Chapter 7 #3
Her breath was uneven as she softly pleaded in his ear, “Felix… please… Oh, please, don’t stop.”
Happy to do her bidding, he pumped into her, the slap of skin on skin dangerously echoing off the stone walls. She buried her head into the nook of his neck and shoulder as she let out a glorious moan of pleasure. Primed for his own climax, he took her mouth and kissed her as he spilled his seed.
Sweat beaded on the back of her neck, and he threaded his fingers through her long tresses. “I love you.” He blurted out the thought and was rewarded with a soft lingering kiss.
Nicole sat up and stared down at him and replied, “And I love you, Felix Martin, Duke of Strandon, future Laird of Swyft.”
His cock surged to life again, but he couldn’t take her again so soon. Rolling them onto their sides, Felix reined in his desires and gazed at his future wife.
"You're staring," Nicole said, a blush spreading across her chest.
"I'm memorizing…" His hand skimmed over her body. “Every curve, every freckle, every inch of you that only I am privy to. I shall remember this moment for the rest of my life." He placed a kiss upon her nose, and her eyes fluttered closed.
"Felix," she sighed.
He loved the way she said his name—breathless and needy.
He’d never grow weary of hearing it linger upon her lips.
Unable to subdue his need to hear her come once more, he slipped a hand between her thighs, and she eagerly gave him access to the sensitive nub that he sought.
His fingers found her center, and he groaned at the wetness he found there.
Nicole’s body responded to his touch, uninhabited, making him question his sanity and his decision not to sink into her again.
Felix continued to stroke her gently, taking his time to discover what made her gasp, what made her hips lift off the bed, what motion would cause her to cry out his name…
so intent on studying Nicole as he brought her to another climax, he hadn’t been aware his cock was rock hard and at the ready.
“Felix… I want… I want you.”
He didn’t need further encouragement. He rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between her thighs, his arousal pressed against her entrance. “Are you sure you're not too sore?”
She glared up at him, “Felix Martin, don’t make me—”
Felix didn’t let her finish. He took her mouth and plunged into her deep in one swift motion.
He slipped a hand between them. His thumb stroked her sensitive spot while he continued to rock back and forth into her.
She fit him perfectly, and when she circled her hips to match his movements, he couldn’t hold back.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. "I want all of you, Felix. All of you." The feel of her pulsing around him was too much. With a groan, Felix followed her over the edge, pleasure crashed through him in waves.
Limp, he collapsed onto the bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. They lay tangled together, both breathing hard, their hearts racing in tandem.
"You are forever mine," Nicole whispered against his chest.
"I was always yours," he answered. "But now you are well and truly mine. And I'm never leaving your side.”
Nicole propped herself up on one elbow. With a mischievous grin, she looked down at him and asked, " How long do you think Reginald can pretend to be you?"
"A few weeks. A month at most.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Unless you'd prefer to never claim your identity as the Duchess of Strandon. Then we can remain here in Scotland.”
Nicole bit her lip. "The idea has some appeal, although I think that would be rather unfair to poor Reginald, don’t you?”
"Not particularly. There are certain advantages to being the spare heir. No expectations. No ducal responsibilities." Felix smiled. "Although, I’ve recently discovered a ducal duty that I’m rather fond of.”
Nicole laughed. “Och. I wonder which one that could be?"
He pulled her down for a kiss. "I could show you if you’d like."
Eyes wide as saucers, Nicole whispered, “Again?”
He nodded, and they proceeded to make love once more, slower this time, savoring each touch, each kiss. Yes, he’d happily repeat the duty of producing an heir and a spare.
Exhausted and spent, Nicole drifted off to sleep in his arms. He lay there and watched her even breathing. Thank goodness she loved him despite his flaws. Once he regained his strength, he’d seek out the baron and arrange for both a blacksmith and the minister to attend to them.
Marrying Nicole over an anvil and by special license would leave no doubt that his intentions were honorable and prove to her how much he loved her and that he intended to stay by her until his last breath.
He’d repeat the vows each year if that was necessary to make Nicole feel secure and treasured.
He placed a kiss upon her temple, and the simple act had his chest swelling with pride. He’d finally won Nicole over. As he rested his head upon the pillow, he swore he’d never dare to wager with the wallflower again.