Kiss Me Duke - Tamara Gill Page 0,30

made for last year’s Season, a blue so light in the shade that at times it could almost appear white. Molly glanced at her new husband. The idea that she had traveled partway around the world and met a gentleman who made her body and mind not her own, and marry him was an idea so foreign to her she couldn’t believe it was real. She’d never acted so rashly and made a decision that would affect the rest of her life so quickly.

Marcus and Miss Sinclair clapped at the celebration of their union, coming up to them before they signed the paperwork to officiate their day.

“Are you happy, my darling wife?” Hugh asked her as he helped her into his carriage, shutting the door behind them and enclosing them in a space all for themselves, away from servants and her companion.

“I’m so happy and a little dazed. I’ve never made such a huge decision like this before in my life and so quickly.”

“You do not regret it, I hope.” A shadow of fear lurked in his eyes, and Molly closed the space between them, coming to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arms about his neck, holding him close.

“I will never regret marrying you. I adore you. I hope you know that.”

“I love you so very much, Molly.”

His declaration sat between them, a knot that tied her to him forever, for she had fallen headlong and absolutely in love with the man in her arms. He was her equal, the man who made her a better person. He filled her life with adventure and laughter. She snuck a quick kiss, running her hands through his hair and pushing it away from his face so she could see his gorgeous visage better.

“I love you too. You’re a gift that Rome has bestowed on me that I had not thought to receive.”

His hands wrenched her higher on his lap, her bottom snug between his legs. He kissed her. Hard. Molly threw herself into the kiss, showing him how much she cared and loved the man in her arms.

His tongue tangled with hers, sending a bolt of desire to her core. She ached for him, longed for his touch the moment they had parted ways the night before after their delightful bath together.

Now she never had to leave his side if she did not choose to. She could kiss and touch, play, and have him whenever she wanted. The idea was an elixir that she could get used to, and quickly, she mused.

His tongue tangled with hers, his hands slipping up her waist to clasp her breast. He wrenched the bodice down. Cool air kissed her breast before his hot, warm mouth brushed her skin. His lips worked her flesh, his tongue flicking out to tease her nipple. It beaded, and on a sigh, she closed her eyes, reveling in his touch.

“I want you. I cannot wait.”

“Me, either.” He lifted her off his lap, a feat had he not done it she would’ve thought impossible. She was a tall woman and with womanly curves, and yet, he lifted her as if she weighed no more than a piece of parchment.

Molly only stood before him a moment before he had her straddle his hips. His hands fumbled with her gown, dragging it up to pool about her waist. Her wet core met with his hardened manhood, and she understood what he was about. Expectation thrummed through her veins. He reached between them, flicked his front falls open with little finesse. She shivered, need riding her hard, and then he was there. Pushing into her wet heat, his thick, firm manhood filling her to completion.

The carriage rolled through the streets, the sounds and smells of Rome but a passing thought as he took her, hard and fast in their enclosed sanctuary. Molly held on to him for purpose, riding him as he instructed. The position gave her power over him she liked, a heady experience that Hugh seemed to savor as well.

She kissed him, lifting herself and using the carriage’s rocking movement to her advantage.

“Yes, fuck me. God damn it, you’re beautiful and mine. All mine.”

“Yes,” she gasped as the first tremors of pleasure started to thrum through her body. Molly wanted more of the same, greedy for the pleasure he could launch into her life. She slammed down on him, took her pleasure, rode his manhood, and pushed herself into the abyss of ecstasy.

Hugh kissed her scream into submission as their mouths