Page 69 of Any Duke in a Storm

She was so hot, her skin felt like it was coming apart at the seams. Usually, she was quite vocal with her lovers, but with Raphael, she felt tongue-tied. She could only feel and feel andfeel. She was so worked up that when he unhurriedly dragged the hem of her chemise up over her hips, she felt every scrape of the linen on her sensitive flesh, on every rib, on the sides of her breasts. A moan clawed its way up her throat as the fabric dragged over her overstimulated nipples, and finally over her head. He hadn’t even really touched her and she was so on edge, she wanted to sob with the intensity of it.

Most of him was still lodged in the cradle between her legs. “Tell me what you want, Viking.”

She bit her lip, every inch of her on fire. “You know what I want.”

The devious beast smirked at her before reaching down to bite her on the edge of her bare hip—a punishment and a promise. She wasn’t sure which of those she craved more. “Do I? I’m not sure exactly.”

He drew small circles around her navel.

“Stop teasing me, for fuck’s sake,” she cried, archingtoward him, angling her hips toward any part of him that might relieve the pressure.

He brushed his knuckles over her mound, and she nearly wept. “Then use your words like a good girl.”

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God. Why, oh why did those words turn her into a mewling mess?

“Make me come,” she panted, instinctively canting her hips up again in search of friction.

“How? With my fingers? With my cock? With my tongue?” A stream of his breath blew against her core and her spine bowed. “You want me to lick you here? Then say please.”

“Please, you bastard,” she gritted out.

He chuckled wickedly and then in the next moment had them flipped on the bed, with her hips straddling his chest. He was embarrassingly close to the neediest part of her. “W-what are you doing?”

Strong hands grasped her waist and shuttled her forward until she was hovering over him in the most scandalous position imaginable. “Giving you what you asked for so nicely, though we will need to work on your manners.”

“Raphael…” But she couldn’t even finish whatever it was she’d been about to say as he pulled her down onto his face, his open mouth covering her dripping center. “Guh!”

Her eyes rolled back into her head when he sucked, pleasure shooting through all her nerve endings as he stroked up into her with the firm length of his tongue andthen licked from opening to apex with the flat of it. With a groan of pure need, he worried the bundle of nerves there with his teeth, scraping gently, and the keening sound that came from her was unearthly.

Shamelessly, she ground down on him, seeking more of everything he had to offer, uncaring that she was crushing him, but he wasn’t complaining. Given her heightened state of arousal, it didn’t take long before her body stilled and seized, the orgasm crashing through her as she rode it out with ruthless hunger. He took every drop of it until she was quivering and too sensitive to take anymore.

Shimmying backward to move her weight to the knees on either side of his chest, Lisbeth stared down at him as he licked his still glistening lips, his chin covered with evidence of her release. The sight of that made something dark and possessive come awake inside of her.

“Fuck, Viking, you taste like heaven.”

“How do you know what heaven tastes like?” she asked and bent to kiss him deeply before licking her own lips. The taste of her mixed with him was sweet and tangy.

“I don’t,” he said. “But that’s what I imagine it would be.”

She laughed. “You say the sweetest things, Pirate.”

“One of my many outstanding gifts,” he said.

“There’s that ego talking again. Should I shut him up?”

His hands went to her hips as if he meant to draw her back for another round of suffocate-the-pirate, but she shook her head and slid down the hard planes of his belly. “My turn to play.” She licked at his nipple ring, gently tugging it between her teeth, and making his hands ball intothe sheets. Her fingers wandered as she wriggled lower. She traced the raised and reddened scar left behind by the knife wound and traced her lips over it.

She peered up at him, eyes fusing with his. “You’re right. Scars are attractive.”

“Told you so.”

“So arrogant.” When she shifted down between his thick, muscled thighs, his swollen cock front and center, he sucked in a ragged breath. “You seemed to enjoy teasing,” she purred. “Let’s see if you like it when the shoe is on the other foot, hmm?”

She blew on the rounded crown as he had on her, watching his length jerk.

“Bloody hell!”

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