Page 52 of A Duchess Untouched

“Turn around,” he said as he set her on her feet. “I need to have you properly, Selina. I need to feel all of you.”

She obeyed, pressing her palms flat against the wall as he turned her around. The sight of her, exposed and waiting, nearly overwhelmed him. He grasped her hip with one hand and settled himself into her from behind. Matthew pulled back almost completely and slowly drove into her again.

“You feel incredible, Selina,” he whispered into the nape of her neck, planting kisses down her spine while his hips kept moving. “It is as if you were made just for me.”

His hand moved to find her nub as he kept thrusting in and out.

“Matthew… Yes, please!”

As Selina’s moans grew louder and more desperate, Matthew placed his palm over her mouth and quickened his pace.

“You will need to be quiet, little wife,” he said. “Unless you want the entire ballroom to hear exactly how hard you are taking me.”

Selina’s cry broke against his palm, muffled and helpless, her whole body shaking as pleasure washed over her. Selina clung to his sleeves, riding each wave and answering each of his thrusts with the movements of her hips. He felt every ripple around his cock, felt her clench and tremble beneath his hand, and it very nearly undid him then and there.

His movements grew frantic and erratic, and he pressed his forehead against her shoulder as he thrust into her one last time, groaning deeply and spilling inside her.

For a moment, they stood there, Matthew still pressed against her back, pinning Selina to the wall. Finally, as their breathing steadied, he gently turned her back to face him and helped her straighten her trembling body.

“Matthew?” she whispered, looking up at him. She was so disheveled and beautiful that it made his chest ache.

“Yes, love?” He let his lips brush her cheeks and temples.

In that moment, there was no Robert weighing on his conscience, no Mary waiting to be found. Only Selina, gentle and exhausted, pressed against him. Matthew realized he had no desire to think about anything else.

“I do not think we should be returning to the ballroom tonight,” she said.

Chapter 25

One Month Later

“Selina, love, I believe that if you bite my shoulder any harder, I will start bleeding. Or have I already?”

Selina laughed, muffling the sound against the crook of Matthew’s neck. She inhaled his scent. His smell had become so addictive to her, almost as much as what they were currently doing in the library. Her fingers curled in his dark hair as he continued to thrust into her.

“You are the one who unexpectedly backed me against this wall,” she reminded him. “I am merely trying to be as quiet as possible, lest a servant walk into the room at any moment.”

Matthew chuckled, the movement vibrating through her chest. “Oh, I know a better way of keeping you quiet, wife.”

He claimed her mouth, kissing her as if he had not just spent the past month doing so and taking her to every room whenever possible. Wentley House had become the playground for their romance. Instead of avoiding each other, they could not get enough. Selina still marveled at it some mornings, waking to find him still beside her rather than gone. They lived in absolute bliss, laughing, sharing intimate conversations, and engaging in so much physical passion that it seemed they were making up for lost time.

It did not matter whether they did it in their bedchambers, on the rug in Matthew’s study, or even on the chaise in the music room. They both had an insatiable hunger for each other. He had not yet said the words she most wanted to hear, but Selina had decided not to let that trouble her. Not when everything between them finally felt like a real marriage.

“If only we did not have to wear so much inside our own home,” Matthew mused. His face was so serious that Selina could only laugh. “Perhaps you could only wear your chemise in the upper part of the house?”

“Matthew! That would be scandalous!”

“Well, I would not object to seeing your perfect naked body at all times,” he continued, as he spread her legs so that she would take him deeper.

“Matthew! Ooh, we… we should not do this here,” Selina said, fretting.

“Oh, but we must, or I am afraid I shall perish on the spot,” he said as he drew out of her and then back in again. It was so agonizingly slow, yet he filled her so completely that it had her fighting back a scream.

“What if someone sees us? The servants… oh…”

“The servants have no business near here right now,” Matthew murmured against her neck, even as his hands gripped her waist firmly so that he could keep his rhythm. “And we made sure to shut the doors this time.”

He pulled back and thrust deep again. He knew just how to torture her. She mewled helplessly against him, as he continued to fill her with pleasure. She had thought that consummation and the activities that would follow would be painful, but she had been so wrong. There was a bit of sting during their first time, but after that, it was pure euphoria.