A Honeymoon Masquerade

by Victoria Vale

  He pressed a second finger to her entrance while steadily sliding his cock in and out of her cunt. She moaned swaying back against him, urging him on. He stroked harder, his pelvis slamming against her buttocks while his two fingers slid a bare inch into her rear entrance.

  She gasped. “Oh, Camden … yes. Your fingers feel so good, I can only imagine how your cock will feel.”

  He smiled, relieved yet again to know he’d read her correctly. She’d indicated curiosity about the pleasure to be experienced just beyond his finger sliding in and out of her anus while he made love to her from behind. He’d wanted it for so long but had been afraid to frighten or disgust her. He saw the truth now—she wanted this as badly as he did.

  “I want you to have me in every way there is,” she said as he slid his fingers even further in. “I want you to make love to my arse, Camden.”

  She could hardly believe the words had come out of her mouth. Yet, her husband stood behind her, his fingers gently stroking her cunt and smearing the moisture from her sheath up over her other entrance. His touch felt gentle and feather light, causing a tingling sensation and longing for more.

  The first time he’d slid his finger into her that way, she’d been shocked. As time went on, the more he did it, the more she began to wonder what it might feel like to experience his cock sliding in and out. It had frightened her at first, and while fear still niggled at the back of her mind, curiosity had won the battle.

  Besides, Camden had never been a selfish or callous lover. Even when he’d only been the rake intent on having her virginity, he’d coaxed her body to readiness first, then taken her gently until she felt ready for more. She had no doubt this would prove to be much like their first encounter. Camden would never hurt her, or do anything she didn’t like or didn’t express readiness for.

  As he pressed the head of his cock—slick from being inside of her—against her rear opening, she held her breath and waited. His hands were tight on her hips, holding her in place, and she could hear his breath racing through his nostrils.

  “Are you certain you’re ready?” he asked, his voice tight and strained.

  She knew what it cost him to maintain his hold on discipline. He trembled, and the strain in his tone indicated that he’d come to the end of his rope. If he didn’t make love to her soon, he was like to go mad.

  “Yes,” she replied. “I want this, and I know you do, too. Don’t wait any longer, Camden. Take me now.”

  He shuddered, releasing his breath on a rush as if relieved. One hand still steady on her hip, his other gripped his cock and guided it into her slowly.

  The pressure proved intense, robbing her of her breath as his head slid into her. The foreign feeling was both intriguing and odd. It felt unlike anything else she’d ever known … she did not yet know if she liked it yet.

  Camden’s fingers tightened even more on her hip, sure to leave fingerprints, and his breath became ragged as he slid in another inch.

  “Fucking hell,” he rasped. “You’re so damn tight. Christ, Maggie.”

  He withdrew slightly, the friction causing a sensation not unlike burning. Maggie bit her lower lip and closed her eyes forcing herself to breath. His fingers caressed her spine, a tender touch.

  “Relax, my love,” he whispered. “Your back is more rigid than this table. Take a breath. Relax and let me in.”

  Drawing in another deep breath, she forced her erect back to soften. She sank onto the table, turning her head so that her face rested against the polished wood. He plunged forward again, giving her another inch, then withdrew, moving in and out in short, slow strokes. The burning subsided, and another sensation began to build where their bodies joined.

  Reaching up and taking one of her hands, he lowered it toward the edge of the table.

  “Touch yourself, Maggie,” he commanded. “It’ll help you relax more, and increase your pleasure.”

  Spreading her legs wider, she slid one hand between her legs and parted her lower lips. Dipping one finger into her honeyed core, she encountered the slick folds and her clit. She shuddered as her index finger pressed against it, massaging in slow circles. Her desire began to build again, and the combination of her own fingers stroking her pearl combined with Camden’s slow, rhythmic strokes to create something new and exciting.

  Her lips parted on a moan at the same time her husband groaned, coming further into her, almost to the hilt. She felt full, almost as if he would tear her in two—yet, just when she thought her body could accommodate no more, he fell against her and his pelvis met her backside, completing his path into her unexplored passage.

  Reaching up, he slid his hands under her and cupped her breasts. His fingers teased her nipples, adding a third pleasure to the myriad of sensations overwhelming her as he leaned over her and slowly began to move. Her own fingers quickened between her legs as his cock moved in and out of her, its way eased by his patience and slow invasion. Her body welcomed him now, now yearning for more of the new pleasure he’d offered it.

  Gripping one of her thighs, he lifted it up onto the table and bent it at the knee, allowing for deeper penetration. She gasped when he slid in even further—she hadn’t thought it possible—and his bollocks swung against her cunt, brushing against her mons rhythmically as he increased the rhythm of her strokes.

  Straining for a climax just out of her reach, Maggie slid two fingers into her cunt and pumped them in and out at the same cadence he thrust into her, increasing the sensation twofold, fulfilling the promise he’d given her of a pleasure unparalleled.

  “Oh God!” she cried, throwing her head back and moving her hips against his, desperate to reach the pinnacle of pleasure. The culmination of it had already robbed her of her breath, causing her lungs to burn. “I’m going to … oh, Camden!”

  “That’s it,” Camden murmured, kissing her shoulder and the nape of her neck. “That’s it, love.”

  Her voice raised an octave before falling away on a keening sound of euphoria. She shuddered as wave after wave pounded through her, causing her cunt to throb and pulsate violently around her fingers. A flood of moisture came, and then another intense wave, and a second climax washed over the first.

  Her head swam and the room seemed to tilt and spin. Gripping the edge of the table, she held on as he withdrew from one passage and invaded the other, quickening his strokes. He grasped her hips and lifted her, taking her feet from the floor. He thrust hard and fast, pounding against her and invading the far reaches of her body, stoking her to life once again. Her lips parted on a silent scream as a third assault came over her so swiftly she hardly realized what was happening before her sheath contracted around him, triggering another series of spasms.

  “Ah, Maggie,” he groaned, thrusting into her one last time. “I love you.”

  With one last grunt, he fell against her, his seed filling her in a hot rush. Crushing her against him, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face against her shoulder.

  They lay that way together, half on the table, their breaths racing and mingling together in the quiet ballroom. His chest heaved against her back, then began to slow as he caught his breath. Her eyelids drooped sleepily, and her body became weightless as the afterglow that inevitably followed being with the man she loved washed over her.

  Straightening, Camden withdrew from her, then grasped her shoulders and urged her to join him. She turned to face him, finding an expression of fierce devotion and love upon his face. His mouth claimed hers in a tender assault, his fingers gentle on her face, sliding back into her hair. He caressed her scalp while his tongue mated with hers, their breaths mingling and exchanging as the kiss dragged on and on. Her legs became weak, but he caught her up, lifting her before striding toward the nearest chair and lowering them both into it.

  Situating her across his lap, he claimed her lips once more in a kiss that seemed to go on and on, an expression of his happiness and vulnerability a moment after they’d tread on new
ground in their intimate life. She understood the feeling well; just then she didn’t think she’d ever felt more connected to him, more loved by him.

  “Thank you,” he murmured, once they’d pulled apart. “You did not have to allow me to do that.”

  Running a hand through his hair, she found the ribbons tying his mask in place. Releasing them, she pulled it away and revealed his face.

  “I told you, I trust you,” she replied as he reciprocated, taking her mask away and laying it beside his on the table. “I knew you would not let me down.”

  He grinned, leaning his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. “The day I let you down is the day I give you permission to shoot me in the head. I want nothing more than for you to be happy.”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rested her head against his shoulder. “Happy? If I were any happier, they’d lock me up in Bedlam. No one would ever believe a person could be so delirious with joy.”

  He held her close and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “They’d have to take me as well. And I wouldn’t care, because then I’d never be away from you. You are mine, Maggie, and I am yours.”

  Smiling, she placed a kiss on his shoulder. “Always.”

  Part Three: The Curtain Call

  Margaret awoke the following morning with a jolt, excitement filling her entire being.

  Today would be the day. Camden could no longer keep secrets from her concerning their wedding trip. Time spent alone with the man who’d stolen her heart—a rare opportunity. Even since their marriage, his duties in the House of Lords and to his estates had taken up much of his time. This trip would be just the thing they needed—a time for two newfound lovers to explore one another and grow even deeper in love.

  As if such a thing could be possible.

  Jumping from the bed, she stifled an excited laugh. It wouldn’t do for the servants to hear her chuckling like a madwoman for what they might perceive as no reason at all.

  Finding the bed beside her empty, she searched for her dressing gown and went in search of Camden. The door to her dressing room sat ajar, and within her maid prepared her travelling clothes. Bidding the maid good morning, she crossed to the door separating her dressing room from his, detecting the murmur of his voice on the other side.

  Knocking, she waited patiently for him to open the door, and found him in the company of his valet.

  “That’ll be all,” he said, dismissing his man with a wave of one hand.

  He was again the perfect picture of a duke in his dove grey morning coat and white linen. His eyes brimmed with secrets as their gazes met, reminding her of the pleasure they’d shared the night before. Her cheeks burned, and her pulse raced as he came close, that gaze going wicked and traveling over her body incased in the silk robe.

  “Good morning, duchess,” he murmured, reaching out to grasp her shoulders. “I trust you slept well.”

  She laughed. “You know very well that I slept like a baby. Thanks to you.”

  He raised one dark eyebrow and pursed his lips. “You’re glowing. Shall I take credit for that as well?”

  “No,” she teased. “That is my natural beauty, and has nothing to do with you.”

  Chuckling, he drew her closer and kissed her, his tongue skimming her lower lip. “Minx. Are you ready to leave?”

  “Are you ready to tell me where we’re going?”

  Guiding her toward a navy blue chaise lounge in the corner of the dressing room, he gestured for her to sit. Lowering himself beside her, he took one of her hands in both of his. He raised it to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

  “I apologize for the secrecy, but I wanted to give you a gift—something to make up for the hell I put you through before I proposed.”

  She frowned. “What do you mean?”

  He sighed, shaking his head. “I should have come to my senses sooner. I should have known from the moment I laid eyes on you that you were the one. Instead, I put you through weeks of uncertainty while I wrestled with my own selfishness and insecurities. I wanted to make that up to you.”

  Her heart wrenched at the sincerity she found in his stare. He truly felt as if he’d owed her something. Reaching up, she took his face in her hands.

  “My love, you have nothing to apologize for. You’ve given me love, your name, and so much more. I wanted one night with you, and was rewarded with a lifetime instead. I am the most fortunate woman in the world.”

  “I’m the fortunate one,” he insisted. “I want this to be a wedding trip you will never forget. We will dine in open-air cafes, attend operas, and explore ancient ruins and art museums. We’ll frolic at Carnival, eat decadent foods and stay at the most beautiful and luxurious hotels. I’ll take you to St. Peter’s, the Colosseum, and the Spanish steps.”

  Her jaw dropped as his words brought to mind her cousin’s stories of his Grand Tour on the continent.

  “Oh, Camden! We’re going to Italy?”

  He nodded, a wide grin spreading across his face. “I got to explore Venice, Naples, and Rome during my Grand Tour, and I know you’d love it. Since women don’t get to experience the tour, I thought I could give you a piece of that. We can enjoy those cities together.”

  Throwing her arms around him she gave in to the tears filling her eyes, letting them spill over her cheeks.

  “You are the most wonderful man. I cannot believe you’d go through all this trouble for me.”

  “Don’t you understand?” he said, pulling back and meeting her gaze. “When it comes to you, there is nothing I wouldn’t do. I want you to be happy, and I want our life together to be rich and full of excitement. I want to give you the world, Maggie.”

  “The world? What a gift. And what shall I give you in return? You haven’t given me much to offer.”

  He nuzzled her nose with his and chuckled. “Then give me the only thing left you have to give. Your heart. Love me, Maggie.”

  Her throat constricted and hot tears stung her eyes. Beneath the refined veneer of the duke—one of the most powerful men in England—lay a man whose sole desire was to be loved. She’d never realized it in all her months of pining for him, but any fool who looked close enough could see it. That she could be the one to give him that seemed a far greater gift than anything he place in her hands.

  “I already do,” she replied. “With all my heart.”

  He reached up to swipe her tears away with his fingertip.

  “Now, enough of that. Italy awaits us, duchess. Shall we?”

  A smile curved her mouth as she became transported to a night, months ago, when he’d extended an invitation to her—one night of sin. Accepting it had pushed her toward a journey that had ended in the happiest of ways. Glancing down at the outstretched hand, she recognized the opportunity for yet another grand adventure. Last night proved just the beginning—there could be many more first to be had for them.

  Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his, and accepted his offer yet again.

  Did you enjoy this exclusive look into Camden and Maggie’s happily-ever-after? Be sure to look out for emails from me in the future concerning new Scandalous Ballroom Encounters books. In the meantime, check out the ones that are already available.

  xoxo,

  Victoria

  Book 2 in the Scandalous Ballroom Encounters series

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  After being turned down by the woman he loves at the end of the season, the wife hunt continues for Sheridan Cranfield. When Cecily Montgomery catches his eye, he knows that his feelings for her are far deeper than they could have ever been for the woman who broke his heart.

  Winning her heart will not present a problem … conquering her body, however, will prove another challenge altogether.

  A true gentlemen, Sheridan was taught that a man must treat his wife with the utmost respect in the bedchamber, and only slake his most salacious desires with his mis
tress. While he dreams day and night of the wicked things he wants to do to her, his reticence holds him back … resulting in a dissatisfied bedmate.

  Cecily adores her husband, but wishes she knew how to draw him out of his shell. Beneath his polite and refined demeanor, she sees the true Sheridan—a man with the potential to utterly master her body and fulfill her every fantasy.

  Enter Madame Petra, a skilled courtesan known by the ton for tutoring couples in how to please one another. With her help, can Cecily coax her husband into unleashing the seductive sexual being simmering just beneath the surface? Or will their monotonous bedroom life doom them to an amiable, but lackluster future?

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