Epilogue #2
His exploration would not stop there, his mouth traveling down her throat to feel how fast her pulse was.
Then, he dipped lower to the swell of her breast. Hungry for her, he took one pebbled tip into his mouth, suck hard, and then soothed with his swirling tongue.
She whimpered, her back arching to feel more of his body.
The sensations she felt shot through her core.
She clenched around a void that she had wanted to fill for a long time now.
During their nights together, Richard had learned her body’s sensitive spots.
He knew what would make her shiver and tremble, or make her core go slick and hot.
He worshipped every part of her body as much as he could with his mouth and hands.
Then, it was time to test her. His fingers trailed toward her center, which was already hot and wet for him.
Desperate. He stroked her slit, first gently and teasingly until it became frenzied.
“Please,” she begged.
Who knew Victoria would beg anyone for anything?
“Shh, my darling,” he soothed. “I know. I will take care of you.”
He slipped a finger and then another and curled them into a beckoning gesture, making her shatter into pleasured pieces.
For a moment, she thought she had gone blind as the force of her release shook her.
She clenched around his fingers, but it was still not enough. She was greedy even in her completion.
Richard whispered endearments as her body continued riding the waves of pleasure. Then, the emptiness returned. No. His hands and mouth were not enough. Not this time. She wanted all of him.
As if reading her mind, he began positioning himself over her. His hard, thick length prodded against her thigh. It was shocking to feel him this way for the first time. He was hard yet silken, and he would soon be part of her.
“Look at me, Victoria,” he urged, his voice strained as he tried to hold on to his control. “Yes, look at me.”
His blunt head nudged her entrance, and she inhaled sharply, waiting for the sting. She’d heard so much about what it felt like the first time, and for a moment, she was scared.
This was it.
Nothing around them mattered anymore but his glazed eyes and the connection they were about to make, as he slid slowly inside her. He was barely there yet, and she’d gone stiff.
“It may hurt, but only for a moment,” he said. “Know this, Victoria. At any time you want to stop, just tell me and I will.”
“Don’t stop. We have waited so long for this. I want all of you,” she pleaded. “I want to be yours. Claim me now.”
It was all he was waiting for as he pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch, until he was perfectly seated. A groan escaped his lips, while she whimpered at the intrusion.
The stretch burned. It was a sharp feeling, but Victoria still felt the triumph of finally consummating her marriage.
“Victoria?”
She breathed slowly in and out, feeling the initial sting fading. What was left behind was a feeling of fullness—of him inside her. They were finally joined. One. She felt awe at the intimacy of it, being so close to another person. Being close to the one she loved.
“I am all right,” she reassured him, almost bursting into tears of joy. Then, she experimented by shifting her hips. Both of them moaned at the incredible sensation it produced. A new heat bloomed in her lower belly.
“More, Richard. Please move.”
The duke did not have to be told twice. He began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
It felt like he was stroking something inside her, stroking it to life.
The movements became deeper and more possessive with more thrusts.
She did not know if it would always feel like this, but it felt like he was fanning the flames within her.
His scent overpowered her senses, just as potent as his cock filled her again and again.
Through it all, they gazed upon each other, studying the way the other’s eyelids fluttered or mouth parted. He angled his hips to give her a deeper dive. Then, she felt him nudge at a bundle of sensitive nerves she did not know existed.
“There,” she cried, somewhat surprised and thoroughly pleasured. “Right there!”
He repeated the same angle and motion, changing the pace.
Slowing down. Speeding up. The bed began to creak beneath them from the frenzied lovemaking that made the world disappear and explode at the same time.
Skin slapped on skin, mingling with the sounds of panting and begging and urging.
Then, she climbed to her peak once more, body flushed hot and trembling. She wanted it. Wanted it so bad.
“I am—I—there it is. Almost, please,” she whimpered.
“Let go,” he urged. “Let me feel you squeeze me hard.”
The coiled tension snapped, and she felt a stronger and more consuming release from the first tone. She screamed as she felt herself convulsing around his rigid length, milking him. He followed soon after, driving into her one last time as he spilled himself into her.
Afterward, when their breaths had managed to calm down, Victoria’s head rested on Richard’s chest.
“I love you,” she whispered, feeling giddy, feeling like a new woman. A woman claimed. A woman wanted and loved.
“I love you, too. I wish I could express it better, but I do,” he said, his arms pulling her tight against his torso. “I love you and Melody. Then, it got me thinking.”
“Thinking about what?” she asked, curious.
“I believe it’s time. Melody might be happy with a sibling close to her age after all,” he said softly. “It would be fun to have a brother or a sister to play with in Hawksford House.”
Victoria giggled happily at the thought. “I knew you’d finally come around, Richard. That is a wonderful idea. I can’t wait!”
She knew what the new plan meant. It meant that Richard finally felt secure.
No more feuds.
Just love.
Pure love.
The End?