REGENCY: Loved by the Duke (Historical Billionaire Military Romance) (19th Century Victorian Short Stories) by Serena Vale, Tencia Winters Page A
Authors: Serena Vale, Tencia Winters
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confused.
“I was…hired to come collect the book. I was sent here on a mission, but my team, well, we’re the good guys. I can’t tell you more than that, but you just have to believe me.”
“So, you’re like a secret agent or something?” Valentine shrugged, then nodded his head, unable to elaborate. “It makes sense I guess, those days you would disappear, and have to come up with some sad excuse to tell me.”
“Hey, they weren’t sad. They were perfect covers.”
“Uh huh, like when you went to go visit your sick grandmother,” Hope arched an eyebrow in his direction, “your dead grandmother.”
Valentine just shrugged. “Give me a break, I’m still new to this.” He shook his head, continuing, “But the point is, there are also other people after the manuscript. Bad people. Very, very bad people. I also came because I had to protect you. I knew you might be in danger and I couldn’t stand the idea of not doing anything to help you.”
His words had her anger melting.
“What’s so important about this manuscript anyways? Besides that it’s a valuable artifact.”
“Well, it’s more valuable than either of us realized. They wouldn’t tell me the whole reason, but the Captain did let it slip that if this got into the wrong hand, a lot of people would get hurt, whatever that means.”
Valentine sighed as he walked over, wrapping his arms around her stiff body.
“I’m so sorry, zvezda moya. I’m sorry that this happened, and I’m sorry for being an ass earlier at that club. It all…the words just came out wrong.”
“Why did you say it at all? You…hurt me. Which I know isn’t fair. I know you don’t owe me anything, and I destroyed any chance we might have had, but–.”
Her words were stopped by the pressure of his lips on hers. Unexpectedly, aggressively. And so delicious Hope had to hold herself back from purring. It felt so right. It always felt so right between them, in a way she had never felt with another human being.
In a flash, their clothes were gone as if they were incinerated, neither willing to waste any time between them. His hard body crowded hers, the short hairs of his chest tickling her as he scooped her up effortlessly in his arms and carried her to the oversized bed.
Laying her down gently, he kissed her again, hard, urgent. She could feel just how tense his muscles were as he held himself above her.
“Lay down.” Hope guided him until he was laying on his back, and she crawled on top of him, amazed as always at how comfortable and safe she felt when she was in his arms.
“Oh, Zvyozdochk a, Hope, you’re perfect.” The words rolled out of his mouth, his accent so thick she almost couldn’t understand them, but she felt their meaning all the way to the soles of her feet. His words tuned to Russian and she let the melodic language sweep over her as he whispered endearments in her ear.
She swept her body up his until her soaked opening was just over the part of him that she craved the most, thick and rock hard beneath her. With unbearable slowness, she guided the tip to her entrance and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered her body onto his, relishing the sweet slide of flesh against flesh.
The friction was almost too much for her as he stretched her, filling her completely, but she reveled in it. He was like an addiction that she was afraid she would never be able to really shake. The tension in her body would tighter as his hands worked over her body, igniting hidden fires that just added to the inferno already blazing inside her.
It didn’t take long before she was tumbling of the edge, completely lost to him as she cried out her climax. Valentine was right behind her. Hope collapsed bonelessly onto his chest, and lay there, trying to catch her breath.
“I’ll do it.” She whispered against his skin. His husky laugh met her words.
“I think you already did, love.”
Hope ran her dark fingers the pale sprinkling of
“I was…hired to come collect the book. I was sent here on a mission, but my team, well, we’re the good guys. I can’t tell you more than that, but you just have to believe me.”
“So, you’re like a secret agent or something?” Valentine shrugged, then nodded his head, unable to elaborate. “It makes sense I guess, those days you would disappear, and have to come up with some sad excuse to tell me.”
“Hey, they weren’t sad. They were perfect covers.”
“Uh huh, like when you went to go visit your sick grandmother,” Hope arched an eyebrow in his direction, “your dead grandmother.”
Valentine just shrugged. “Give me a break, I’m still new to this.” He shook his head, continuing, “But the point is, there are also other people after the manuscript. Bad people. Very, very bad people. I also came because I had to protect you. I knew you might be in danger and I couldn’t stand the idea of not doing anything to help you.”
His words had her anger melting.
“What’s so important about this manuscript anyways? Besides that it’s a valuable artifact.”
“Well, it’s more valuable than either of us realized. They wouldn’t tell me the whole reason, but the Captain did let it slip that if this got into the wrong hand, a lot of people would get hurt, whatever that means.”
Valentine sighed as he walked over, wrapping his arms around her stiff body.
“I’m so sorry, zvezda moya. I’m sorry that this happened, and I’m sorry for being an ass earlier at that club. It all…the words just came out wrong.”
“Why did you say it at all? You…hurt me. Which I know isn’t fair. I know you don’t owe me anything, and I destroyed any chance we might have had, but–.”
Her words were stopped by the pressure of his lips on hers. Unexpectedly, aggressively. And so delicious Hope had to hold herself back from purring. It felt so right. It always felt so right between them, in a way she had never felt with another human being.
In a flash, their clothes were gone as if they were incinerated, neither willing to waste any time between them. His hard body crowded hers, the short hairs of his chest tickling her as he scooped her up effortlessly in his arms and carried her to the oversized bed.
Laying her down gently, he kissed her again, hard, urgent. She could feel just how tense his muscles were as he held himself above her.
“Lay down.” Hope guided him until he was laying on his back, and she crawled on top of him, amazed as always at how comfortable and safe she felt when she was in his arms.
“Oh, Zvyozdochk a, Hope, you’re perfect.” The words rolled out of his mouth, his accent so thick she almost couldn’t understand them, but she felt their meaning all the way to the soles of her feet. His words tuned to Russian and she let the melodic language sweep over her as he whispered endearments in her ear.
She swept her body up his until her soaked opening was just over the part of him that she craved the most, thick and rock hard beneath her. With unbearable slowness, she guided the tip to her entrance and slowly, oh so slowly, lowered her body onto his, relishing the sweet slide of flesh against flesh.
The friction was almost too much for her as he stretched her, filling her completely, but she reveled in it. He was like an addiction that she was afraid she would never be able to really shake. The tension in her body would tighter as his hands worked over her body, igniting hidden fires that just added to the inferno already blazing inside her.
It didn’t take long before she was tumbling of the edge, completely lost to him as she cried out her climax. Valentine was right behind her. Hope collapsed bonelessly onto his chest, and lay there, trying to catch her breath.
“I’ll do it.” She whispered against his skin. His husky laugh met her words.
“I think you already did, love.”
Hope ran her dark fingers the pale sprinkling of
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