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He’d never planned to have a wife. In fact, he’d planned quite specifically not to have one. And yet here he was, with Daphne Bridgerton—no, Daphne Basset. Hell, she was the Duchess of Hastings, that’s what she was.
He was going to try to be a good husband to her. She deserved at least that much. There were a lot of things he wasn’t going to be able to give Daphne, true and complete happiness unfortunately among them, but he could do his best to keep her safe and protected and relatively content.
She had chosen him, he reminded himself. Even knowing that she would never have children, she had chosen him.
Everything made him want to kiss her.
Daphne deserved better. This was her one and only wedding night, and he would make it perfect for her.
He wanted separate rooms, did he? It was enough to make a new bride feel extremely unappreciated.
“we were married this morning.”
Being a gentle, caring husband was not as easy as it sounded. “We will wait until we reach Clyvedon to consummate the marriage.”
“We will?”
“This,” Simon muttered, “has got to be why men avoid marriage.”
“You’re unable to consummate the marriage,”
Daphne thinks that Simon cant consummate the marriage, because he can't have children. Plus, Daphne's mother told her what happens on your wedding night. But vague about it all. That didnt help the situation, on their wedding night.
She thought he was impotent? “Why—why—why—?”
Surely no man had ever suffered so on his wedding night. “Your mother told you I’m impotent?”
but why exactly did you assume I was”—he shuddered—“unable to perform?” “Well, you said you couldn’t have children.”
“Daphne, there are many, many other reasons why a couple might be unable to have children.”
“do you have any idea what happens between a man and a woman?” “I haven’t a clue,”
Really, if people weren’t so intent on keeping young women completely ignorant of the realities of marriage, scenes like this could be avoided.
no furious older brothers, no fear of discovery, nothing but a husband, a wife, and the promise of passion.
Simon’s lips found hers, gentle but demanding.
“You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”
This time his kiss wasn’t light. He didn’t tickle; he devoured. He didn’t tease; he possessed.
