Page 25 of Her Duke’s Second Chance (Regency Second Chances #1)

CHAPTER 25

“ M ay I cut in?”

Georgiana felt herself jump at the sound of his deep, familiar voice.

She was mid-laugh, Ketteridge doing his best to remind her of the antics he had pulled when they were younger, in a concerted effort to lead Georgiana and Daisy astray.

Daisy had been much more inclined to listen to him, while Georgiana had done her best to make sure they did not get into too much mischief while Peter’s family visited.

His father, the late Earl of Ketteridge, and Georgiana’s father were old school friends. Once a year the entire family came to stay at Weavington Hall, the Milton family home.

The place was old and decrepit, freezing cold in the winter, and too big to keep clean with the few servants they had. But for children, the mansion offered grand adventure and endless opportunities for mischief.

She thought of Peter as the brother she had never had.

It was therefore an unwelcome intrusion when Robert glared at their joined hands before rudely pushing himself between them.

“I wish to dance with my wife,” he declared.

Georgiana merely gaped at him while Peter smirked, and an amused twinkle grew in his eyes.

“Of course, Your Grace. Enjoy.” He bowed to Robert and wandered off as Georgiana looked after him in bemusement.

She turned her gaze to Robert, raising an eyebrow. “Was that necessary?” she asked as he led her around the floor.

He grumbled jealously. “You tell me. What was I to do when my wife was making puppy eyes at some other man right in front of me?”

She gaped at him in disbelief. “Puppy eyes ? Me ?”

He nodded a few times. “Or do you deny it? Do you deny the evidence of my own eyes?”

She snorted derisively. “I think you should look into getting some quizzing glasses if that is what you saw.”

He leaned in closer, his voice sharp and low. “Or perhaps it is that every man in the ton seems to think they have the right to gawk over what is mine.”

She lifted her chin proudly. “You make it sound as though it is my fault. I need no excuses because I have done nothing wrong.”

He turned to meet her eye. “Very well then. I think there is only one way this can be resolved.”

“And how is that?”

He abruptly let go of her hands and stepped back. “Meet me in the library in five minutes.”

“What do you mean to do?” she responded.

He merely smirked before turning on his heel and walking away. Georgiana watched him go, utterly mystified by his behavior.

Thankfully, no one approached Georgiana, and she was able to reach the library door without delay or incident.

She lifted her hand and knocked tentatively. The door opened and she looked up to see Robert’s expectant face.

He reached out and pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind him.

“At last. I have wanted to do this all night,” he whispered hungrily.

Robert wrapped one powerful arm around her shoulder. He gripped her waist with his other hand and pulled her roughly to him. His lips smashed into hers and he groaned as he frantically and hungrily explored the recesses of her mouth with his questing tongue.

Georgiana wrapped her hands around his neck and clung to him, returning his fervent kisses with her own as she gripped his neck with her nails and clawed her fingers across the back of his scalp.

His hands grazed greedily across her back before drifting down to squeeze her buttocks. He lifted her onto a nearby table and she squealed into his mouth in surprise.

Robert caressed her stockinged leg as he hastily pulled up her skirts.

Oh, Lord…

Georgiana’s thoughts became incoherent as his large fingers stroked the inside of her thigh and brushed her entrance as if gauging her level of desire.

A zing of undiluted pleasure raced from her groin to her chest as he gently rubbed her rapidly swelling nub.

“I have been burning with each passing second without you,” he murmured, as he passionately licked her neck from her collarbone to her ear.

“You make me lose all control,” he growled, his voice hoarse with hunger. “And God help me, I do not want it back.”

His hand sought further ingress into the most private, wet part of her. She shivered as he slid his large finger inside her waiting mound and began to stroke the inside of her tight canal.

“Oh,” she croaked, leaning back against the table and lifting her legs to give him further access.

“Now that I have you here, I am not letting you go,” he said as his lips skimmed her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. “You belong to me, Georgiana. And I will take every goddamn piece of you until you know it.”

She wrapped her legs around the small of his back, bracketing him against her.

She could feel his rigid shaft poking into the zenith of her thighs like a steel instrument. Georgiana quaked with trepidation as she felt the size and girth of his shaft, and she shivered uncontrollably.

“Oh, I am going to take my time with you,” he purred darkly and rubbed her thighs soothingly before dropping down to his knees.

“And you are going to enjoy every second of it,” he added with a wicked grin.

“What are you—oh!” she gasped as his tongue flicked out and licked the dripping arousal around her nub.

She threw her head back and gritted her teeth to stop herself from howling with pleasure as his tongue ran along her outer folds and circled her hard bud.

“Please,” she gasped, not even knowing what she was asking for.

With one last large lick, he got to his feet, the edges of his mouth shining from its proximity to her seeping dampness.

“Do not fret, my sweet,” he whispered, “I will give you what you so desire.”

He grabbed her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders.

“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, bending her elbows for better balance.

She could feel the smooth head of his throbbing member slipping into the opening of her entrance before sliding into her. She closed her eyes as he slowly filled her canal and stretched her, lost in the sensation of his intimate possession of her body.

Georgiana jerked when the tip of his manhood stopped against the wall of her maidenhood. She looked up at him with questioning eyes.

“This will hurt a bit,” he said as he carefully thrust through her barrier. The pain was sharp and bright but only lasted for a few moments. Robert partially pulled himself out of her. “Shall we continue?” he purred, and Georgiana nodded.

He resumed his quest, plunging deeply and then withdrawing, first slowly, then with ever-increasing speed. She raised her hips, needing to feel every inch of him.

She marveled that her body could take so much and not tear in two. The stretch she felt was somewhere between pleasure and pain…

But the pain vanished.

Now, she wanted him to take all of her.

As though he had read her mind, Robert thrust until his shaft was fully buried inside of her and he could go no further.

“Oh,” she let out a long sigh, her dark, wet cavern stretched tightly around his thick shaft like a glove.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She nodded.

His hips pulled back, and he slammed into her. She could not help the squeal that escaped her, her eyes and mouth wide open, veins bulging at her temples as he entered her again and again.

He grunted with effort, each thrust causing sizzling pleasure to shoot indiscriminately through her, the pain now a distant memory. Her veins flooded with bliss,, and she clenched herself around his throbbing rod to feel each ridge and swollen vein as he moved inside of her.

“More. Please. More ,” she groaned, her eyes scrunched shut, her hips canting up to meet his.

“Such a good girl for me. You take me so well, wife,” he murmured hoarsely.

It was almost too much to bear. Her stomach swooped with butterflies, her legs and feet tingled with electricity, and her vision blurred with pleasure. She gave herself over to her sensations and was lost in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy, eruption, and repletion.

Her body could not stop shaking even as Robert groaned loudly, his manhood pulsing inside her after a final forceful thrust of his hips. Georgiana felt a liquid warmth fill her as he released his seed.

She lay gasping on the table, her gown askew, her legs still wrapped around his waist as he collapsed on top of her.

“Why… did we wait… so long… to do that?” she asked between pants of breath.

He huffed in exhausted amusement.

“Do not worry, darling. We shall do it again, many more times,” he said and pressed a soft kiss on her jaw.

Robert could not deny the triumph he felt at finally possessing his wife.

It was certainly worth the wait.

He felt especially proud that he had been able to give Georgiana so much pleasure. Seeing her flushed and debauched face had been the greatest reward he could ever have imagined. The dazed expression she wore for the rest of the evening was a constant source of delight.

He knew that some of the guests could surmise from her hastily neatened hair and the glow of her skin, exactly what they had been doing following their disappearance, but Robert could not bring himself to care a whit. After all, she was his wife.

Now he could no longer recall why he had waited for so long to take her.

Perhaps some part of me knew just how good it would be. That it would obliterate everything that came before.

It was all he could do to restrain himself from touching some part of her throughout the rest of the evening. It was only Daisy’s presence that stopped him from jumping on Georgiana in the carriage.

When they arrived at the house they both hesitated, uncertain how to take leave of each other or even if they should. But Daisy linked her arm with Georgiana’s and led her away.

Robert watched them go with a sigh, then walked to his own chambers.

Georgiana nestled under her covers, turned onto her side and stared at the full moon as it shone its ghostly light through her window.

Her body was incredibly relaxed, but her mind was a maze of questions. She shivered each time she recalled their tryst in the library. She could still feel him inside of her.

What does it all mean?

She was alone in her bed. After Daisy wished her a good night’s sleep, she had expected Robert to knock on her door and join her, but the corridor had remained silent. Georgiana felt confused and disappointed.

Was it just passion in the heat of the moment and nothing more? What is happening?

She knew she could get up, walk to Robert’s room, and ask him the questions that she was asking herself, but she felt paralyzed by indecision.

She did not like it one bit. She was in uncharted territory and did not know what to do.