Page 24 of My Dangerous Duke

“Inspiration, yes,” Eleanor breathed, her right brow arching slightly as her pupils widened with need.

With a groan, Xander’s lips claimed possession of her mouth as his hand slipped from her chin to her throat; reveling the way hecouldfeelher pulse vibrate on his fingertips when she moaned. He pressed closer against her until there was no way space between him, her, or the door.

Eleanor gave in to him immediately, letting him take the lead with long, caressing kisses to her lips and gentle but urgent prodding into her mouth when his tongue was ready to taste her. Eleanor moaned once more as he massaged his tongue against hers, making the hardness between his legs grow to a painful degree.

Wanting more, Xander released Eleanor’s throat, letting his fingertips caress gently down the soft hills of her bosom, over the waist of her corset, and down to the high split in her skirt. Eleanor gasped as his fingers wrapped around her naked thigh, and Xander had to let out a muttered curse as he found her soft flesh slick and warm.

“If you want me to stop, simply say the word.”

He pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily, and used his temple to nudge Eleanor’s head to the side so that he could taste her neck.

“Say it.” She immediately shivered when his teeth scraped a particular spot, and when he did it again, she let out a mewl and buckled. “You cannot, can you, Honey?”

Eleanor’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, defiance dancing in her eyes. “You are a heartless rake.”

Feeling himself lose control, Xander released Eleanor’s wrists so that he could brace a hand on each of her hips, and he went to his knees. With efficient strokes of his fingers, the already torn fabric was shredded away from her lower belly, Xander let out another whispered curse as he realized she had worn no undergarments beneath the monstrosity. He could clearly see her delicate pink petals, already engorged and glistening, and the beautiful little ruby nestled in its folds was practicallybeggingfor his attention.

“I am a heartless rake, yet you are dripping all over for me. What does that say about you?”

Losing all willpower, he dipped his mouth toward his own personal honeypot. Just as he had dreamed, Eleanor’s pleasure fed the gnawing craving that had been driving him mad, and he began to feast on her with fervor.

“Answer me, Honey.” Command hardened his voice into steel, sending Eleanor into heightened ecstasy.

Her eyelashes fluttered and her body trembled as she panted helplessly; Xander’s firm grip was the only thing keeping her on her feet. She had no idea what Xander was about when he had gone to his knees, but the moment she felt his warm, wet tongue slide between her thighs, she realized she did not care.

“If you do not say it, I will.” He slowly pushed two fingers inside of her. “It means that you are my wife, and you will do as I say.”

Pleasure unlike any other coursed through her as Xander’s tongue continued to cast a trance over her entire body, and she felt a part of herself let go.

“You do not even love me,” Eleanor panted amidst her pleasure.

“Lovehas nothing to do with this, Honey.”

Xander thrust his fingers inside her again and she threw her head back, mad with pleasure. Eleanor pressed her lips together tightly. She had been so focused on what Xander was doing she had not realized she had been letting out continual moans. But, she could not help it. There was a pressure building deep in her lower belly, growing with each flick of his tongue.

“Hush, sweetheart,” Xander purred, pulling back just enough to give her a reprimanding smack to her backside. “We cannot have the whole household hearing you.”

“My Lady!” Mrs. Gaines’s voice called from the hallway. “My Lady, a servant heard screaming, are you all right? Where are you?”

“Time has run out,” Xander chuckled, darkly, swirling his thumb teasingly around her clitoris.

“What?” She panted, not sure what he meant.

“That’s it. Give into it, Honey,” he coaxed, dipping his tongue inside her again, “let me feel you come for me.”

As Xander’s tongue delved deep inside of her, his thumb moved faster, building so much pressure that Eleanor found herself grabbing fistfuls of his hair for leverage.

“My Lady!” Mrs. Gaines’s voice rang again, this time closer.

“Now,” Xander commanded, suddenly thrusting his fingers between her wet folds again.

Eleanor’s squeezed shut and her back arched as her moans caught in her throat. The pressure building in her lower belly suddenly broke through whatever dam that kept it in place, and a great flood of release and wetness rushed from her inner thighs.

“Good girl,” Xander groaned, pressing his face further into her. With calm hands, he reached up and delicately untangled Eleanor’s fingers from his hair.

Unable to think, unable to move, Eleanor only watched and panted as Xander slowly rose to his feet. His eyes locked on hers, he slowly drew a hand up to his mouth, and with the pad of his thumb, wiped his bottom lip.

A whimper was all Eleanor could produce before Xander’s hands cupped her cheeks and he pulled her in for one more deep kiss. Wanting more, she moved to wrap her arms around his neck, but Xander’s hand caught her wrists, and brought them back down.

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