Lady Ines Scandalous Hobby-Chapter 170 - Hundred And Seventy

He laughed.

It was a deep, chest-rumbling sound that vibrated against Ines’s legs. He was lying flat on his back, looking up at his wife who had just pinned him down with the ferocity of a lioness. His hair was spread across the white pillow, his shirt was open, and his eyes were dancing with absolute delight.

He had never seen her like this. She acted like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

Ines didn’t pay attention to his laughter. She was on a mission. Her hands moved to the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers were shaking with impatience. The oil from his hands dripped and made the buttons slippery, which only added to her frustration.

"Stop laughing and help me," she muttered, tugging at the fabric.

"I thought you wanted to be in charge," Carcel teased, raising his hands in surrender. "I am at your mercy, Your Grace."

Ines finally managed to undo the fastenings. She pushed the fabric down.

Ines released his hardness from his trousers. It sprang free, heavy and demanding. She looked at him, her eyes wide. Even though they were married, the sight of him always made her breath catch. He was so big. He was so ready for her.

She looked at him confused for a second, hesitating. The reality of what she was about to do—taking him right here, in the middle of the day, with the sun streaming in—hit her.

Carcel saw the hesitation. He reached up.

He grabbed her waist as she sat on top of him. His thumbs pressed into her soft skin through the thin cotton of her chemise.

"You are really something," he whispered. His voice was full of awe. "You are magnificent."

Ines’s chemise was pooling around her waist, bunched up in white folds that contrasted with her flushed skin. She looked wild. She looked beautiful.

He shifted his hands to her hips. He gripped her firmly, anchoring her.

"Didn’t you want it so badly?" Carcel challenged softly, his eyes darkening, " Then do as you please. Take what is yours."

Ines bit her lip. She nodded.

"I will," she said.

She lifted her hips. She positioned herself over him. She could feel the heat radiating from him. She lowered herself slowly.

"Hnghh!" Ines gasped.

She stopped. It was a tight fit. Her body was ready, slick with oil and desire, but he was large, and the angle was new to her.

Carcel held her buttocks and squeezed them, encouraging her.

"Hurry," he whispered, a wicked glint in his eye. "The maids will be here soon. Aunt Rowena is probably checking her pocket watch right now. Tick tock, Ines."

The mention of Aunt Rowena sent a jolt of adrenaline through her. She didn’t want to be caught, but the danger only made her want him more.

Ines tried to insert himself inside her center. She pushed down, her breath hitching. She took the tip of him, stretching to accommodate him. She sank down an inch. Then another.

But then she stopped. She felt full. She felt stretched to her limit.

"I can’t put it in anymore," she said, panic rising in her voice. She held his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles to steady herself. "It won’t fit, Carcel. We are stuck."

Carcel chuckled. It was a low, guttural sound.

"Let me help," he said.

He tightened his grip on her hips. He lifted his hips off the mattress to meet her. At the same time, he pulled her down with force.

He dug his nails into her flesh, not to hurt, but to guide.

With one smooth, powerful thrust, he broke past the resistance. He slid deep inside her, filling her completely.

Ines let out a gasp of satisfaction. Her head fell back. Her hair cascaded down her back.

"Oh," she breathed.

It was a feeling of total fullness. They were connected. There was no space left between them. The oil, the skin, the heat—it all merged into one sensation.

She didn’t wait. She couldn’t wait.

She started bouncing up and down on him.

She found a rhythm. It was frantic and needy. She rose up and sank down, taking all of him, again and again. The bed frame creaked loudly in the quiet room.

Ines’s eyes flew open. The noise was loud. Too loud.

She covered her mouth to muffle the noise she was making, worried someone will hear them. She pressed her palm against her lips, stifling the cries that wanted to escape. Her eyes darted to the door, terrified that the handle would turn.

But Carcel didn’t care about the noise.

He was groaning. His head was pressed back into the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. The friction, the sight of her riding him, the feel of her tightness around him—it was overwhelming.

"Ines," he groaned. "Ines... yes."

His groan later turned to moans as they continued. He couldn’t hold back. He thrust his hips up to meet her, matching her pace, driving into her harder and faster.

The room grew hotter. The air was thick with their breathing. Ines moved faster, her fear of discovery forgotten, replaced by the desperate need for release. She felt the tension coil in her belly, tighter and tighter.

"Carcel," she cried behind her hand. "I’m close. I’m so close."

"Me too," he gritted out.

He reached up and grabbed her hips again. He drove into her one last, deep time.

Ines shattered. A wave of pleasure crashed over her, making her body tremble. She collapsed forward, resting her forehead on his chest.

Carcel followed her a second later. He stiffened, his whole body going rigid. He poured all he had inside her. He held her tight against him, shaking with the force of his release. He let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing and the crackle of the fire.

Ines lay on top of him. Her heart was hammering against his ribs. Her skin was slick with sweat.

She lifted her head slowly. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her face. She looked at him.

"This is crazy," she said, her voice breathless. She was still sitting while he’s still inside her, unable to move.

"What is?" Carcel asked. His voice came out in uneven gasps. He brushed the hair from her eyes with a tender hand.

Ines replied, looking at the door, "What if they hear us? The bed was squeaking, Carcel. It sounded like a carriage going over rocks."

Carcel laughed breathlessly. He kissed her nose.

"Don’t worry," he reassured her. "The walls at Carleton are thick stone. They were built to withstand sieges, so they can certainly withstand a honeymoon."

He stroked her back.

"And the staff at our mansion are quick-witted," Carcel added. "They know we are newlyweds. If they heard a noise, they will just think we are doing what’s natural for a married couple. They will probably just go to the other side of the house to polish silver."

Ines bit her lip. "And your aunt?"

"I’m sure Aunt Rowena too will leave you alone for now," Carcel said confidently. "She is a romantic at heart. And besides..."

He grinned, a lazy, satisfied smile.

"...because after all our endeavors, she will assume you will be really exhausted from the ’journey’. She will let you sleep until dinner."

Ines’s jaw dropped. "You mean she will know?"

"She will suspect," Carcel winked.

Ines hits his chest. It was a light, playful slap.

"You scoundrel," she scolded. "You planned this. You wanted to scandalize me in my own home."

Carcel grinned wider. He didn’t deny it. He just held her hips, enjoying the weight of her on him.

Ines started to move to get off him. She shifted her weight.

Suddenly, her eyes widened.

She felt something. A stirring. A hardening.

She looked down. Then she looked at his face.

"Wait," Ines whispered, shocked. "Is it... getting bigger again?"

Carcel smiled. It was not an innocent smile. It was the smile of a wolf who had just realized he was still hungry.

"I told you," he murmured. "I missed you."

Ines gasped. "But... we just... Aunt Rowena..."

"She gave us fifteen minutes," Carcel said. "We have at least five left. Besides that, She will let us be when I tell her you are exhausted."

He reached for her.

Ines squealed. She wasn’t ready for round two. She was sore, she was messy, and she needed a moment to breathe.

"Carcel!!!!" she shouted.

She grabbed the nearest pillow. She whacked him in the face with it.

Whump.

"Hey!" Carcel laughed, his voice muffled by the feathers.

Ines used the distraction. She scrambled off him. She got off the bed, her bare feet hitting the rug. She grabbed her chemise, trying to pull it down to cover herself, though it was a lost cause.

"Stay away!" she warned, backing toward the dressing table. "You are insatiable!"

Carcel threw the pillow aside. He sat up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He was completely naked, and he looked magnificent—and very much ready for more.

"Come back here, Duchess," he growled playfully.

"No!" Ines laughed. She ran behind the chaise lounge.

He stood up. He chased her round the room naked.

It was ridiculous. It was scandalous. The Duke and Duchess of Anderson, running around their bedroom like children playing tag.

Ines shrieked as he lunged for her near the fireplace. She dodged him, knocking over a stack of books.

"You can’t catch me!" she taunted, breathless with laughter.

"I can," Carcel promised. "And when I do, there will be consequences."

He cornered her near the wardrobe. Ines tried to duck under his arm, but he was too fast.

He grabbed her waist. He lifted her up, spinning her around.

"Got you," he declared.

Ines laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively.

He carried her back to the bed. He threw her onto the mattress. The springs groaned again.

They fell on the bed again, a tangle of limbs and laughter. Carcel landed on top of her, pressing her into the sheets.

He looked down at her. The laughter faded from his eyes, replaced by that intense, burning love that always took her breath away.

"You are mine," he whispered.

"I am," Ines replied, reaching up to cup his face.