Page 84 of Her Ruse with the Rakish Duke

From the look in his eyes, it was obvious. From the professions of his vows, it was clear how. He would protect her always; he would go to great lengths to make her heart flutter. He would be by her side and she would be by his.

He loved her and he would always love her.

“I really do. With everything in me.”

But the Earl of Wallace had been wrong that day about one thing, Love wasn’t a fantasy to her. It was her reality.

They moved from the foyer to Victor’s bedroom, unable to contain themselves any longer.

Daphne pressed his warmth into her. She could feel every inch of his body, every action of his. It was the first time they had gone that far. The first time they had crossed the line. Even if they hadn’t been married, she would have given herself to him in that manner, at that moment.

She wanted to feel all of him, wanted to have him panting in her ear as his body slithered over hers. She longed to feel his breath hot against her skin, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins. She wanted to lose herself in him, to become one with him in body and soul.

His taut muscle merged with her soft skin. His hands groped her body hungrily. He worshipped every crevice of her person. He touched and flicked every pleasure point. She should have been overwhelmed, but adrenaline suffused her.

Her hands worshipped his body — his full nudity — as if she had done so multiple times. She kissed and teased. Grinded her nails into his back when their passion rolled her eyes into the back of her head. She would give him new scars. Mark him with the proof of her love. So when he’d look at his back, he would remember their wedding night. The moment she gave her entirety to him. The moment they become one body.

She planted a kiss on his forehead and they laughed together in their intimate moment. Then she whimpered and he laughed, reveling in how eager he had made her.

He lowered his head between her legs again and ran his tongue over her wet flesh.

“God, Daphne. You taste like nectar from a honeycomb. I can’t believe you’re mine,” he breathed before he continued feasting on her.

After he threw her over the edge of pure bliss again, he climbed up and placed himself inside her.

Daphne gasped and he quickly lowered himself down to capture her lips with his, his lips moving in unison with his hips.

His body convulsed in hers as he met his ecstasy and hers convulsed around him as she met hers. They pulled away, breathless, but still filled with lust and love for each other. They couldn’t be bothered to separate. She didn’t care to untwine her hand from his hair neither did he care to pull his limpness from between her legs. They stayed panting, Victor on top of her sweaty skin.

Daphne pulled her head back with an insurmountable urge to say, “I love you.”

Staring into her love-filled eyes, his throat hoarse, he didn’t hesitate to reply, “I love you too.” Then he pressed his lips on hers.

Daphne smiled as she remembered that their story started with a kiss.

And it would continue like that, with many, many other kisses to come.

The End?