Page 41 of A Virgin for the Ruthless Duke

He pulled her closer to him, deepening their kiss, and she couldn’t help the sound that escaped her lips, which he swallowed. He made sounds of his own when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck like she had wanted to for so long.

His hair was as soft and silky as she had imagined. She couldn’t help but tug at it, which he seemed to like, as he groaned into her mouth, his hands roaming over her body.

She itched to be rid of her clothes, as they felt hot, oppressive, and restricting all at once. He seemed to feel the same as his hands kept moving all over her body, one moving to cup her breast through her dress and the other moving to cup her buttocks.

She laughed, knowing that her aunt would scold her for wrinkling her dress and that she would have to make an excuse for why she returned looking so disheveled.

“What exactly about this do you find funny?” the Duke asked between kisses.

The frown on his face made her giggle again.

“I cannot help but worry about the scolding I’ll receive when we return with my dress rumpled.”

She gasped when his hands slipped under her skirts and ran along her thighs.

“Your Grace,” she whispered when he palmed her through her undergarments.

“You really do know how to bruise a man’s ego, don’t you, dear lady?” he asked, smirking as he pushed her against a stone wall.

The cold seeped into her bones, but she wasn’t worried she would catch a chill when his touch set her body on fire.

He kissed his way down her neck, nipping and easing the sting of his bites with his tongue, before stopping at the junction between her neck and shoulders that rendered her weak.

She ran her hands over his shoulders and up, wanting to touch him and feel him everywhere at once, but his damned clothes didn’t give her any access. He felt firm everywhere and much broader than her. The size difference between them should have scared her, but it only made her trust him more.

“I will give you something better to worry about, dear lady,” he said, going down on his knees and lifting her dress. “I have wanted to do this for so long, but I won’t have you bringing all of England to interrupt my fun. Put a hand over your mouth, and do try to stay quiet.”

He buried his head under her skirts before she could stop him.

“What are you—Oh God!” she nearly screamed, clapping a hand over her mouth.

Had he just licked her?

“Your Grace, I do not think—Oh!”

“I told you to stay quiet, Lady Selina.”

She whimpered as he licked her with one long stroke, and all too quickly, her knees struggled to support her weight as he wreaked havoc on her. If his hands hadn’t been supporting her, she was sure she would have fallen already.

He hadn’t even thought to ease her into it, not even sparing her a moment to feel vulnerable. She didn’t know whether to find his lack of concern worrying or attractive. Her body thought the latter as she felt a surge of liquid heat flood her sex and heard him groan as he tasted her.

His satisfaction with her had her squirming, her other hand moving to pull his head even closer to her. She felt him smile against her, and he resumed his feasting—an accurate word, considering the way he groaned his pleasure as he licked her.

She should have felt embarrassed because he saw her most private part, which she’d been taught to protect, but he didn’t give her room to. He made her feel powerful. She had brought a duke to his knees, after all, and was pleasuring him if the sounds he made and the way he gripped her were anything to go by.

She felt him nip a pulsating part of her sex, and a bolt of desire shot through her, almost knocking her off her feet. It was getting hard not to make a sound, but the fear of him stopping had her firmly keeping her mouth shut.

She felt as though she would die if he left her now. She had felt the same irritation when he had ended their flirtation so abruptly, and that sick, oily feeling was not an experience she ever wanted to repeat.

She felt him nip her sex again, but this time, she placed a hand on his shoulder for support, leaning back against the wall so she didn’t fall over. She did not want them to end up on the ground in such an unflattering mess. She didn’t think she would live past the embarrassment.

She felt a finger slide into her, and then another, and soon, she was riding his fingers as she discovered how skilled they were.

How many other women had he pleasured this way to get so proficient at what he did?

The surge of jealousy had her holding his head firmly, almost painfully, as if to punish him for experiencing this with other women, not caring that it was because of such experience that he was as skilled as he was.

His fingers moved at a quicker pace. She felt an unfamiliar tension pool low in her belly, and soon, she had no control over her hips as she pulsed and writhed until everything exploded in a burst of color.

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