Genevieve shuddered as the need inside her grew.
“But for now…” Wilhelm’s voice dropped to a sensual whisper. “Allow me to ease your ache with a different kind of pleasure.”
He lowered his head, brushing his lips just below her ear, then slowly began to trace a path of passionate kisses down her neck. Each press of his lips sent delicious shivers through her body.
With one swift movement, he slid her chemise down her body. Before Genevieve could even blush, his mouth moved down the delicate curve of her shoulder to her collarbone.
He lowered his head, his lips never leaving her skin, until he reached the soft swell of her breasts. She moaned as his lips closed around one stiff nipple and his tongue flicked lightly against it. His mouth continued its exploration and followed thecurve of her taut stomach, down to the sensitive, moist skin of her inner thighs.
Genevieve panted and closed her eyes to focus on the movement of his mouth as she surrendered to his touch.
His tongue drew a sensual line up each inner thigh until it reached the juncture between her legs.
“Oh,” a soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers tangled in his hair and her back arched in response.
He gripped her thighs with both hands and pulled her moist mound to his eager mouth. Her eyes flew open as his tongue lapped at her sensitive flesh and sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
“Wilhelm,” she moaned again as he pushed his tongue deeper into her and growled. She cried out as the sound reverberated through her wet cavern.
Wilhelm’s teeth nipped her tender pearl, and she shattered, her back arching as unfettered bliss exploded through her like a cascade of stars.
“Good girl,” she heard him say through her euphoric haze.
The room spun around her as he gathered her into his arms.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head as he whispered, “Sleep now, my darling.”
And sleep she did.
Chapter Fifteen
“You look quite spirited this morning,” Wilhelm observed, a radiant smile illuminating his features as Genevieve toyed lazily with his fingers, her touch both lively and endearing.
The radiant morning sun pierced through the lingering storm clouds and cast a warm glow over the verdant countryside. The carriage rolled steadily down the damp road, its wheels leaving faint tracks in the rain-soaked earth as it drove Genevieve and Wilhelm back to Ravenshire.
Genevieve’s light, melodious laugh filled the carriage.
“Perhaps a little,” she admitted, casting him a playful glance through her downturned lashes.
“I wonder why.” Wilhelm winked suggestively as a comfortable silence enveloped them.
Genevieve stole furtive glances at him. Her body was aglow, and her cheeks tingled as she recalled the intimacy of the previous night.
He, in turn, had shed his aloof demeanor. His gaze fixed on her with a tenderness that made her breath catch in her throat.
“The storm seems to have passed,” he said, his emerald-green eyes twinkling in the light.
Genevieve nodded in agreement as she shifted her gaze to the picturesque scenery outside the window. “It seems that it has,” she replied with a measure of contentment that she had not felt in years.
“I trust that you slept well?” Wilhelm inquired, his eyes twinkling.
Genevieve’s cheeks flushed, a wave of heat creeping up her neck as the memory of last night flashed before her eyes. She had not had a single nightmare.
“Very well, thank you,” she murmured and looked away from his intense stare.
Wilhelm chuckled, a low, melodious sound that filled the carriage with a warmth that surpassed the sun’s rays.
“I must admit, Duchess,” he confessed with amusement, “I have never slept so soundly.”
