped on his manhood. If he were not careful, this would end quickly.

“So tight,” he groaned. “Is this good for you, darling?”

“Yes,” Wilhelmina moaned. “You can move now. Please.”

Gerard obliged, withdrawing just enough before sinking back into her, his movements calculated, deliberate.

At first, each thrust carried a hint of pain, but soon it gave way to something warmer. Pleasure built with every stroke, pushing her toward a place she had never known. Her moans spilled out freely, shamelessly, as natural as the breaths she drew.

His pace quickened, his hips pistoning against her with urgent need. The realization struck her with dizzying force: they were one now, bound in flesh and breath. She clutched at him, her nails digging into the swell of his buttocks, urging him deeper, harder.

They found their rhythm, the world narrowing to their fevered coupling. The tension inside her coiled tighter and tighter, unbearable but exquisite. Each thrust made her breasts bounce, the sensation mingling with the heat between her thighs until she thought she might unravel entirely.

“Gerard!” she cried out as her release tore through her.

She felt him fill her completely, her body tightening around him in waves of pleasure she hadn’t imagined possible.

“Wilhelmina,” his low moan of her name vibrated through her.

With a final, shuddering thrust, he went still, leaving her trembling as he released himself inside her.

They stayed like that, wrapped together, letting the warmth of their bodies speak for them. Wilhelmina rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heartbeat, letting it anchor her. Her fingers traced the ridges of his muscles, the strength beneath his skin making her shiver.

He could be a grump, yes, but beneath the duke’s sharp exterior was a body she could worship with her lips and hands. She had dreamed of this closeness, of tracing him, feeling him, and now she could finally do so without restraint.

He kissed the top of her head, and she sighed happily.

“How do you feel now, Mina?” he asked softly.

“Like a wife,” she replied, looking up at him with a smile.

There were other things she wanted to say, like how she could still feel him inside her and that she wanted more.

He chuckled. “Good. Because you are now completely mine, wife .”