“You are so beautiful, always,” Richard said to her quietly, pulling away momentarily to undo the buttons of his trousers and free himself from them then taking a few seconds to appreciate her flushed skin and the way her hair shone against the pillow.
“So breathtaking. All mine.”
“All yours,” she echoed, her words tapering off into a moan as he thrust into her, and her lungs lost their ability to retain air in them.
She had barely adjusted to the feeling of fullness when he began to move, thrusting in and out of her intently. Her hands found purchase on his shoulders, holding onto him tightly as he thrust deeply into her, filling her completely. He kept a bruising hold on her hips, using his grip as leverage to sheathe himself inside her over and over again until she was spewing pleas mindlessly.
His lips soon found hers, stealing every sound she made before it could reach the air, guiding them closer and closer to the pleasure they sought and soon found, pressed together.
All Nancy knew then was her release, and his, shuddering as he gasped against her jaw, filling her with his seed.
“Mine,” he softly said, nuzzling her neck. “My wife, my Nancy.”
Nancy wrapped her arms around him, relishing the contentment within her bones as well as the fullness of her heart, sighing deeply.
“All yours,” she agreed. “Yours, forever.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
“No, Anne! You were supposed to knock it in the other direction!”
Nancy winced at Beatrice’s high-pitched voice, already opening her mouth to scold her sister when she heard her husband gently say, “Now, Beatrice. Let’s not be too cross with Anne. She hasn’t quite understood the rules of the game. She is trying her best.”
He was standing next to Anne, his arms folded just like hers were, and together, they made an interesting picture. Especially when Anne pouted and looked up at him as she whined.
“I am! It isn’t my fault that the game is too hard.”
Beatrice scoffed but opted for a quieter tone as she pointed out, “We explained it to you countless times. If you did not understand, then you should have asked us to explain the rules again.”
Richard moved to stand next to Beatrice, keeping his hands by his sides to mimic her stance as he nodded sagely.
“Your sister is right, dear Anne. No one would fault you for not understanding the rules, but it is wrong when you play however you wish. The game isn’t as fun for everyone when you break the rules.”
Anne hung her head, grabbing her skirts in her hands as she apologized. “I’m sorry. I will ask next time.”
“Beatrice,” Richard called, standing next to Anne once again and patting her head gently. “You should also take care of your sister. If you notice she is struggling or about to make a wrong move, you should not be so quick to scold her or be upset. Guide her gently, and she will pick up the game much quicker. All right?”
Beatrice lowered her head in remorse as well. “Yes, Your Grace.” To her sister, she said, “I am sorry for yelling at you. I will try to be more patient with you next time.”
“I will try not to play so badly,” Anne returned in lieu of an apology.
“It is not your fault. Perhaps this game is not for you. But we will keep trying until we are certain. Come, let me explain the rules to you…”
“Dearest,” Georgiana called, catching Nancy’s attention. “Do my eyes deceive me? Or did I witness your husband resolve a fight between your sisters in a matter of seconds?”
“I don’t believe there is anything wrong with your eyes, Mama. Otherwise, mine might be compromised as well. I think we just witnessed the same miracle,” Nancy replied, still in awe.
It had been a month since Nancy had returned to Wexford Castle, and every day since then had been a wonderful dream.
Martin had been rehired to continue training Dash following the publication of an issue ofthe Scandal Gazettethat said all the claims made against the Duke and Duchess of Wexford were not only false, but the couple was living in marital bliss. Dash was thrilled to have his friend back and eager to return to his daily lessons.
Nancy had been planning for the ball Richard had suggested they have, and when she was not occupied with that or overseeing Dash’s training sessions, she was in the company of her husband—either eating, talking, or making love. With the latter being the most frequent.
Both of them seemed insatiable, as though each touch and kiss left them hungry for more, a need only sated when they were breathless, sweaty, and weak-limbed.
It had gotten to the point where Nancy had suggested that perhaps they should steer clear of each other during the day, seeing as they were easy distractions to one another.
The day before she made that remark, she had come to his study to ask for his opinion regarding an ornament for the ball, and minutes later, he had her bent over his desk with one hand on her bosom and another on her hip as he ground into her slow and deep.
