The Duke's Masked Wife 2: The Prince's Outcast Bride-Chapter 80: Taste (2)

Warning! Some mature content.

Though very nervous, Penelope stood up, her gaze fixed on Tyrion.

He had teased her far too much and placed so many indecent thoughts concerning the two of them in her head.

It would be cruel of him to stop now.

"I want you to touch me," Penelope said, speaking her mind quickly before the nervousness came back. "I am nervous because it is my first time, but I do want to be closer to you. There," she said, looking down. "I have done as you asked."

"I’ve told you already, haven’t I? It’s both our first time. Do you think I am not nervous?" Tyrion asked, taking hold of Penelope’s hand to place on his chest.

The woman he loved stood before him as his wife. Now she said things he could only imagine before. He shared Penelope’s feelings of being nervous.

There was no possible way he could remain calm during a moment like this. freēnovelkiss.com

Penelope pulled her hand back after touching his chest. She hadn’t considered that this would also make Tyrion nervous.

Knowing this helped to relieve her of her worrying a little bit.

"I will do my best to remember that this is a first for you as well," said Penelope.

Tyrion responded by leaning down just enough to place his left hand on her back and his right under her feet to lift her.

This startled Penelope at first, but she wrapped her arms around his neck so she wouldn’t slip.

Tyrion carried Penelope to the bed and set her down. She tensed up once more, but it was his duty to help calm her down.

Tyrion brushed Penelope’s hair over her shoulder and peered down at the dress she wore. It was simple, unlike the ones he saw during his curious days of passing through the red light district.

Though simple, the mere fact that it was worn by Penelope was enough to excite him.

His gaze lingered on her bosom for a moment before he looked at her face. "Scared of me?"

"No," Penelope answered, shaking her head.

This time, Tyrion decided to undress himself first. He touched the hem of his shirt to then pull it over his head.

Unlike the other times, Penelope did not look away, but it didn’t stop her from blushing at the sight of his exposed body.

Tyrion threw his shirt to the side, not caring that it fell on the floor. His focus was on Penelope’s eyes, which hypnotised him.

Penelope bit her tongue, waiting for her moment when she would not have to undress as well. Did she need to do it herself, or was she to wait for Tyrion to do it himself?

It was in this very moment that Penelope regretted not indulging herself in some of the books Lily read.

"Must I take off my gown now?" Penelope asked, uncertain of the steps.

"You must first relax," Tyrion said, leaning down until their lips met.

There was no point in rushing to take off her gown when she was still so nervous about what was to come.

Tyrion had waited a long time to be with Penelope, and he could wait a little more for the first time they would make love to each other. He wanted Penelope to enjoy every little step thoroughly until they finally made love.

Penelope’s worries went away when she felt Tyrion’s lips against her own. Her hands moved without much thought to touch his abdomen before sliding up to his shoulder.

"Forgive me," Penelope apologised, moving her hand back after she felt him flinch. "I thought," she trailed off, realising she did it without much thought. "I wasn’t thinking."

Penelope bit her lip, believing she had done something wrong. How could she get carried away so quickly?

To her surprise, Tyrion’s right hand was soon tangled up in her hair, nudging her forward to kiss him again.

Memories of their kiss in the old home flooded her mind.

Rather than a sweet kiss, which felt full of their feelings, this one was different. His tongue had already slipped between her lips, so she followed suit to match him, trying to do better than her first kiss.

Penelope felt her back hit the soft blanket beneath her as Tyrion towered over her. His weight was not placed on her to bring her any harm.

Penelope gasped, startled by his hand slipping under her gown to touch her thigh. She felt him stop as though he was afraid he had done too much.

"It’s fine," Penelope said, breaking away from their kiss.

Penelope looked up at Tyrion, wondering if her eyes were filled with the same desire that he showed. Merely looking at him now in a dimly lit room was enough to make her feel like there were butterflies inside of her.

Penelope reached up, wrapping her hands around his neck to keep him as he was above her. "I am not afraid of what happens," she said, hoping he would continue.

Penelope thought he did not believe her after he moved his hands from under her gown, but it wasn’t as she thought.

Tyrion pulled down the sleeve on the right side of her dress.

Penelope turned her head to look away from him as he was quite close to exposing her chest to him. Her hands moved from around his neck to cover her chest.

"Penelope, we can wait," said Tyrion.

"It is embarrassing to think of how you will react," Penelope explained.

Tyrion closed his eyes for a moment. Perhaps he was a scoundrel, like she said.

"I must admit that I have looked at you inappropriately. My curious eyes have settled on your chest before you were my wife, so I imagined things that I should not have," Tyrion confessed.

"Careful," he said, holding her leg down. "Our first night might never happen if you aren’t careful with your leg."

Penelope wished she could say she wasn’t aware he used to stare at her, but she truly didn’t think such things were on his mind. She couldn’t be upset with him as she also had improper thoughts about his body.

It was a moment in the palace during a visit where Penelope had caught him training with the palace guards that awakened her interest in men.

Before, most men were silly in her eyes, but then, in the spur of the moment, she realised they had their uses.

Penelope took a deep breath and, with a surge of confidence coming over her, she pushed down her night gown to reveal herself to him.

Penelope tried to remain calm as Tyrion stared at her. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he looked at her. Of all the times for him to forget how to speak, this was the worst time.

Time seemed to move slowly now that she was partially exposed to him.

"You must say something. Anything," Penelope pleaded to him.

It was the moments of silence which made her nervous again.

"You are too beautiful to be so worried," Tyrion replied, taking hold of her hands to pin them beside her head. She didn’t need to hide herself from him when he loved what she showed him. "You are lucky that I am without rope."

Penelope blushed.

What could he possibly need rope for at a time like this?