The Duke's Masked Wife

"You'll be more comfortable if you place your legs on each side of me and sit flat on my lap," Edgar advised her.

"I truly believe I would be more comfortable if I just sat beside you," Alessandra replied.

"Really?" Edgar pretended to be disappointed to make Alessandra feel guilty. "If that is what you want," he placed his hands on her waist to lift her off him.

Alessandra bit her lip and internally screamed before saying, "Wait! I'll stay. This much should be fine. We are husband and wife."

"If that is what you-Ow," Edgar touched the spot where Alessandra pinched him.

"Do not act like you weren't trying to guilt trip me. I have been around you long enough to understand your ways. You are in luck that I am sticking to my promise to not run away from you," she changed her position as Edgar instructed her to do. Now, she was facing him completely while sitting on his lap with one leg on each side.

Alessandra took a sip of her wine before placing it behind Edgar. Had this been a couple of days ago, she would have died from embarrassment. As long as she didn't overthink how close she was to Edgar now, she would be fine. She shouldn't let her thoughts ruin a moment like this that should be natural among married couples.

Other couples must have done far more than this from the first night but she had kept Edgar waiting.

"I bet your heart feels like it is in your throat?" He chuckled after she nodded. She couldn't be more surprised than he was with the fact she was going along with everything so far. He placed his glass down beside Alessandra's and settled his hands on her waist. "The nervousness will soon pass. You only need to relax and go with the flow."

"That is easier said than done when you are not the one in my position."

"It is also not easy for me to be in this position either. You have no idea the restraint it takes for me to not have you screaming my name in this room," he bluntly spoke.

"Edgar!" Alessandra called his name out of shock.

"Why are you so surprised? You've felt it many times when we sleep together. Just from holding you in my arms at night, I am filled with the desire to bury myself deep inside of you until the sun rises. Even then I don't think I would be satisfied. Have you not felt the same way?" Edgar stared at her face, ready to pick up whether there would be truth or lie in her response. "Be honest, do you desire me the same?"

Alessandra looked down to hide the redness on her exposed cheek. She did feel something the night he had touched her breast. "Yes," she softly replied.

"Do not be shy about it. It is natural for you to want your perfect husband."

Alessandra smiled, amused by how he could insert a compliment of himself at a moment like this. She shuddered when his right hand caressed her lower back and the other moved from her waist to right under her breast.

"I won't take it too far right now," he promised her. He would not let her have her first time in a place like this. "But allow me to have a little taste. Will you?"

Alessandra nodded her head though she had no clue what his words meant.

"It would be satisfying to hear how you desire me so that I can one day carry out all your fantasies but I doubt you would be able to say what you imagined happening between us. So I will tell you my fantasies I have been lingering on," Edgar used his hand on Alessandra's back to push her forward and then nestled his face in her bosom.

"I imagine your hair sprawled across the white bed sheets just as it is every morning," he gently grabbed a handful of her hair with the hand he had previously had on her back while the other had settled to palm her left breast. "I would like to request that you never cut your hair. There is just something about it that I like."

"I-It is unbearable when it gets too long. I have to cut it," said Alessandra. She had a tingly sensation from feeling Edgar's warm breath against her skin while one hand gripped her hair and the other palmed her.

"I won't allow you to even if I have to tie your hands up to stop you from cutting it. That is another fantasy of mine," he grinned. Going a step further from the last time, he circled her nipple with his thumb over the material of her undergarment. He stopped once in a while to pinch it and pull it, earning a beautiful gasp from her each time he did so.

Never before had he felt so tortured as he pushed away the thought of taking off her garment, enough to expose her chest and take the brown bud into his mouth. His enemies had told him many times that his day would come when he would feel tortured and right now, their words coming true.

Simultaneously, Alessandra could not focus on anything except what Edgar was doing to her. He was hardly doing anything compared to how intimate Mario had told her couples could get but she was already reacting this way. Would she be able to survive the night they would have to go all the way to the end?

"I hope you take those talented hands of yours and dig your nails into my back while you think of only me and the pleasure I give you. I told you before I had a secret and now I shall tell you. Before I only needed an heir but I've changed my mind. I want to fill you up with my seed and have you bear as many children for me as possible," he confessed what he had wanted to tell her before Alfred interrupted them by the front door.

It was a confession Alessandra would not have predicted. Edgar didn't seem like the type to want a lot of children. He hardly wanted the one his mother was trying to get out of him by arranging dates for him to quickly marry and have an heir.

Edgar pulled away from her chest to see her expression and did not disappoint.  If only she would get rid of her mask for him to see the entirety of what his words did to her.

"Do not bite your lip," he traced his thumb over a bite mark that formed because of how much she was holding back what saying what she felt. "I will soothe it for you," Edgar used his hand behind her to bring her head down to his level.