Page 67 of A Virgin for the Duke of Ash

His lips found hers once more, coaxing her to open up to him as his tongue slipped into her mouth with the same unerring boldness she had come to expect from him. This time, however, he lightly nipped her lower lip, and the slight sting caused her to gasp. The sound turned into a soft mewl when he gently sucked on it, and the pressure in her lower belly began to unfurl.

Evie felt him slow down, and she softly gasped out, “Green.”

His hands trailed down from her shoulders to her breasts, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh in his palms. She had never been touched so intimately before, and the thought of Daniel doing all sorts of things to her while she remained in the dark heightened the sensations she was feeling.

She let out a soft whimper when he tweaked one turgid peak, her body bowing off the bed as she moaned, “Green.”

His touch became more insistent, pinching her nipples lightly as he played with her breasts. When she felt his hot mouth envelop the stiff peak, she cried out in sheer pleasure.

“Oh God, Daniel!”

She swore she could hear his slight laughter as he sucked and rolled her nipple with his tongue. Evie felt as if her entire body had turned into liquid heat. As if she had transformed into a creature of pure desire, to cater to his every whim.

For so long, Evie had lived in fear of flames. She could not even stand the lit fireplace, no matter how cold the winters got.

Now, however, she found herself bursting into flames wherever he touched her, and shereveledin it.

How could they just perceive this as a marital duty?

She felt his fingers at the apex of her thighs, felt him toying with the curls that guarded her womanhood, and she immediately clamped her legs together.

“Shh,” he murmured against the now sensitive skin of her breast. “Open yourself for me, Duchess. Spread your legs like a good girl…”

His words wove through the haze of her consciousness like a spell. Her earlier resistance melted, and her thighs fell open,revealing her most intimate flesh to him as she quivered on the bed in nervous excitement.

He turned his mouth to her other breast, nipping the aroused peak as his hand slipped past the curls on her mound and into her wet heat.

“Daniel!” she cried out. “Oh dear… oh my!”

“Do you like it, Duchess?” he murmured. “Do you like my touching your wet heat?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Red or green?” he teased her.

“Green!” she moaned. “Dear God,green!”

He laughed softly as he continued to tease her with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue, and those oh-so-wonderful fingers. She was quaking on the bed now, her legs falling so wantonly open, her hips bucking to meet every delicious stroke of his fingers.

When he found purchase on a spot, she let out a shriek of delight. He took his cue and deliberately began circling it with his finger, pushing her closer to the edge of something unfathomable and wonderful at the same time.

“Do you feel that, Duchess?”

Evie could hardly comprehend what he meant. She was so lost in the sensations he was wreaking on her body that she could hardly focus on his words.

“Can you feel how wet and ready you are for me?” he murmured, lightly nipping her nipple.

She was tossing her head from side to side, her breath coming out in shallow pants and moans. Her wrists were still tied over her head, her hips straining against the hand he used to press her down onto the bed while his other hand rubbed her center in languid strokes that he seemed to time to her needy whimpers.

Then, she felt it—felt the finger at her entrance.

Like most young ladies of theton, she had absolutelynoidea just what happened in the marital bed—or the pleasure her body was capable of. Her education in this matter, she entrusted wholly with her husband, who was now showing her in the most ardent means possible just how much ecstasy could be had between a man and a woman.

With his finger pressed to that pearl between her legs, he gently pushed into her entrance, drawing a shocked gasp from her lips as he unlocked yet another point of pleasure.

This one, however, was much deeper, but the sensation was no less than everything Daniel had done to her thus far.

“Damn,” he swore softly. “I can feel you squeezing my finger so sweetly…”

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