Page 31 of Duke in Darkness

“What is wrong?”

“Your nightgown. It is quite in the way,” he lied shamelessly, eager beyond all to see her naked curves.

“I can roll it up further. Would that help?”

“No. Better to remove it.”

Lilian bit her lip. “But I always wear a nightgown in bed.”

“Are you disobeying?” he asked, hardening his tone into full colonel just because he desperately needed to know the color of her nipples, to see her breasts while he took her. Exactly how ridiculous it was to tell his innocent wife a falsehood to achieve this, he wouldn’t dwell on right now.

“No!” she gasped. “I just, ah…may I keep my chemise on?”

Gabriel sighed, as though he hadn’t achieved another victory. While it might soothe her sensibilities, the fine lawn would offer little barrier to his viewing pleasure. “Very well.”

Lilian’s hands trembled in her haste, but she undid the ribbon of the bloody awful nightgown, and lifted it over her head.

Christ.

He’d been correct about the transparency of the chemise, and even better, the lacy scooped neckline offered a tantalizing display. Her breasts were perfect, like something from an erotic painting. Full, creamy mounds tipped with large nipples of the palest pink. A pink that would no doubt darken considerably when they were pinched and sucked. More moisture leaked from the head of his throbbing cock, and Gabriel groaned under his breath. If he wasn’t inside Lilian within the next few seconds, he would disgrace himself entirely.

“Will you take off your robe?” she asked hesitantly.

Gabriel stilled. Hell no. “No,” he replied. “Too cold.”

“Oh. Quite.”

His wife actually sounded a little disappointed, but he did her a great favor in refusing. This was all too new, too precious to lose to the disgust she would feel at the sight of all his other torture scars.

Spreading her thighs a little wider, Gabriel settled himself between them, and began rubbing the head of his distended cock against her labia. Her indrawn breath sounded like music to his ears, but Lilian had started to tense. And he could guess why.

“Exton,” she whispered. “Um, could I ask…will you please be gentle? This part, it, ah, it hurts dreadfully.”

He didn’t waste time explaining that this interlude would be better without a maidenhead to break, as well as her wetness. As he damned well knew, the mind didn’t discard a bad or painful experience because of a few soothing words. And this would be only Lilian’s second bedding.

“Of course,” he said gruffly.

Slowly, with a patience that caused perspiration to gather at his temples, Gabriel parted her blonde bush, and eased the tip of his cock inside. Immediately, her scalding hot inner walls closed around him, and he groaned at the sheer bliss of the sensation. Rocking his hips, he withdrew then entered again and again, each time penetrating an inch further.

“Ah!”

Gritting his teeth, he paused. “Am I hurting you?”

“No. Not exactly. It’s just…I d-don’t know if the rest of you is going to fit.”

Pure male satisfaction roared through him. Indeed, his beautiful, innocently sensual wife was stuffed full. Watching his engorged cock disappear inside her tight cunt, slick with both their juices, stretching her wide, would be an act he’d never grow tired of. “Only a little more. You are doing splendidly.”

And just like that, he buried himself to the hilt. Pure instinct took over, starting a wicked game of advance and retreat. Lilian whimpered, and when he met her gaze, her eyes were wide with surprise.

Oh, yes. Exactly what he wanted to see. The dawning realization that preparation was only the start, that rather than painful, his cock inside her could feel very, very good. Determined to make her climax again, knowing he fought a losing battle to hold off his own before his foot began to cramp, Gabriel shifted position. First he curled her left leg around his waist, before grinding the base of his cock against her clitoris as he thrust heavily.

Lilian panted, her head thrashing on the pillow and delicate hands clenching the sheets on either side of her body, even as her hips tilted, urging him deeper. “Exton…no…I can’t…”

“Yes you can,” he gritted out, reaching up to lightly pinch her right nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Come for me. All over my cock.”

A broken cry left her lips and she bucked wildly. But he held her securely and rode her hard, reveling in the way her greedy cunt gripped and released him in orgasm, demanding his seed until he filled her with violent, gushing spurts.

Utterly sated, he withdrew and collapsed beside her, resting his head on the pillow, and twisting a lock of her golden hair around his fingers. “Well, madam wife?”