Page 24 of His Abandoned Duchess

“You will obey this command, Amelia.”

Richard’s fingers slipped lower, brushing across the sensitive skin of her center. Lightning licked through her nerves, and she jerked as he teased the desperate flesh that wept for him.

“Say it.”

She shook her head. Despite everything, Amelia was not one to give up on her commitments so readily, even if the gesture was accompanied by a sound so lustful that she was shocked at herself for releasing it.

“Amelia, you will not win this.” Richard’s tone was teasing and wicked. “And I willenjoyevery moment of forcing those words from your sweet lips.”

Her eyes were pinched so tightly shut that stars bloomed behind her lids, and Amelia chewed on her lip as Richard’s feather-light touch traveled along her seam. She mewled, so very desperate for more, so much more.

“Naughty girl,” her husband whispered, and again, his touch drove her to the brink of madness.

When she worried that Richard would tease her like this forever, Amelia was suddenly taken aback—and deliciously grateful—as he slipped deeper between her folds, finding the heated flesh that cried out for him. His finger swirled around the aching bud at the tip, and Amelia cried out.

“Richard!”

His lips found her hastily, smothering her cries with his kisses. It drove her higher into the realms of sinful pleasure, and she gasped into his mouth as one of his digits pressed inside her.

“Say you will obey this command, Amelia.”

His hand moved back and forth, the intrusion within her nearly too much to stand. She couldn’t process what was happening, the feelings rushing through her body too alien and profound. Richard’s efforts were divine, sinking inside her while still tending to the bundle of nerves that sent zinging waves through her.

It was building, blazing brighter and hotter, and Amelia was so very close to soaring over that invisible edge into utter bliss.

“Say it, wife.”

Still, she didn’t say a word, too gone from the way Richard played her body like a tune he’d memorized for years. Another finger slipped inside her, and Amelia yelped. There was a tight burn that melted with each thrust of Richard’s hand, and Amelia arched up, grinding herself against her husband’s knuckles.

More. Please, God. I need more.

“Amelia,” Richard said, hushed against her mouth in a sing-song tone that had her whining. “I’m waiting.”

Tingling swelled, and Amelia worked herself more against his hand as he thrust hard and deep. She was right there. The release was so very close.

And then he stopped.

“No!” Amelia’s eyes flew open as she craned herself up, trying for more of those exquisite feelings.

Richard snickered, smirking down at her as he ghosted his touch over her slit.

“No? If you want more, Amelia, you know precisely what you need to do.”

She glared at him, her being a tangled mess of desperation and embarrassment. How had she let herself get so worked up by Richard like this, and still, Amelia was so damned thrilled that he’d come to her,touchedher.

Amelia did not want to relent. She wanted to fight against her husband’s insistent demands until she was blue in the face. And yet…

The need for release was maddening. Richard still teased her, keeping her right on the edge, and a tear slipped from her eyes as her body reeled from the magnificent torture.

This one thing. I can give him this one thing if only he’ll continue.

“I will not seek out Hugh,” Amelia whined against Richard’s lips, feeling so utterly claimed as he held her against him, his hand sunk between her thighs as his tongue brushed against her own. “Now,please.”

“Please, what?” Richard drawled, his touches becoming quicker, more fierce.

Her hips bucked when he patted the swollen flesh, embers leaping through her veins.

“Please!” The cry echoed lightly off the walls of her bedroom, the sound of the fire flickering not enough to drown it out. “Let me release. I need more.Please.”

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