Page 40 of Wedded to the Scottish Duke

The Duke of Hardbridge’s hands cupped her thighs, keeping them raised around his head as he set up a rhythm, his tongue moving faster and faster as he explored her. The pleasure was so unbridled that Celia struggled to keep her hands where they were. In the end, she gripped the headboard, doing her best to stay as flat as she could, though her body acted of its own accord and her back off the bed.

When her hands fell to the bed covers eventually, he sat up, raising his eyebrows in a silent challenge.

“What will you do now?” she asked, struggling to catch her breath.

He took hold of her hips so fast that she barely had time to moan before he flipped her over. Any dizziness she might have been suffering from before, she didn’t think about now. Her body was too consumed by the heat and pleasure the Duke was stirring within her.

As she landed on her front, he pulled off the tie he was wearing and wrapped it around one of her wrists. He didn’t fasten it too tightly, but it was enough to tie her other wrist to the headboard.

“In your control?” she whispered tauntingly.

“Mine, now,” he said possessively in her ear, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her neck.

When he nipped her, she gasped again, wishing he would do it some more. But he didn’t. He was moving somewhere, and on her front, she didn’t know where it was that he was going.

Then he took hold of her hips, urging her up until she was on her knees, her other hand gripping the headboard for support.

“I want to hear ye,” he whispered behind her, his fingers trailing down the curve of her back and to her rear.

“We’ll be caught. Do you want that?” she challenged.

“Then moan just enough for me to hear ye,” he said gruffly.

His commanding tone should have been off-putting to her, but she was too entranced by the way his fingers were now splaying across her rear.

He moved one hand down, his fingers brushing against that sensitive area his tongue had just worshipped. She gasped at the feel of his fingers, long and hard, and then he turned his hand, sliding his fingers inside her.

“Oh,” she gasped at the sensation, finding it quite impossible to stay silent.

The painter was not wrong when he described such pleasure as the most intense feeling, but it was somehow even more overwhelming. As the Duke moved his fingers, teasing her with the slowness of the movement, that ache was replaced with a need to move faster and harder. She even rocked her hips against his hand, hearing him growl in satisfaction.

The painter never said that I would become almost animal!

She did it again, rocking her hips against the Duke’s hand. He growled again, his voice even deeper this time as his fingers started to move faster. Suddenly, he was hitting a spot that had been longing for his touch, though she had barely been aware of it.

She arched her back, throwing her head back as the pleasure started to reach through her body, no longer so restricted to that one part of her.

“What do ye want?” he asked gruffly, his other hand going to the swell of her rear. He gripped it, and when she didn’t answer, he spanked her lightly.

She was amazed he had done it—perhaps even more shocked that it hadn’t hurt. He’d spanked her lightly, just enough to elicit pleasure but not enough to cause pain.

“What do ye want, sweetheart?”

At that moment, she loved the name he gave her, though she had a feeling she would have accepted him calling her anything if he kept on doing this.

“More,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” He pretended not to hear her, his fingers slowing.

“No. Don’t stop!” she begged. Yet, his fingers came to a stop. “Ah! You are the most insufferable man,” she huffed.

He chuckled softly, his other hand moving to the curve of her waist and holding on tight. He used that grip to rock her back on his hand again.

“I think ye rather like me, really.”

“You’re wrong,” she argued, though she barely finished the words, for the pleasure was starting again.

He had shifted his fingers so they were just in front of his hips. It allowed her to imagine the way this might feel if she was experiencingallof him.

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