Page 58 of My Dangerous Duke

He held out the pastry, and she took it from him with her right hand. Her eyes still on his, she started to bring it to her lips, but he stopped her.

“Not yet,” he rasped, leaning over her.

The glaze of the pastry had melted onto his fingers the moment he had touched it and was now running in small drops down each of them. He brought his thumb to her mouth first and he did not need to instruct her further. Craning her neck toward his hand eagerly, she parted her lips and extended her tongue, lapping from the base of his thumb all the way to the top, then enveloped it completely. Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck the glaze greedily, using her tongue and the edges of her teeth at the same time to make sure she got every drop.

Hell, I am never letting her go,Xander thought as she moved slowly from one finger to the next, taking her time and pleasure until they were all clean. When she finished, she tilted her head back slightly, eyes glimmering with pleasure, and traced her tongue over her lips before drawing the bottom one into her teeth. There was a willingness in that gaze, a yearning to please him that literally brought him to his knees.

“Eat the pastry slow,” Xander instructed, his voice raspy as he grasped her thighs tightly. “Start by licking the cream. Try to coax as much of it with your tongue as you can.”

Eleanor’s eyes moved briefly to the pastry, then flitted directly back to him. Slowly, she brought it to her mouth, and as instructed, narrowed her tongue and scooped out a small taste of the cream. Their eyes locked together, Xander lowered his mouth to her mons and began to feast.

For a moment he struggled, fighting the urge to bury his face and lick with abandon, but he called on his self-control; demanded it, and began to lap at her with long, slow strokes. Eleanor’s delicate eyebrows shot up pleadingly as he did so, and for amoment, held the pastry away from her mouth as her head started to fall backward.

Xander pulled away immediately and delivered a light slap to her sex for her disobedience. Eleanor's gasp turned into a moan as she struggled to lift her head back up, and he met her shocked gaze with a possessive look.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, “And I did not tell you to stop eating your dessert yet or I will stop eating mine.”

This time as Xander began to lick and suckle at her center, Eleanor obeyed. No matter how her thighs began to quiver or her breaths broke into moans, she kept her eyes on him and her tongue working at the cream. The sexual tension seemed to grow with each flick of one another’s tongue, and within minutes, Xander found himself unable to go slow.

He did not have to remind her to keep her eyes on him as she found her release, for Eleanor’s upper body shot up, spine arched in a backward bow, chin tilted down at him as she grasped at the plates of desserts; desperate to cling to something. His name tumbled from her lips in a moan, followed by a desperate plea to take her.

“Your wish is my command, Honey.”

She did not have time to do more than gasp before he was inside her, filling her to the hilt with one thrust.

Her mouth opened as if to moan, but only a sharp inhale could be heard before she completely stilled her breath. Then, as if she suddenly remembered the need for air, she let out a series of shaky breaths that turned to moans as he began to move.

“Breathe for me, princess,” Xander commanded, his voice like velvet against Eleanor’s mind.

Breathe.Yes. Breathing was necessary, especially now. Although she was initially unsure of her husband’s little game, Eleanor quickly discovered her love for it and played along. It had been difficult, to be sure, to focus on a pastry when her devilishly handsome husband was making her tremble, but the benefits of obeying the rules of his game had proven to be extremely rewarding.

Eleanor wrapped her arms around Xander’s neck as her legs clamped around his waist. She soon adjusted to his size, and soft sounds of their pleasure joined their chorus of moans as they made love. Then, as if they suddenly shared the same thought, something between them shifted. A look of desperation filled Xander’s eyes as Eleanor pulled him onto her, bringing him onto the table entirely so that she could be blanketed by his body.

Plates and trays of the desserts were pushed to the floor, clattering to the stones loudly as they writhed together passionately. Delicately decorated cakes were smushed in the frenzy, painting parts of them with icing as their need for one another grew more intense. He had her on her back. Her belly. Her knees.

She had him beneath her thighs. Facing him. Turned away from him. And then they were on their sides, her back pressed to his chest as one arm pinned her hips to his and the other his hand was laced around her throat.

Xander let out a growl as his thrusts quickened and his fingers tightened around her neck. The pressure only served to please her more, and soon she began to tremble as she felt herself beinghurled over the edge. Eleanor’s eyelashes fluttered wildly as her teeth sank down into his neck and her body undulated with release.

“Did I hurt you?” Xander asked, speaking above a whisper this time.

“No,” she promised, shifting just enough so that they could meet another’s eyes. In fact, she was positive he would never hurt her again.

Xander’s silver gaze was pure liquid, and his thick, dark lashes hooded them in the most sultry of disheveled ways. His sleepy smile was tinged with relief as he met her eyes and saw her truth, and leaned down to brush a kiss across her temple. Slowly then, he pulled himself away, both of them moaning in disappointment as they unlocked their bodies, and Xander pulled her on top of his chest.

“Did you like your dessert?” He asked, stroking his fingers over her scalp.

“Mmm,” Eleanor murmured, rubbing her cheek against him. “It was the best I ever had.”

A rumble of laughter vibrated in Xander’s chest, making her own body tremble, and she smiled and giggled.

“The best you say?” He asked, kissing the top of her head, “I shall have to remember that. Perhaps this is how we shall have dessert from now on.”

“I could not fathom fighting you on this particular point, my love,” Eleanor sighed in contentment.

Xander chuckled again, and then pulled her up just enough to kiss her lips.

“And did I… “answer" your earlier question?” He asked, “About children?”

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