Lily and the Duke (Sex and the Season #1)(72)

“My God,” he said, “you’re so much to me. Not just a f*ck. Tell me you know that. Tell me.”

“Yes, Daniel. Yes.”

He rolled over so she was on top of him. He positioned her over his cock.

“What are you doing?”

He lifted her gently over his shaft, nudging her open, and slid her down, impaling her.

“Oh!”

“Ride me.” He gently moved her body up and down over him, until she caught the rhythm and took over. “Yes, love. You’re so beautiful, so tight.” He took her hand and led it to her clitoris, showing her how to stimulate herself. “Touch yourself there. Yes, that’s it.”

Lily warmed with embarrassment, but she wanted to please him, so she touched herself, finding the spot that made her convulse. “Oh my. That’s so…oh my!” Another orgasm struck her.

Daniel reached behind her and rubbed a finger over her most private place. She widened her eyes, but allowed it, as she had previously. His touch made her sizzle, and the sensitivity of her anus still surprised her.

“Did you know, love, that I can take you there?” Daniel said, massaging her lightly as she continued to ride his cock.

“I never…”

“For another time, of course.”

He removed his finger and grasped her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Her * pulsed, on the edge of another orgasm, when suddenly he released her breasts and grabbed her hips. He thundered into her, pulling her down onto him until she could swear he nudged the edge of her womb.

“I’m going to come, Lily. I’m coming for you. Only you.” He plunged upwards, his eyes squeezed shut, his abdominal muscles tense and taut.

Lily collapsed on top of him, kissing his face, his neck, his lips. Inside her head she shouted, I love you! I love you!

But she didn’t say it aloud. She was afraid.



* * *



Lily found Rose, Sophie, and Alexandra on the terrace with some of the other women when she returned, and she couldn’t resist showing them her amazing engagement ring.

“You look very happy.” Rose smiled. “Have you resigned yourself to this marriage yet?”

“Almost,” Lily said. If only she could be sure Daniel loved her and would be faithful to her. “I’m done fighting it, at least.”

“I would trade places with you in an instant,” Ally said. “If only a man would look at me the way the duke looks at you.”

“Someone will,” Sophie consoled her sister. “Someone will for all of us, someday.”

They chatted until Crawford interrupted them. “My lady,” he said to Lily. “Please pardon my intrusion. Her Grace would like to see you in her private sitting room.”

“Her Grace? Whatever for?”

“I don’t know, my lady. But please come at once.”

“All right. I’ll see you all later.”

She followed Crawford into the house. He led her up the double staircase to the third floor, to the duchess’s suite of rooms in the west wing.

“My dear Lily, do come in,” the duchess said.

Lily curtsied politely. “I do hope you’re feeling better, Your Grace.”

“Quite a bit, thank you, dear.” The duchess motioned for Lily to be seated. “What do you take in your tea?”

“Nothing, thank you.”

“Like my Daniel.” She smiled. “Here you are.”

“Thank you.”

“I’d like you to accept my gratitude for accompanying Lucy on our errands yesterday. It was a great help to me.”

“It was my pleasure. I enjoyed it.”

“I’m very glad.” The duchess set her teacup down on the tray, a serious expression on her graceful face. “Now, tell me, why don’t you want to marry my Daniel?”

“Pardon?”

“My dear, I know a girl who’s being forced into marriage when I see one. I was that girl myself once. Don’t you care for Daniel?’

“Yes, I care for him, but… Well, he didn’t ask me what I wanted. He arranged everything with my father.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that. I thought he would know better than to mimic his own father in that regard.” She sighed. “But you should know, Lily, that the duke and I had a happy and successful marriage. We grew to love each other very much. I can’t imagine having married any other.”

“But it doesn’t always work out that way.”

“No, it doesn’t. But Daniel cares for you, and you care for him. I can tell by the way you interact with each other. Lucy and I both agree we’ve never seen Daniel happier. You have that advantage over my marriage.”

“Your Grace, if you don’t mind my asking, how long did it take you to grow to love the duke?” Perhaps it wouldn’t take Daniel long to grow to love her.

“Not long. He was kind to me, and he was interested in my opinions. I became pregnant soon after we married, and he insisted on naming our first son after me. He was named after both of us, Morgan Charles. Lord, how I miss them.”

“I’m so very sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you, dear. I appreciate that. It’s been harder on Daniel than on me, I’m afraid.”