Page 111 of Claiming his Cursed Duchess

“You have never eaten under the stars before, Duchess. Therefore I would wager you had never lain with a man beneath them, either.”

Rosaline could not help a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“And if I said that I had, what then?”

“I would find him and kill him for touching what is mine,” he said darkly as his fingers began to untie her gown and pulled it away to reveal her corset beneath.

“Is that so?” she asked breathlessly as he loosened the next layer, pulling it down just enough to expose her breasts to his hungry lips.

“It is,” he said sternly, and proceeded to bring her body to life with his touches and the feel of his tongue across her flesh.

After a little while as she writhed beneath him, desperate to feel him within her once more, he pulled back, unbuttoning his breeches and pulling her skirts up to her thighs.

“You are hasty tonight, Your Grace,” she panted.

“I am always desperate for you,” he murmured, before he lowered his body over hers.

She raised her legs upward and felt the hard length of him press against the entrance of her body.

“I love you,” he said again.

He slowly pushed inside her as she moaned low in her throat at the exquisite pleasure of it.

“You are more beautiful today, beneath this starry night, than you have ever been.”

She smiled as she felt him push home inside her, her body welcoming him as he sighed, beginning to rock against her as they panted together, their lips finding each other in a perfect dance.

It was not long before Adam was thrusting in earnest, one hand braced against the ground as the other cradled her head. Their eyes connected and she felt the first wave of pleasure take her.

He pushed against her a few times more before he froze, groaning deep in his throat as she felt him reach his peak, collapsing down on top of her with a contented sound.

“You are perfection itself,” he muttered, pulling free after a few moments, and lying beside her.

He reached over and pulled her skirts down to ensure she was comfortable in the night air.

“I am glad you think so,” she said, allowing a different tone to creep into her voice.

He frowned. “And why is that?”

“Because I imagine our child will take after me. I am hoping he or she will betwo thirdsduchess and a third duke to enable him or her to have the best start in life.”

Adam was still for a long time, before he rolled on top her again, his eyes alight with excitement and joy.

“Our what?”

“Our child. Did I forget to tell you? The doctor was quite certain.”

Adam gave a great shout of excitement as he kissed her fiercely.

“Our child!” he cried with joy, his arms embracing her tightly as they collapsed into the blankets.

“I cannot wait for the rest of my life with you, Rosaline. And with our child,” he beamed.

Rosaline melted into his caresses, her soul singing with glee as the stars twinkled overhead.

She smiled, excited for all the wonderful starry nights to come.

The End?