Page 77 of The Duke's Swapped Bride

He didn’t acknowledge any of the staff as he took Joanna to his bedchamber. Peter and his grandmother had already leftfor their country home, so he didn’t need to worry about them causing accidental delays as he took Joanna to his bedchamber.

As soon as they were inside, with the door closed behind them, he grabbed her waist, intending to throw her on the bed.

But before he got a chance, she pushed him away. “Patience,” she said. “I told you, I have a plan.”

He growled. “Perhaps you can surprise me later.” He tried to reach for her again, but she danced out of his grasp, giggling.

“I promise you’ll like it, my love,” she said. “Why don’t you get undressed and lie down on the bed?”

He could at least do that. As he unbuttoned his shirt, she disappeared behind a small changing screen in the corner. His gaze followed her, but he couldn’t see anything except her silhouette as she undressed.

She took her time with whatever she was doing. He fully undressed and lied down on the bed before she came out.

When she revealed herself, his breath was taken away. Joanna stood before him in a light blue dress, made entirely of sheer lace. She did not wear any undergarments under it, so he could see her entire body through the dress as she glided towards the bed.

“Where did you get that?” he asked.

“From the modiste,” she said, blushing. “The seamstress raised an eyebrow when I told her what I wanted, but she was happy to make it and I think it turned out beautifully.” She twirled for him and the lightweight lace fanned out around her. “I think she did a wonderful job. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice husky.

“Of course I cannot wear the dress outside of the bedchamber,” she said as she approached the bed. “I would only wear it for you.” She kneeled down on the bed for him.

“You look absolutely stunning, duchess.” Somehow, she looked like a temptress and an innocent maiden at the same time. The sight of her made him even more possessive. He wanted to keep her in their bedchambers forever, where only he could see her. Where he could worship her.

He grabbed her hand and gently tugged her toward him. She fell against his chest and he wasted no time in flipping her over so she was on her back and he was over her. “Absolutely beautiful,” he whispered before claiming her mouth with his own.

His hands roamed down her body, feeling her pert nipples through the thin fabric before going lower. A primal urge wanted to rip the thin fabric off of her, but his good sense prevailed and instead he grabbed the skirt and lifted it up to her waist. He settled himself between her legs as he kissed his way down her body.

As his lips closed around her nipple, she cried out. He licked her through the lace, letting the feeling of the rough fabric heighten her pleasure. As he teased her nipple, he reached a hand between her legs to feel her sex.

She was already wet for him and he easily slid two fingers inside of her, pushing them in and out as he released her nipple and went to torment the other one.

Her body started to shake from the pleasure. “Evan please,” she whimpered. “I need you. Please.”

“You have me, my love,” he whispered against her skin as he withdrew his hand. “You’ll always have me.” He straightened up and the tip of his shaft brushed against her tight entrance. He pushed himself inside of her and closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of being surrounded by her slick heat.

Joanna moaned, her eyes rolling back inside her head as he thrust into her, over and over. He gasped and picked her legs up, pushing her knees to her chest as he moved faster and faster. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue claiming her mouth roughly, urgently.

He needed her, all of her. He needed to remind her over and over that she belonged to him, as much as he belonged to her. Evan grabbed her delicate wrists and gently pinned them above her head. He slowed down his movements and pulled back to look at her dazed face. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure and her slightly bruised lips were parted slightly, waiting for his kiss again. “You look so beautiful when you’re helpless to me,my love,” he whispered to her. “I’ll never grow bored of the sight of you when I’m inside of you, when you can’t think of anything except the pleasure I give you.”

She moaned in response, her ability to form words long gone. He grinned as he looked lower, at the cloud of blue lace surrounding her. He couldn’t wait for her to wear this dress again and again.

He leaned down to kiss her neck, just above her pulse point. As he did so, her body shuddered and her inner walls squeezed his shaft as she came. The feeling of it was enough to send him over the edge. He groaned as he came inside of her. He closed his eyes as he reveled in the pleasure of it before slowly pulling out, knowing his seed would be dripping out of her, onto their bedspread.

His entire body felt relaxed as he rolled over, onto his back. Joanna put her head on his chest as her eyes drifted closed. He smiled and brushed a piece of hair out of her face, gently tucking it behind her ear. She always looked so delicate and vulnerable when she was like this. It made him feel protective.

The future was uncontrollable, and unpredictable. But no matter what happened, he would make sure she spent the rest of her days safe and cared for. “I love you, my duchess,” he murmured.

She smiled softly, but she was too tired to open her eyes. “I love you too, my love.”

The End?