The Duchess Wants To, But…

It had been over a month since Lariella married Duke Elmano, but she still hadn’t consummated their marriage. Every night, he would visit her in his nightclothes, give her a brief kiss and a dry greeting, then fall into a deep sleep before returning to his room. What exactly was Duke Elmano’s problem? Was he into women? Was he impotent? Or perhaps he preferred men? The duchess’s worries—wanting to but being unable to—were growing deeper with each passing day. * * * Lariella sighed softly as she unrolled the blanket she had wrapped around herself. As his one-piece nightclothes rode up, his thick thighs were completely exposed to the cold dawn air. Even if he was “impotent,” he could sti...