The Duchess

on the walls. Outside her heavily draped windows she could hear the roar of the storm with its howling winds and beating rains. It had been a wonderful day, but now she had to face reality, except she wasn't really certain what that reality was. All her guests had been so happy today. Happy for her, for Quinton, especially happy with one another. Sirena loved her Ocky. Caroline and Adrian Walworth seemed radiant. As for Eunice and Marcus, they had scarcely been able to take their eyes off each other. Her father and Aunt Mama four months after their union were still acting like April and May. Why even Lady Bellingham and her husband seemed to evince tart affection for each other.

'But I don't believe in love,' Allegra muttered to herself. 'These are but aberrations.' Neither a man nor a woman can be faithful to their mate except in rare circumstances. And for the one who loves, the pain of betrayal must be horrific. Papa and Aunt Mama, as well as the Bellinghams, are old. Perhaps when one is old, love, true love, enters his life. As for Sirena, Caroline, and Eunice, we will see what happens to them five years from now, she thought to herself. It was better that she and the duke had a more sensible arrangement.

The door connecting their two bedchambers opened, and the duke stepped through. He was wearing a white linen nightshirt which he immediately removed. Then he climbed into bed with her.

'Oh, my!' Allegra gasped.

'Let me take that charming garment off, my dear,' he told her, and before she could protest, he swiftly whisked it over her head, and deposited the nightgown by the side of the bed. 'There, now we are equals.'

Allegra leapt from the bed, snatching up the discarded garment to clutch before her. 'I do not think I can do this,' she said nervously.

'Do what?' he asked, lying back amid the pillows. Damnation, she was utterly adorable. He had to be patient even though his male member was already evincing interest in her delectable form.

'Con… con… oh, damnit, Quinton, you know what I mean,' Allegra almost shouted at him.

'Consummate?' he inquired helpfully.

'Yes! Consummate! I can't do it.' Now she was shouting.

'Get back into bed, Allegra. No one is going to do anything to harm you,' he told her calmly. 'It is natural that a virgin would be frightened of her first experience, but I promise you it will be all right. Come,' he held out his hand to her, 'you are going to catch an ague.'

She was cold. What on earth had made her behave in such a childish manner? 'Do we have to… right away?' she asked him.

'Not right away, my dear,' he assured her, 'but I promise that you will soon want to do it, Allegra.' The duke smiled. He knew he loved her. It was unlikely she would ever love him, but that didn't matter right now.

She dropped the nightgown she had been holding, and slowly climbed into the bed with him. Almost at once he enfolded her in his arms. To her mortification she trembled. She couldn't meet his gaze.

The silken softness of her flesh sent a fierce bolt of desire through him. He forced it back. She needed to be taken gently, not with brute force. He ran his fingers across her lips. 'You are most kissable, my dear,' he told her, and his mouth met hers.

Ohh, God! She could feel the hardness of his masculine body. It was deliciously exciting. His mouth was warm and enticing against hers. She felt herself melting in his embrace. I have the heart of a whore just like my mother, she thought to herself with shock, but she couldn't stop herself from kissing him back. He was her husband, she reasoned. They were supposed to cohabit like this.

Their lips parted. 'Look at me, Allegra,' he said to her.

'I can't,' she whispered back. 'I feel shy. I have never before found myself in bed with a naked man.'

He laughed softly. 'No, I expect you haven't, my dear, but here we are. Husband and wife. And it is our wedding night.'

Her violet eyes finally looked into his silvery gray ones. There was something there she didn't understand at all. A look that totally confused her. But at least he was not slavering over her body like some fierce bestial animal.

'Would you like to see what I look like?' he asked her, and before she might refuse he threw back the down coverlet. Then he lay back.

Her curiosity overwhelmed her, and Allegra stared unabashedly at his long lean body. His shoulders and chest were broad, but she had known that, for even clothed she could see he was a big man. He was lightly furred upon his chest. Her eyes followed the delicate line of dark fur as it ran down his flat belly to a thick tangle of dark black curls between his muscled thighs. Allegra swallowed hard, but she was unable to turn away from her first sight of his manhood. 'My brother was not so big,' she remarked frankly. 'I used to spy when he and his friends compared themselves.'

'Ahh,' he said, his unspoken question answered.

'Your feet are big,' she noted.

'Yes,' he answered her.

'But not wide. And your arms and legs are hairy. James Lucian was not hairy at all as I remember it,' Allegra told her husband.

'Each man has slight differences,' he advised her, 'even as women do.'

'I suppose you would like to see me,' Allegra responded, and threw back the coverlet on her side of the bed. 'I hope I compare favorably with the other women you have known, Quinton.'

'Very favorably,' he assured her. Then he bent down, and licked at her nipple.

'Oh my!' she said again. His touch was thrilling. His dark head against her milky flesh intoxicating. Unable to help herself she reached out with a hand and touched his head, threading her fingers lightly through the black hair. 'Ohhhh!' His mouth had closed over the nipple, and he suckled upon her.

'Ohhhh good, or ohhhh bad?' he asked amused, raising his head, and piercing her with his silvery gaze.

'Good,' she whispered, blushing, barely able to look at him.

'You are being very brave, Allegra,' he told her with a chuckle.

'You are being very kind, I think,' she replied.

'You have lovely breasts, my dear. They are like small round peaches, summer-ripe and bursting with sweetness. I will want to continue to adore them, Allegra. Will you let me?'

'Yes,' she said. 'I like your touch.'

'There will come a moment when I become overwhelmed with your loveliness, and shall not ask your permission further, my dear. You must not be fearful, however, for I shall not harm you,' the duke told her.

'Will you put your manhood inside of me?' she asked him.

'Yes.'

'Will it hurt? Sirena said it hurts the first time,' Allegra confided in him, although her cheeks were now fiery hot.

'Yes,' he answered her. 'It will hurt the first time, but how much