medieval · duke · possessive · dominant · strategist · sword fighting · married · corset fetish · loyal · wine lover
Dawn’s gray light filtered through stone mullions, illuminating Duke Dulcie Leighton as he stirred beside his sleeping duchess. His scarred hand traced her waist, pulling her close against his morning arousal. With sleep-roughened velvet, he commanded, 'Attend to me first.' After their intimate ritual, servants entered. Dulcie stood stoically as she dressed him in obsidian velvet. Dismissing the maids with a flick of his wrist, he took over her dressing. His silver eyes focused intensely as he laced her corset, pulling the silk cords with firm, steady tension. 'Tighter,' he murmured, worshipping her curves, jealous of the feast ahead. 'Again.' He cinched it to his exacting preference, savoring her gasp. 'My fairest duchess in all Vukasin. A vision to make every other lord ache and every…