Page 19 of The Marquess’s Stolen Bride (Dukes Gone Dirty #3)

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T here was no shame inside her at all when her husband lowered his head and pressed his lips to her sex. When his tongue parted her folds and bared her most intimate places to him, she reveled in it.

“Good girl,” he whispered against her wet heat, and her inner muscles clenched furiously at the praise.

William was lavish with his attentions, and the pleasure was equal parts torture and bliss as he teased her nub with his tongue and lapped at her channel like he was a starving man at a feast.

Her head tossed from side to side at the torture, but she was in heaven.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “Own your pleasure.”

She did as he asked, her eyelids growing heavy along with her limbs and her lower belly as desire spiraled through her. As his tongue and mouth devoured her quim, her fingers and hands explored her breasts, her belly, her thighs.

This was her body. Hers. And she was giving it willingly to the man who cherished it. Who cherished her .

There was no shame in it…and nothing dirty or shameful in her.

The sweetness of that realization had tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she gazed down at the erotic sight of her husband’s head buried between her thighs.

“I want to taste you too.” She surprised herself by saying it aloud, but despite heat in her cheeks, she met his shocked gaze evenly. And when he gave her a wicked grin, she returned it, earning a delicious lap of her sex that made her whimper.

“Now then, my adventurous little wife,” he said as he crawled up the bed to kiss her with a mouth that still tasted of her juices. “Let’s both have our pleasure, shall we? Because I certainly haven’t had enough of you in my mouth.”

She widened her eyes in confusion but before she could ask what that meant, she was yelping in surprise as her very strong husband tugged her up and flipped her over. “Er…what am I…?”

But then he repositioned himself as well and with a gasp she realized what he meant for them to do. Her bottom was stuck up in the air beside his head and he gave it a slap that made her gasp even as her womanhood clenched with need.

“That’s it,” he said as he guided her knees on either side of his head.

His hard shaft was intimidatingly large as she hovered over it, but her mouth watered with anticipation. She ached to taste this man the way he’d tasted her. As she let him guide her hips down to his waiting mouth, she tentatively licked the tip of his manhood, gripping it with one hand, and resting her weight on the other.

She was gratified to hear his moan and he somehow managed to grow even larger and stiffer in her hands. She smiled against the tip, her tongue darting out for another taste of him as he grew ever more engorged in her hand.

How marvelous.

She opened her mouth wide and tried taking him between her lips again, and this time she was the one moaning because as she drew the head of his shaft into her mouth, his wicked tongue was exploring her sex with fastidious attention.

“You feel so good, love,” he whispered against her sensitive skin. “And you taste like heaven.”

She licked his length from root to head, growing bolder with her mouth as his fingers and tongue made her ache and throb with a desire that left no room for embarrassment or doubts.

As she took his hard length between her lips and as far as he could go, his tongue probed her channel. It was at once so dirty and wrong, and yet so right and so good, that it made her feel wicked and wanton in the very best of ways.

When his hips thrust up on instinct, pushing further into her mouth as his tongue moved frantically over her swollen sex, she felt a surge of newfound confidence.

Power, even.

It left her heady and had her sitting up, turning around, and bending over him the way he so often did to her.

He grinned up at her as her breasts brushed over his chest, her hair falling down around his face and wrapping them in their own little cocoon of desire and bliss.

She kissed his lips slowly, reveling in the taste of her juices on his lips and tongue.

She moved her hips over his and somehow…he knew. He knew precisely what she needed in this moment. Wordlessly he lifted his hands and rested them beneath his head. He was giving her all the control. All the power.

Freedom and excitement, confidence and curiosity…she was overflowing with these heady new sensations. But on top of all that was affection for the man beneath her who’d helped her to discover her own strength.

For a moment she was overcome with so much love and tenderness for this man, it bordered on painful. Her chest felt like it might explode from this happiness.

She braced her hands on his shoulders and fitted his hard length against her sex. “I love you, William,” she whispered. Because the words couldn’t be held back. Not when they were here, like this. With nothing between them. No secrets, no shame, no doubts, no regrets.

“I love you more than anything, Madeline,” he said.

So simply. Like he wasn’t handing her the gift of a lifetime.

She took him inside of her slowly, his hard length sliding into her wet softness one inch at a time until she was fully seated atop him, and he was buried so deep inside her. They were one. There was no separating them.

She rocked her hips, slowly at first and then with more urgency as that hot tension coiled inside her, begging for release.

His gaze held hers the entire time she rode him, and in it she saw everything. He laid himself bare, his heart just as vulnerable as his body as he offered it all to her.

She ground down on him with a shout as the friction became too much to bear and she broke apart, shattering into pieces as she collapsed atop him.

Only then did he release his hands and wrap his arms around her, gripping her bottom as he pumped up inside her, his hard shaft impaling her in sharp, hard thrusts until he too climaxed with a shout.

For long moments, they stayed like that, her sprawled atop him, sweaty and panting, her ear pressed to William’s chest. The sound of his heart a steady thud that wrapped her in a blanket of contentment.

His hands trailed over her back, her arms, her thighs, and her bottom like he was set on memorizing every inch of her skin.

After countless moments of contented silence, she finally lifted her head, shifted her weight to his side, and settled herself on his chest so she could see his eyes.

“William, I never…I never knew what it was to have friends or a true home. I never knew real love aside from Albert. But you…” She touched a hand to his cheek. “You have given me all of that. In you I have found friendship, trust, a home, and love the likes of which I never could have imagined.”

He caught her hand and brought it to her lips, his dark eyes warm and tender. “I would give you all of that and more, my sweet.”

“More, hmm?” A new dream took hold and made her want to weep with sheer joy as the image burned bright before her. She brought both of their hands to her belly and held them there. “What about a family?”

He moved over her with a growl and claimed her lips in a long, hard kiss that spoke of love and passion and the promise of a happy future. When he pulled back, his gaze was bright with joy. “I cannot imagine anything better than having a family with you. The sort of family neither of us had and which we both deserve.”

She nodded, her throat tight with tears. “We do deserve that, don’t we?”

He kissed her hard. “You deserve everything. If I have my way I’d give you the world.”

She smiled, her arms twining around his neck as her legs moved up to wrap around his waist. “You are my world. And if you want to give me a gift, then you’d best keep trying to get me with child.”

His chuckle was low and filled with tenderness as he rolled his hips, letting her feel his manhood which was already starting to swell again. “I am at your service, my beautiful wife.”