Secret Confessions of the Enticing Duchess by Olivia Bennet

Author:Olivia Bennet
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: 0
Published: 2019-03-08T16:00:00+00:00

Abigail was feeling a little faint. She conjectured that the only thing keeping her upright was Percival’s arms around her waist. His lips had taken such possession of her that she could not think, could only feel. She felt weak in her body, as if she might melt into a puddle on the ground. At the same time, she was desperate for she knew not what. Having Percival ransack her mouth both fueled and satisfied that hunger.

But it was not enough.

She let out a pained whimper as he moved away from her. She could feel the tremble in his hands and knew her own would be the same if she could loosen the iron grip they had on his shoulders. His arms loosened slightly about her waist and she shook her head in silent protest.

Not yet.

It was a relief when he dove down and owned her lips again. She wanted to climb him, let him demonstrate his strength by holding her up. Give him greater access to her body. All caution was flung to the wind. She did not care about the propriety of it.

Does it matter if I wrap my legs about his waist and press my bosom to his hard, firm chest? If perhaps I run my hands through his hair, and test for myself whether it is as soft and silky as it looks? Maybe pull at his locks a little, crash our mouths even closer together?

She did not have to lose him. She did not have to give him up. He was willing to spurn his noble affianced, to be with her. There was no greater gift in the world than this. Her life was truly complete.

“Abigail?” Her mother’s voice had them leaping apart like they had been stung by a hive of bees.

“M-mother,” her voice was shaky and she could not make it behave.

“What are you doing back th—” her mother’s head appeared in the doorway, eyebrows raised in surprise as she caught sight of the Duke. “Oh.”

“Umm, Mother? Percival here came t—”

The Duke cut her off as he stepped between her and her mother.

“Mrs. Thorne, forgive me for this unorthodox visit. I...simply did not want to waste any more time. I came here to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage and would like your permission to call upon you and Mr. Sinclair this evening.”

Joan’s eyes were wide with astonishment but she soon got herself in hand. “Oh...well. This is a surprise. I shall have to check with...Mr. Sinclair but I am sure you are welcome to call on us at your earliest convenience.”

The Duke bowed. “Thank you, Mrs. Thorne, Miss Thorne. I shall take my leave of you both.”

With that, he donned his hat and walked out.

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