Page 35 of The Duke’s Indecent Scandal (Indecent Dukes #1)

Chapter Thirty-Four

G regory

The moment he’d heard Tiffany’s muffled declaration of love, something had fully settled inside Gregory’s chest. Something he’d yearned for without knowing it. Something that had crept up on him, in small doses, until he heard her say it, and he could not deny it within himself any longer.

He was unfashionably, irrevocably in love with his wife.

And, thank hands of fate, she loved him back.

Why he could not admit it, even to himself, until he heard her confession, he did not know, but the truth of it was unavoidable.

Kissing her deeply, he held her as closely as possible, wondering exactly how much time they had before they arrived at Clarence House…

Not enough, it turned out, but that was for the best. He’d rather take her inside and take his time than an abbreviated interlude in the carriage. Though he could have gotten things started… still, some might say the spanking had done that. She was certainly wet enough by the end of it, despite the warmth that had been emanating from her chastised cheeks.

His little swan did like a small bite of pain with her pleasure. Maybe more than a small bite sometimes.

The carriage rocked to a stop, forcing him to end the kiss, but that was only the beginning. It only took them moments to depart the carriage, and he did not let Tiffany’s feet touch the ground when they did, sweeping her into his arms from the step down and carrying her manfully to the door. Paulson obligingly opened it, turning a blind eye to Gregory’s undignified antics by literally turning his head away from them and pretending not to see their entrance.

“We are retired for the evening, Paulson,” Gregory said, sweeping past him as Tiffany giggled in his arms, burying her face in his shoulder to hide her blush from their stalwart butler.

“Very good, Your Grace,” Paulson said to the ceiling, doing his best to ignore the impropriety happening under his watch.

Under other circumstances, Gregory would have snickered, but he was far too engaged in getting his wife up to his bedroom. Their bedroom, really, for they had not spent a night apart since their wedding, and he did not intend to any time in the future.

He paused on the first landing of the staircase to catch his breath, causing Tiffany to lift her head. Mischief danced in her eyes as she looked at him.

“Are you tired, husband? I can walk if you do not have the strength to carry me.”

Gregory narrowed his eyes at her. He enjoyed her mouthiness, if only because it gave him an excuse to spank her now and then, but he did want to remind her who was in charge.

“Do not mock me, little swan. If I wanted to, I could strip you down naked and spank you right here on this staircase, and not a soul in this house would stop me.” He growled the words, nipping her earlobe and enjoying her gasp of shock.

“You would not!”

“I would, and I would enjoy every second of it.”

The house was mostly empty right now, and anyone who did come by would immediately avert their eyes. Granted, it was a mostly empty threat, but if pushed, he would follow through.

Tiffany must have heard the seriousness in his voice because she squeaked and buried her face in his shoulder again. By now, he’d managed to catch his breath, and he continued up the stairs to the ducal suite.

Swinging her into the room, he kicked the door shut behind them.

Only then did he set her down, letting her body slide against his, her head slowly tipping back to keep their gazes locked as she was lowered to the floor. Her pink lips were slightly parted, her eyes bright with arousal, and her cheeks flushed nearly as pink as her lips from blushing.

“You are not upset?” she asked, only a hint of consternation in her voice.

“Upset? That you are in love with me?” He shook his head. “Why would I be upset that we share the same feelings?”

She brightened even more. “You love me? You… you did not actually say.”

“Ah. An oversight on my part in my rush to get you upstairs.” He grinned at her. “I love you.” Bending his head, he caught her lips for a kiss before pulling away. “I love you.” Another kiss and he had started heading them toward the bed, working to remove her clothing as they went. “I love you.”

Laughing, she followed him, tipping her head back when he went to kiss her neck, giving him greater access to her throat. He nipped the soft skin, his hands full of her breasts, the fabric of her dress making a soft shushing sound as it was dropped to the floor. Tiffany moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breasts more fully into his hands.

“I love you, little swan.” He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, immediately following her. Her breasts bounced as she landed, but they were not his main objective. Pushing her legs apart, he dove into her pussy, using his tongue to slide up the slick seam and tease the little bud at the apex.

“Gregory!” Her hips lifted as his tongue circled her pleasure pearl, her legs draped over his shoulders, and he pushed her so she was folded basically in half. Pushing his hands into the crooks of her knees, he held her there, this position lifting her bottom so his tongue could move lower, exploring the same area his finger had in the carriage. This time, when Tiffany called out his name, it was as much a shriek of shock as of pleasure. “Gregory, stop! You cannot want…”

“I do want.” He looked up at her between her legs, darting his tongue out to lave a long lick over the crinkled rosebud of her anus, making her gasp and quiver. “I want to taste every part of you. And, not tonight, but one day, I will slide my cock into this tight little hole and claim every part of you as well.”

The pink color in her cheeks heightened further as he watched, her hazel eyes becoming glassy as she inhaled quickly, like she was imagining such a thing… and she did not protest against it. Gregory lowered his head again.

Tiffany

What her husband was doing to her was wicked… depraved… utterly indecent. She could not look at him with his head between her legs, licking her there. The very idea of him putting his cock there… yet she knew she would let him. Because the expression on his face when he’d told her what he wanted to do and the possessive way his eyes had gleamed made her want to give him that.

Made her want to let him do whatever he wanted to do to her.

No matter how it made her blush.

Reaching over, she pulled a pillow over her face, trying to hide her blush as his tongue licked and probed, sending pleasure fizzing up her spine. It was an entirely different kind of pleasure, an extremely naughty sensation, and it made her want to squeal and writhe, but she was pinned in place by his hands. The best she could do was hide her face in the pillow and muffle the sounds she was making.

When his mouth moved back up to her pussy, to the sensations she was more used to, she let the pillow fall away, gasping the cooler air in the room. Her cheeks were still hot, but this level of blushing she could contain.

Even when his finger began to push at her back entrance again, then began to push inside her. With his tongue working over her pussy, his finger moving deeper into her bottom, her pleasure was growing faster and faster. It tightened her insides, coiling her growing arousal around a spool in her core, making her tremble as the need for release grew stronger.

“Gregory, please…” She reached down, her fingers threading through his hair as she moved her pussy against his mouth, his finger moving back and forth inside her bottom as if it was a small cock. The sensation was uncomfortable yet arousing, filling her head with the image of him using her bottom the way he used her mouth and pussy, and instead of disgusting her, she found it shockingly arousing. “Oh, please… I need… I need…”

A second finger joined the first, and she groaned at the discomfort of being stretched farther open. The new sensation pushed her climax back, making her feel even needier. As if he sensed her growing frenzy, Gregory kept teasing her pearl, rather than stimulating it directly, so that she could not tip over the edge of ecstasy. His fingers moved inside her, stretching her, invading her, and his tongue danced around her sensitive lips, making her feel frantic for the release that hovered just on the edge of her senses.

Her legs bent, digging her heels into his shoulders and trying to bring him closer.

“Gregory!”

But instead of finishing her with his mouth, the way he so often liked to do, he lifted his head and moved, letting one of her legs slide away from his shoulder. The hand that had his fingers buried in her bottom stayed in place, that leg still lifted high as he got into position with his cock. His hand cupped her buttocks, his fingers knuckle deep in her tight hole as he began to thrust into her sopping pussy with his cock.

Tiffany cried out as he plunged into her, filling her with one hard thrust, her hips lifting to meet him.

She was full.

So incredibly full.

His cock, his fingers… she was tightly stretched around both, and it did not feel as though there was any room left in her body. Her breath had been pushed out of her because he was so deep inside her, taking up so much space within.

“Reach up,” he murmured, leaning down to suck the tip of one pert nipple into his mouth. Tiffany whimpered as she obeyed. “Hold on to the headboard, and do not let go.”

What followed was absolute erotic torment.

Rather than moving fast and hard, the way she’d expected him to, the way he often did by the time he buried himself inside her, Gregory did the opposite. For the first time, he was not looking to drown her in pleasure before finding his own. Instead, he moved slowly. Deliberately. His fingers moved inside her alongside his cock, taking turns moving in and out of her.

His mouth went back and forth between her nipples, suckling, nipping, adding to the growing sensations but not giving her enough direct stimulation to actually climax.

“Gregory, please…” she begged, her head thrashing back and forth, though she did not dare take her hands away from the headboard. If she did, he might stop what he was doing, might make her wait even longer. She felt wound so tightly, she thought she might snap.

“Tell me again.”

“What?” She could barely think, much less try to piece together what he was talking about.

“Tell me you love me.” His head lowered to her nipple again, sucking hard, and she cried out.

“I love you!”

He released her nipple with a nip and a pop that left the little bud throbbing in the cool air. Tiffany’s entire body pulsed, her inner muscles clamping down around his cock and fingers as pleasure surged. His hips rocked, rubbing his body against hers, trapping her little bud between their bodies but not quite giving her enough stimulation to reach her pinnacle.

Again.

It was utter torture.

“Use my name,” he demanded, moving his lips to her other nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

“I love you, Gregory!” She was all but sobbing out the words as the pressure of her need was becoming unbearable. “I love you, I love you, I love— Oh!”

He’d released her other nipple and his passion at the same time. Rough, hard thrusts buried inside her so fast, she lost her breath and could not catch it again as he pounded into her. Ecstasy keened, the suddenness of his passionate response sending her into a maelstrom of erotic rapture.

Golden starbursts exploded behind her eyes as she finally found the breath to cry out, the coiled spool at her core snapping open and releasing the tightly wound wire of pleasure.

Heat and bliss washed over her in waves, buffeting her about, and she clung to the headboard for dear life as Gregory rode her hard. The long buildup led to a long release, one that was so intense, she thought she might die from the initial burst, but then it kept going and going, and she had no option but to go with it. Her whole body trembled beneath him, soft and wet and open for his cock as he ravished her senses.

It was not until she finally went limp beneath him, delirious from the pleasure, that he thrust in hard again. Rubbing himself against her sensitive lips and bud, he drew one last cry from her as he began to pulse inside her, filling her with his seed.

She whimpered as his fingers slid from her bottom.

Gasped as his lips nuzzled over the skin of her neck. She shuddered, unable to stop the reaction because every part of her body felt so sensitive that the merest touch made her want to leap out of her skin.

“I love you, Tiffany,” he murmured. “My little swan. My wife.”

As exhausted as she was, it was the most gloriously satisfying moment of her life.