Page 51 of A Duchess Untouched

“What is the matter with you?” Selina cried. “Have you lost your senses?”

Matthew was still trembling with fury. He could not fathom how she could not, would not, understand the effect she had on him.

“You should not say such things so casually to me,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

A flicker of understanding passed across Selina’s face. She appeared quite composed in the face of the turn of events.

“Why not?” she asked, backing herself against a wall. “Am I not merely an inconvenience to you?”

Matthew closed the distance between them in one stride. He planted his large hand against the wall beside her head, trapping her against his body.

“You know why,” he growled as he leaned down to meet her burning gaze. “Would you just let any man touch you like this?”

He did not give her a chance to reply. He slid his hand down her throat, along her collarbone, and lower to cup the heavy curve of her breasts. He kneaded both full mounds with one hand.

Selina bit her lip in response, but he could see desire take over her body as well. He thumbed her nipple through the silk, making circles over it.

“I… I might,” Selina whispered, her voice barely hiding a moan, as her eyes lingered on his lips.

“And would you let any man kiss you like this?”

His mouth claimed hers with passionate authority, bruising and searching. His desperation, once something he had tried to control, could no longer be contained. His tongue sought entry, and she let him in at once. Their tongues met as she raised her hands to clasp the nape of his neck and draw him closer. Matthew groaned when she arched against him. He pressed her back against the wall, parting her thighs with his leg. Then he used his strong thighs to ease the ache between hers.

When he pulled away, he looked at her kiss-swollen lips and glazed eyes. There was a sense of triumph in seeing her so overcome. This was a woman he had denied for years. What kind of fool was he?

His hand had reached down to gather her skirts up. He slipped his hand between her thighs until he touched the spot between her legs, wet with need and desire. Selina gasped as his fingers slipped into her tight heat.

“Tell me,” Matthew rasped. “Would you be this soaked for just anyone? Would you be this needy and ready for them?”

“No, Matthew,” Selina sobbed as she clutched his shoulders for support. Her eyes were closed, but he just wanted them on him. Watching him. Knowing it was he who touched her. “Please. Ah! I beg you…”

“Beg me for what?” Matthew asked. “What are you begging me for, wife?” His thumb remained at her sensitive nub, rubbing it slowly. “What do you want, Selina? What do you want from me?”

It was a question that he had asked her before. This time, though, he would do anything she asked him to.

“Give me more,” she cried, her lower lip red from biting. “I want you, Matthew. All of you!”

Matthew then pulled his hand away, leaving her trembling with desire and disappointment.

“Then I will give you more,” he promised, the vow vibrating from his chest. “I will give you everything.”

He saw her beautiful face, red and wet with tears of desperation. He knew it was time to stop denying both of them what they had wanted all along.

“When I give you everything, Selina, you will never look at another man again. Do you understand that? Yes, look at me. Who do you belong to, Selina?”

“I belong to you,” Selina sobbed, as her hands reached out to touch his stubbled jaw. “I have always belonged to you, Matthew…”

It was all that Matthew needed to hear. He reached down and freed his rock-hard cock. He hooked his arm beneath her thigh, lifting her leg to wrap around his hip, opening her to him fully as her back pressed hard against the wall. With one hand, he guided Selina’s hips until the tip of his thick shaft prodded her center, and yes, she was, oh so ready.

With a groan, he slid the head of his cock inside and waited for her response. The sensation was so intense. Selina felt tight and hot around him. In the back of his mind, he knew he was taking her virtue and that he had to do it gently. Yet his body wanted something else.

“Selina, are you all right?” he asked as he rested his forehead against hers.

“Yes. I am ready, Matthew,” she pleaded. “I want you.”

Her inner muscles contracted around his head, and he nearly fell to his knees. She was welcoming him. Claiming him. He gripped her hips tighter as he slipped the rest of his cock inside her until she was filled completely.

He held her there a moment longer, allowing her body to adjust to the fullness of him, his hands trembling with the effort of restraint. When she finally rocked her hips against him, his restraint let go.