Page 38 of My Dangerous Duke

Eleanor had no time to think or react before Xander’s mouth slammed down on hers with a possessive growl. Unlike before, she did not simply let him kiss her into submission. Instead, she kissed him back with just as much fervor, letting her tongue and lips battle his as she drove her fingers through his hair.

Pleasure laced through her as she felt Xander gather her skirts and then lift her off her feet. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing her sex tightly against the hardened length between his legs.

Xander moaned and she gasped as she flicked her hips subtly, discovering how it could bring her great pleasure if she glided against one particular spot. Clinging to him tightly, she did it again, this time more boldly.

A whispered curse broke through Xander’s lips before he delivered a nip to her bottom lip for such dirty tricks. She yelped, at first, but something wild had been unleashed in her. Moving her lips down to his neck, she sank her teeth in deeply, reveling in the way Xander hissed out a breath and pressed her closer.

“You should not have let him touch you, Honey.”

After a few fevered steps, Xander pushed her through her bedroom door and the two of them fell in a tangle of limbs onto the bed as they reignited their kiss. Eleanor’s hands gripped needily at his jacket, pulling it away from his shoulders before attacking the buttons on his vest.

“I did not…” Eleanor’s reply melted into a sigh as she tried to undress.

“Do you want to know why?” Xander continued as if she had not tried to answer him. “Because you aremine. Because I cannot take my mind off you all day, even if I want to…”

Euphoria filled her as Xander moved not to stop her but to aide her in her efforts, and once the thing was flung off, he tore at the top buttons of his white collared shirt, spraying them to the floor before he yanked the thing over his head and threw it away. Eleanor’s mouth watered as she saw the broad, naked expanse of her husband’s well-muscled torso. She had never seen the male form nude before, not even in a sculpture garden. But now she understood why it was so obsessed over.

“Get over here,” Xander commanded, gripping her wrist and yanking her toward him.

Eleanor gasped as Xander gathered her back in his arms and kissed her feverishly again. With quick work of his fingers, he untethered her layers until she left in nothing but her short, see-through figure-hugging white chemise. When he finished,he pulled her back to rake his eyes down her figure, and when he did so, Eleanor felt a deep satisfaction as she saw the blatant desire in his eyes.

Needing him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and used her legs to bring him back down to the bed. Xander came willingly, but as he tried to pin her to the mattress, Eleanor fought, and somehow ended up atop him, her thighs once more straddling the ample-sized rigidness beneath his breeches.

A bite here or swivel of her hips there and she was back on top. A breathtaking kiss or the feel of his rough hands massaging her breasts and abdomen andhewas back on top. For a moment, Eleanor thought she was winning the erotically fun game they had just created, but as she moved to bite his neck again, Xander suddenly twisted his body, regained control, and this time, when he pinned her down, she could not get up.

“You are driving me mad,” he panted, holding her wrists tight as his nose brushed against hers.

“And what do you think you are doing to me?” She whispered, leaning up to lip at his bottom lip.

With a groan, Xander once more kissed her possessively, ripping his lips away from her only when she was just about to run out of breath. His kisses continued down her jaw, behind her ear, and down her throat; further down until he reached her breasts and swirled his tongue teasingly over the thin, white material that covered her taut pink nipple.

Eleanor gasped as her back arched, thrusting her right breast further into his hot mouth for more. To her relief, Xander quickly obliged, his tongue lapping greedily at her flesh. His one hand released her wrists, moving down to caress her left breast and begin to tease her other nipple with her fingertips.

“Xander,” Eleanor gasped, her eyelashes fluttering as his tongue and fingers drove her wild. His touch was somehow both too much and nowhere near enough, and she could not help the uncontrollable tremors that raced through her as he continued to devour her.

Eleanor let out a moan of relief and sadness when Xander’s lips and hand moved away from her breasts and down her abdomen, but she quickly forgot what she was sad about when she felt him push her chemise up around her hips; exposing her glistening petals.

Xander groaned in what seemed like pleasured agony as he rested his forehead on her lower abdomen and inhaled deeply. Finally letting go of her wrists with his other hand, he pushed both arms under her legs and possessively pulled her sex directly to his face.

Chapter 17

Xander stared intently down at Eleanor’s scantily-clad body. She was on her side, a pillow hugged to her tightly, and her naked thigh was crossed over, giving the most perfect view of her pert backside. Her curls were a tangled mess on the pillows.

He had meant to teach her a lesson, but he had made a grave mistake. The pleasure he found within Eleanor’s body rivaled anything he had felt- and they had not even consummated their marriage yet. He had lost himself in her, giving in to his sexual needs instead of his need for control, and had made her thighs shake with his tongue until she had passed out from the pleasure.

Normally, he would be proud of such a venture. But, as he recognized the affection growing in his heart for the woman laid before him, fear snuck up on him. Xander pulled his eyes away from Eleanor and looked toward the open window. The moon was nearly full, and shed a pale light over her nymphlike figure.

Desire rose in him, making his cock stir. He wanted more.Somuch more. For a moment, he grappled with the urge to get back into bed. To pull her close to him, wake her up once more with his tongue, and claim so badly what he wanted to. Disturbed by how much he wanted just that, Xander finished getting dressed, forced himself to walk out the door, and only when he was in the hallway did he allow himself to stop and breathe.

Checking his pocket watch, he saw that it was ten. Far too early for Rhys to be home. He was no doubt at the club, probably with Patrick in the ring. Perfect. That would be all that he needed.

“You. Out.” Xander demanded to Patrick as he strode into the club’s back boxing room.

Patrick looked over at Rhys with an arched brow as Xander began to pull off his shirt, but Rhys only rolled his eyes and motioned with his head for him to leave the ring. With a sigh, Patrick shook his head and headed toward the cords.

“You have fouled my mood and my wife’s, Larsen,” Rhys informed him as Xander got into the ring. “You might not want to do this.”

“You think your evening is ruined?” Xander snorted, wrapping his knuckles. His body was vibrating with tension, and if he did not let it out soon, he truly feared what was going to happen.

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