Page 68 of A Virgin for the Duke of Ash

Evie did not know what he meant—only that she was feeling as if she was teetering on the edge ofsomething.

As to what that something was, she had absolutely no idea.

His finger began to move, sliding in and out of her, igniting a deep-seated heat that was akin to the most pleasurable ache imaginable. All the while, she could feel the pad of his thumb on that button, pushing her to even greater heights.

“Daniel!” she heard herself cry out, her voice dripping heavily with her need. “Oh, Daniel, please… do not stop… I ambeggingyou.”

“That’s right, my little Duchess,” he growled. “I love it when youbegme to do such nasty things to you.”

“P-please…” she wheezed. “Daniel… it feels so good!”

All of a sudden, the languid pace of his fingers disappeared, and he started to thrust into her in a frenzy, igniting a flame in her that grew wilder and more out of control. When his mouth clamped on her nipple, sucking it harder than he had before, Evie exploded with a wild scream, her body bowing off the bed as Daniel continued to pump his finger into her, wrenching such unimaginable pleasure from her inwaves.

When he finally drew his finger out of her, smearing her wetness over her thigh as he drew her into his arms, she was shuddering.

Spent.

Gloriously so.

Daniel gently untied the silken bonds around her wrists and took the blindfold off her.

“Dear God, what was that?” she murmured, blinking dazedly up at him.

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “That, my sweet Duchess, was another encounter with feminine pleasure.”

“Oh.” She snuggled into his chest, her eyes wide as she contemplated what had just happened between them.

“You must be feeling spent,” he told her in a guttural voice. “Go to sleep.”

He pressed her head firmly down, but Evie could only frown.

“You saidfemininepleasure,” she began.

“Yes, I did.”

“What aboutyourpleasure, then?”

He stiffened at her words. “I derive great pleasure from wrenching those delectable moans from you, my sweet.”

Her brow furrowed even as her cheeks flushed. “But that cannot be all.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Are we not supposed to… you know…” she trailed off, blushing further.

“Evelyn,” he warned in a dark tone. “What did I tell you about notprovokingme?”

She looked up at him with wide eyes, and he sighed.

“Are you not even the least bit tired?” he asked her, his hands gently stroking her hair.

She shook her head and placed her palm on his chest. She could feel his strong heartbeat. The smooth warmth of his skin.

When her fingernail scraped against his nipple, she heard his sharp intake of breath.

“Daniel,” she told him softly. “I wantall of you.”

He growled and rolled over, pinning her to the bed. His eyes were dark and wild with lust as he peered down at her nakedness.

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