Page 49 of A Virgin for the Duke of Ash

And she lovedevery second of it.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers, toying with her, leaving her gasping and moaning, her back arching as she unabashedly pushed her willing flesh into hand.

She wanted more of it. Dear God, she wantedall of it. Everything that he had to show her. Every scandalous, forbidden desire she ever had but could never voice.

She wanted ruination at his hands, a devastation that would claim her body and soul.

She wantedhim.

Daniel had never met a woman more submissive, more pliant to his demands.

Evie had every right to be scared—he was not a gentle man by any means, and his pleasures could be somewhat… thought-provoking. There had been others far more experienced than her who balked at his requests.

But not, Evie, his little fawn.

Even as he pinched and tweaked her nipple, she continued to gasp in delight.

He wished she did not, though, for it only served to push his desire to greater heights.

He impatiently dragged her skirts over her thighs, feeling his mouth go dry at the sight of the silk stockings covering her shapely calves. Higher the dress went with his hand until hecame up to the juncture of her thighs, the downy curls on her mound whispering against his fingers.

“Has anyone ever touched you here, little fawn?”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide. And then, she shook her head.

“Have you never touched yourself?” he murmured. “Never pleasured yourself?”

The look in her eyes was almost embarrassed. “I do not know how…”

This was her most intimate spot, where nobody else had ever touched her before. That knowledge filled Daniel with a fierce possessiveness.

He smiled as he deftly slipped a finger into her slick folds, watching her eyes go wide, a gasp escaping her parted lips.

“Oh, dear God!” she exclaimed.

His smile widened all the more. “That is right, sweetheart. I am your god, and I shall make you feel a pleasure you had never known before.”

His words were blasphemous. If the Archbishop of Canterbury heard him, he would probably seize back the special license he had issued earlier that day.

Or maybe not.

“You like that, don’t you?” Daniel laughed softly. “You like me touching you, owning your pleasure like this.”

She nodded. “Yes… Dear God, yes!” she gasped.

He found that little bundle of nerves and rubbed it, watching the play of emotions on her face. Delighting in the strangled shriek that burst from her throat.

“So wet, my little fawn,” he crooned. “Open your legs wider.”

She nodded as she fought to comply with his request. He grabbed her leg and hooked it over his hip. In this position, with her hands pinned over her head, she was rendered mostly immobile and open to his advances.

His finger traced the seam of her drenched core, and she mewled, wiggling against his hand, eager for more. Who could have known that his innocent, little fawn could be so greedy? That she would brazenly part her legs for him and ground herself against his questing fingers?

Daniel found himself pleasantly surprised and very, very much aroused.

“You are not to drop your leg or close it,” he ordered in a low voice. “You may not scream as well, lest you attract attention and someone else sees you with your legs wide open for me.”

No gentleman would ever talk to a lady in such a manner, but Daniel had never been a gentleman. He did not play by the same rules they did, so it was only to be expected that his desires were… different.

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