Page 32 of Three Nights with the Beastly Duke

“That’s all right, Gregory,” he replied, his fingertips touching the doorknob. “There’s no need.”

The lust he’d felt yesterday in the carriage, the same that had haunted his every spare thought that day, was building like a storm inside of him. He may not trust her, but by God did he want her.

In the distance, he heard Gregory say something along the lines of “Very well, Your Grace,” and in his peripherals watched him walk away.

Arthur murmured some sort of response, but he wasn’t sure at all what it was. His mind was focused on something else.

Opening the door, he was greeted by the sweet, clean scent of his wife. Jasmine. Perhaps lilies, too? He walked through the darkened sitting room, and into her sleeping quarters. Her rooms were part of a turret, and the room had more of a circumference than an angle. Panel after panel of windows lined the entire curved room. In the distance beyond her bed, which sat in the middle, he could see that some of the windows had been left open and that the curtains had been drawn back to let in the cool night air.

The openings allowed the light of a half-full moon to shine upon his bride as she lay in bed, her body clad in only a white linen sheet. Desire stirred in him as he realized she wore no nightgown, and his eyes began to search the dim, moonlit room for the discarded apparel. He found it tossed carelessly at the end of the bed, as white as the sheets. He’d only noticed it when he had looked down at the dark brown fur rug and spotted the bright white of the cuff of one sleeve.

She must have gotten too hot.

Immediately, his mind conjured a picture of him running his tongue slowly down Lavinia’s inner thigh, catching any beads of perspiration that he could. He was deranged, he figured, but he’d save the inner judgment for this particular sin another time. For now, he let his mouth water and his cock harden as he recalled how she had tasted the night before.

Quietly, so as not to wake her, Arthur began to undress. While removing his cravat, vest, and shirt, his eyes never left her figure. She was so still. Peaceful and hauntingly beautiful. So drawn to her was he that he nearly forgot to remove his shoes, and then fumbled with the laces because he could not look away.

He told himself that his need was so great only because he’d craved being with a woman for so long, but he knew that wasn’t the whole truth. The reality was that he wanted Lavinia. From the very first moment he’d seen her, his entire body had reacted. It was as if he’d been jolted back to life after sleeping for years, and he was famished in every aspect of the word. It was only her that could satisfy his cravings, and that had been proven last night.

With predator-like stealth, Arthur moved to the bed, carefully lifting the covers just enough so that he could settle himself between her partly spread legs. Pleasure burst through his pores as his flesh pressed against hers, and he couldn’t hold the sudden gasp that left his lips.

His member pressed hard against the mattress, begging for release.

Steeling himself against the urge, he nestled further down, and then gently grazed the tip of his nose over Lavinia’s bare left breast. A breathy sigh suddenly escaped her lips, and she stirred, her arms and legs instinctively wrapping around him. From beneath him, he felt her hips and back arch as she stretched, unknowingly teasing his cock.

He used his tongue next, lapping it softly across Lavinia’s small, already taut nipple, and he was rewarded again. An almost cat-like purr came from her as she wiggled beneath him again. This time, though, her hand went up into his hair, her nails scraping gently across his scalp, making his eyes roll to the back of his head, and then she gently clenched his brown locks as if she was holding him to her.

“Arthur?”

Lavinia’s voice sent a shiver of desire down Arthur’s spine. It was breathy and full of sleep, but there was pleasure laced through her voice. And hope. Shewantedit to be him.

“Shhh,” he soothed before enveloping her breast with his mouth.

Lavinia gasped softly as her back arched into him, and the hand in his hair tightened.

Arthur groaned in pleasure at her reaction and continued his sensual ministrations. Not wanting to rush, he took his time, letting his tongue lap lazily over her perfect nipple over and over again before suckling or nipping it. Eventually, he went from left breast to right as he pleased, and whichever breast was free was sensually being teased by his fingertips.

As he continued at his leisure, Lavinia’s breaths slowly became deeper, her moans lower. Her hips had begun to move against his in a sensual motion, her mons gently caressing his turgid shaft over and over again. Arthur knew what was building inside of her, and he wanted itbadly.

He was fascinated, enamored even by how sensitive she was to his touch. She felt every touch, no matter how light, and responded to it so naturally that it drove him to want to explore her more. His fingers and tongue began to work with different strokes, new techniques, and Lavinia’s hypnotic state of pleasure seemed to only deepen.

There were many ways a man could please a woman. He, himself, just like his good friend Archibald, had been quite studious of such a subject in his younger days and knew that there were many ways a woman could come undone. Some built fast and intensely and then shattered like a wave crashing. Others could be built slowly, delicately, and gradually—building up like an overflowing lake, and then breaking through its dam.

The latter was what he’d chosen for tonight, and Arthur reveled in watching and feeling Lavinia’s release slowly begin to build up. Her body was still relaxed, but she clung more to him now, letting herself ride her sex against his hard cock shamelessly. He loved it, but if his cock grew any harder, he feared he’d break through his own skin.

Still, he ignored it and focused on building up Lavinia’s pleasure. He was rewarded when her hand suddenly tightened at the back of his head and her other dug into his back. A pleading, gracious cry left her lips as her back arched once more, forcing even more of her breast into his mouth, and he felt her wetness soak both his cock and the sheets.

Satisfaction filled him like a drug, and he moaned deeply as he finally pulled away from her breast. With quick movements, he seized her by her throat and rose to kiss her deeply. Immediately her lips parted for him, and he delved his tongue in deep, loving the way she moaned into his mouth as he did so.

With a groan, he broke away from the kiss, turning her neck to the side so he could kiss down the graceful column. Lavinia writhed beneath him as he did so, then tried to speak.

“Arthur, please—”

Arthur’s hand came firmly down on her lips, muffling her words, and he rose on his knees so he could look down at her.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, searching her eyes for any signs of discontent. Quickly, she shook her head no, and he felt her tongue flick teasingly across his palm.

“No talking, then,” he commanded, his tone gravelly as he went back to his erotic studies.

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