Saving the Duke - Sexy Regency Romance

Winter 1840: On the night of the Salisbury ball

"Lord and Lady Salisbury must be wondering where you are. They do not wish to have wallflowers at their ball.”

“I am sure the absence of one grumpy soldier is a positive event in their minds. But if you wish to distract me from my pain, perhaps you will do me the honour of dancing with me.”

“Me?”

Caspian chuckled at Adela’s reaction.

“Why do you look so shocked? You react as though I wished to dance with a bear.”

Adela smiled unwittingly at the image, and Caspian became instantly mesmerized. His eyes lingered on her lips.

“You still have a beautiful smile. How your eyes dance while your lips curl joyously have always mesmerized me.”

Adela walked over to her seat and took a sip of the brandy to hide her rosy cheeks. She resented that the hateful man still had this effect on her. When she turned around, she flinched at Caspian’s presence behind her.

“Come, Miss Gatacre,” he said with a seductive voice. “I will be gentle.”

Adela was about to rudely decline when he slid one arm around her waist then up her back. The warmth that spread through her spine delighted and irritated her simultaneously. He held her firmly then linked his rough fingers through hers. He gripped her hand tightly then brought their hands to his chest.

“You are not a girl anymore,” he said, shamelessly looking down her cleavage.

“Must you be so brazen?”

“Yes, I must,” he said with a grin. “I am a living, red blooded male, after all. But if it bothers you, my apologies.” Then he pulled her closer, so the entirety of her body touched his.

“Caspian!” she protested.

“This way, I cannot look as easily,” he said innocently.

“This is—”

“Shhh…. Be quiet or I might kiss you to shut you up.” He waited a second before adding, “That worked well.”

Caspian began to sway her gently side to side. Adela’s heart was racing, and she was afraid he might be able to feel her pulse. As much as she resented him for leaving her, he was the only man she had loved. It may have been that she had a glass of brandy or that she desperately needed a reprieve, but she found herself melting with nostalgia. Perhaps she could forget her bitterness and give in to an evening of pleasure. She allowed herself to relax a little against his hard body and leaned against him. She imagined that they were eighteen and twenty again and that they were in love. The heat and softness of his skin seeped through his silk shirt onto her palm. She began to dreamily stroke his chest muscle lightly with her thumb, feeling curious about what lay underneath the fabric. Caspian, in turn, rested his chin against her temple while he continued to sway side to side. Then he stopped abruptly.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “Are you in pain?”

“No. Yes. No, not really.”

Her puzzled expression looked up at him. He gazed down at her with longing, and she quickly looked away again. She tried to push away from him, but he tightened his grip on her.

“You are not going anywhere,” he said.

“This is pointless. You are holding on as if you can bring back the past.”

“I don’t want the past. I want the present, your present,” he said, locking his eyes on hers. When she tried to look away, he brought her back with his fingertips on her chin.

“Life has been a torture without you. It hurt so much not to hear your voice, to hold you.”

“Caspian, stop,” she said as she made the futile effort to distance herself from him.

“Adela.” Caspian wrapped his arms tightly around her small body. He whispered into her ear. “I’ve missed you. Whenever I suffered from the horrors of the battle, I thought about you, and you lessened my suffering every time.”

“Caspian, you were in hell. I am glad the memory of us helped you, but you are back now. You do not need to rely on memories. You can have everything you want, any woman you want.”

Caspian released her enough to look into her eyes. “I do not want any other woman. I want you.”

“I was another man’s wife for a decade. I am not the same person you once had affections for.”

“I am not the same man either.”

“What is it that you want from me, Caspian?” She looked up at him in anguish. “I spent a decade cursing your name. I have lost everything and everyone in my life. I am alone, earning a living as a servant. You are a duke now. If our matrimony was difficult before, it is impossible now. Why are you doing this?” Then even before he could utter a word, her expression changed in realization. She violently pushed against his chest and freed herself.

“It’s not what you think,” he said.

“Then what? What other option is there? A courtesan? One night?”

“Do not make this sound dishonorable. My feelings for you are pure.”

“Were you planning to propose to me then?” she asked coldly as she crossed her arms and glared at him.

When no response came, she said with a sneer, “I suggest you purchase physical pleasure until you find a suitable duchess for yourself. Which reminds me you should be at the ball, scanning the room, and going down your list of suitable ladies.”

***

Caspian could not walk out of the room. He could not leave her again. And selfishly, he needed her to need him. She may hate him, but she had to belong to him, and only him. One thought that plagued him when he consoled himself with thoughts of her throughout his military service was that if he died, another man would have the sole possession of her. Forever. He knew through Arthur that she was another man’s wife, but he held onto the hope that they would rekindle their passion when he returned. The thought of sharing her with her husband nearly drove him mad until the thought of not having her at all drove him madder. But now with the husband out of the way, he saw no reason to relinquish his rights to her. She belonged to him.

All these thoughts flashed past him as he stomped over to Adela, watching her curious face. Then as her eyes widened and lips parted, he took her lush mouth in his, his tongue gliding over her bottom lip before plunging into her mouth possessively. She stiffened at first but when he growled, “Kiss me back, Adela,” over her mouth, she offered her tongue to him. With a groan, he stroked her tongue slowly and seductively. He drew circles lightly on her lips with his tongue, wanting to do the same to her womanhood. He placed his palm on the back of her head and pressed her mouth hard against his, taking as much of her as he could. His other hand slid down to her buttocks and he gripped and squeezed her plump flesh.

“Hell, you are so sweet,” he groaned as he pressed her hips firmly against his erection. Then he began pulling up her skirt until her hips were revealed.

“Caspian,” she said, panicked, “I don’t think—”

“I’ve been dreaming about doing this to you, Adela. Every night that I had to keep awake to stay alive, I fantasized about this, and I need to do this now before you are gone from me again.” Then he got on his knees and disappeared under her skirt. He felt his dick strain under his trousers when he ran his hands up along Adela’s stockinged legs. When he reached her bare thighs and then her bottom, he cursed under his breath. He felt his semen leak from his cock as his arousal heightened and pooled at the head. He grabbed her thighs and resisted the temptation to play with her bare flesh longer than necessary. He was going to come in his trousers if he was not careful. He nudged her legs apart and to his delight, she obliged.

Caspian closed his eyes and breathed in her pussy. The citric scent of her soap hit his senses followed by something creamy. He moaned as he cupped her vagina with his mouth. He felt her flinch and before she could change her mind, he began to slide his tongue over and between her folds. He ignored her calling his name. He smiled when she gasped and melted into his hands. He stroked her labia, parting them with his tongue and following the length of her soft flesh. He felt the warm gush of juice from her pussy and groaned as he repressed the urge to stroke his member or plunge into her. She tasted like warm milk, and he wanted more of her. Caspian pushed through her opening slowly with his tongue and internally beamed at her tightening grip on his shoulders and the flexing of her thigh muscles. She was pushing against his mouth, trying to get more of him inside her. That was the Adela he knew. She had always been demanding about what she wanted, and she wanted more.

Caspian withdrew his tongue from her tunnel, and she protested.

“No…. Why?”

Then she moaned as he stroked her clitoris with his tongue. She was slick with desire for him and as he mixed her juice with his saliva, his cock became impossibly hard that it hurt. He squeezed her bare ass with his hands as he licked her in long regular strokes over her pussy.

“Caspian, something’s happening,” he heard her say with wonder. He almost laughed out loud but resisted the urge. His heart filled with joy that nobody had given her this pleasure before, that he, alone, was responsible for making her as wet as she was, as needing as she was. There were still new ways to make her his even after all these years.

***

Adela’s legs were trembling from the strain of pushing against Caspian’s mouth. She could not believe he was sucking her, licking her, as if she was the most delicious dish in the world. His hands gripped her bottom tightly, moving her hips in sync with his tongue and mouth. As the blood pooled in her vagina, feeling she was not well acquainted with, she felt a strangely wonderful sensation she had never experienced before. She had heard about the wondrous pleasure from other women, and this must be what they were referring to. Adela involuntarily moaned and moved with Caspian’s tongue as he plunged his tongue in and out of her tunnel and drank her juice. To her dismay, she desperately wanted him inside her and fill her completely. But in that moment, she felt Caspian’s finger enter her opening and stroke her tunnel. Suddenly, her womb filled with the most pleasurable pressure that burst through her body to her womb. She released a sound she had never heard before in all her life. She cried out Caspian’s name as she tensed her body, and her vagina pulsed around Caspian’s finger. His tongue slowed its strokes on her clitoris and pressed on her hard knob just at the right moment to drain the sensation out of her completely.

Finally, when her pussy stopped pulsing and he withdrew his finger, she relaxed against the wall and exhaled a tremulous breath. Adela felt Caspian’s hands steady her legs when they were about to give way from underneath. She then felt him wipe her vagina and thighs before exiting from her skirt. She wondered if he would enter her now. Despite the sensation that shook her to the core, she still felt empty and incomplete. She wanted him inside her, fill her, and to possess her. But to her surprise, he did not lift her skirt. He gazed down at her shy expression as she avoided his eyes.

“Do not tell me, no other man has given you this pleasure,” he said, grinning proudly.

“Of course, they have.”

“I see. That explains why you were so confused.”

“Are you not going to the ball?”

“I am, but allow me to fuck you first, milady.”

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