Page 544 of From Rakes to Riches

He took her hips in hand, but not to guide himself into her as he wanted with a need that had begun to border on the desperate. Instead, he turned her to face him. How gorgeous she was—all tousled spark and fire, curls rioting about her shoulders, cheeks bright, eyes flashing with heat and desire and pique.

He was denying her what she wanted.

Him.

He wasn’t the only desperate one.

He lifted her onto the table.

That should be about the right height.

He parted her legs and just stepped between creamy thighs but moved no farther.

Her head tipped back, and her gaze met his, the question within replaced by realization. “You want me to beg for it, don’t you?”

A slow smile was the only answer he gave.

She laughed, even as intention deepened within her eyes. “My duke?—”

“Rake.”

“My Rake?—”

“Just Rake.” Though he didn’t mind very much being claimed as her Rake.

“Rake,” she said. “I’ll beg for it, but…”

“But?”

“Only after you remove your shirt.”

On a chuckle, he grabbed the offending garment, lifted it over his head, and flung it away. “Better?”

Slowly—thoroughly—her gaze roved over him, leaving no detail unexamined. Her eyes went black with desire, pupils expanding until the green vanished. “Better than I remembered,” she muttered, her voice gone to gravel.

Her tongue swiped across her pouty bottom lip, and he felt…

Desired.

And to be desired by this woman…

It meant something.

She shifted forward, and before he knew what she was about, she reached out and feathered her fingertips along the length of his manhood, lazily circling the crown, a teasing little smile twitching about her mouth.

Rake sucked in a sharp breath. How much of this was he was expected to take?

“Rake,” she said, low and sultry. “I’m begging you to take this big, heavy,hardcock of yours and tup me silly with it.”

The thing was she didn’t seem very much like she was begging. In fact, her plea sounded more like a command.

And he understood something about himself in relation to this woman—she could order him around all she liked.

He took her heart-shaped face in his hands—how had he ever thought this goddess a lad?—and drew her so close their mouths nearly touched. “Say please.”

Her smile fell away, and all that was left in its place was true, earnest need. “Please.”

He reached for her hips, sliding her to the edge of the table…and onto his big, heavy,hardcock. Entering her, inch by inch, he gave her sweet cunny time to adjust around him, flesh slick against flesh. Her arms wound around his neck, and her head tipped back, as small sounds of pleasure escaped her. His tongue found her throat and stroked up the ivory column until, at last, his lips found hers. She exhaled a long groan into his mouth as he began to move, slowly, measuredly.

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